Spirit Taming

Chapter 325: Wounds And Terror

"You killed him!" The pained screech that left the girl's mouth as she saw that her seafoam horse had impaled itself on Brad's black iron sword was gut wrenching. Everyone that heard it knew that she didn't only feel the pain of losing a beast, but she felt the pain of losing something she cared for greatly.

"I will kill you! I will end you! Screw this competition! I bred this seafoam horse to be perfect looking! Its lineage is the highest of every seafoam horse my family raised! You will not breathe another second!"

Everyone felt bad for the girl since she had lost a cared for partner. However, now that she fell in to a rage and showed such an ugly expression with so many ugly reasons…things changed in the audience's eyes.

"Brad is bleeding a lot, when he gets off the stage everyone needs to be ready for me to heal him." Maria pushed ahead of Clark and already had a roll of bandages out. She was going to be making sure that Brad was healed up completely before he even thought about going to fight again. The look in her eyes made them all fear that Maria would fight them if they disagreed.

The girl was angrily thrusting the lance snail at Brad while he had dropped his sword after not being able to pull it from the seafoam horse's body. He had barely been able to grasp the shield before another attack hit him in the shoulder.

The flurry of attacks truly showed that the girl had actually trained well in using a lance snail as a real lance. The attack also were held together by her rage which meant that not a single amount of force was held back. Meanwhile, Brad had already burned a lot of energy to even deal a single blow to the seafoam horse.

Compared to the girl he was fighting, Brad knew that he should have lost the battle if they fought any other way. His bloodthirsty energy was dying down because his possessed helm had used too much energy. His body was feeling the effects of blocking so many hits from the bulky crab as well. It was as if the skill from his possessed helm had just masked the pain and fatigue.

This made Brad's blocking sloppy. The attacks were slowly piling up on him. He wasn't hit in any vital point, but he was being struck along the arms and even the face again causing even more blood to flow. This just went to make his head lighter.

"Brad, finish the damn battle!" Raph yelled out and stomped his foot causing a loud bang. He did this just to cheer for Brad but a lot of people noticed that he was clearly threatening his own teammate. It wasn't unfamiliar in such tournaments though. The celestial sea academy had literally used four members to set up the arena for them. That was the same as threatening them.

The next strike of the lance snail hit the edge of Brad's shield and fell on his shoulder again. He grimaced as he knew that the tip of the lance snail had struck bone this time. But the good thing about that was that the girl couldn't immediately retract the lance snail. Her face became ashen as Brad took a deep breath.

His roar of pain made many look over again before his shield slammed right in to the girl's head. This move was brutal and wild. There was no training for this, it was just a brutal swing full of pain and desire to end the battle. It was not elegant in the least, but it did work.

Brad saw his opponent hit the ground unconscious. The moment he saw that she wasn't moving, he turned and started to limp toward the others. Maria met him right at the edge as the battle was announced. The remaining two celestial sea members saw that Brad was a wreck and thought that an upside. their opponents had surely just used their trump card.

"Clark, wrap that arm of his. Brad, you have a fracture. You will not be fighting for today at all. If you even try to use this arm I will make sure you are just as unconscious as that girl there." Maria was quickly moving while Lit hovered over Brad healing him. The combined efforts with a few potions made the color return to his face and the long wound from the snail lance begin to heal.

The injuries were clearly not as bad as they could have been, but they were numerous. The rageful attacks of his opponent had left their mark. However, everyone was sure that the girls would be feeling worse after effects than anyone else. Just losing a beast was like having an organ pulled out. It was a major loss in strength and in spirit.

Not to mention training another beast could take much longer than expected. For a tamer, it was a major loss no matter the circumstance.

"Nova academy, your next- good, the battle will start in three…"

Clark and everyone had been distracted. They had not decided on who to send next. Clark had wanted to send Maria, but she was healing brad. Grace was right with them, Ralph was watching over too. Reese was even holding a bowl of water for Mria. That left Isa, who was right next to Clark.

"Jerold?"

Everyone that could look up did. They saw Jerold walking toward the center of the arena while a boy covered in close fitting blue fabric and white fur was marching on the arena as well. The boy seemed to carry an air of power with him. One that only the rich had. One that only those who looked down on everyone seemed to have.

"So you are the sacrifice they sent to me now that you already lost your strongest member. How sad for you." The tone that the boy took made Jerold's skin crawl. But not in a bad way. It made him want to end this boy right here and now.

"He was weaker than others. I am weaker than him. But even the weakest of us can beat you. It's easy to see that you have never been beaten down or dragged along captive by others just for their fun. You never had to stand back up." Jerold spoke with a cold and icy tone. He was sure that he could win, but he also wanted to knock this bastard down.

He was looking down on all of them.

"Battle!" the referee shouted out at them while Clark and the rest of the group panicked. They weren't sure how strong Jerold was. They had no idea what Jerold could do when facing any opponent. They had just seen Brad beat two people, which was great, but Brad had faced two and become completely injured. How could Jerold face the last two strongest members alone?

"Talk all you want little Brat. my spider crabs need a good meal." With a wave of his hand, five long limbed crabs with spider like bodies crawled from his taming space. One guarded their master while the other four started toward Jerold. They were pulling small webs from their abdomens and making vicious strings that could cut Jerold in to pieces.

'Spider crabs- ultra rare

The spider crab is a beast that lives in the depths of the ocean. They will create extremely tough threads to capture and slice prey in to small pieces to feed to their young. They are one of the few beasts that will stay and live with their brothers and sisters until they find a mate.

The spider crab is known for covering large bottom sea areas in their webs so that they can capture more prey. They are also known for their tough defenses. Overall, they truly live up to their nickname, the bottom sea terror spiders. This was given by the first tamer to ever discover one and tame it. They fully relied on it and became a terror to those that fought against him.'

"Those spider crabs are insanely strong. And he has five." Clark felt that he was sure that Jerold had bitten off more than he could chew. "He hasn't learned-" The words Clark was about to say would have been an insult to what was currently happening.

"Can't you just surrender? Or would you prefer my spiders to crush youuuu…" the words of the boy dribbled off slowly to silence. The spider crabs began to flail in pain before falling over on their backs dead.

Jerold had no daggers in his hands, nor on his belt. Everyone had assumed he didn't have a beast or weapon out. They had been wrong. Behind the boy Jerold faced was his armor skinned chameleon. It had invisibly moved behind him with Jerold's dagger wrapped in its tongue.

The attack had been silent, invisible, and full of poison. Jerold had just killed the first opponent in Nova academy's battle. It was seconds after starting the match too. And it was terrifying.