The last song of the ancestors

Jabir was surprised by the speed. Akachi's counter-offensive sought to bruise the joints of the upper limbs. The old medium used the tactic of spreading Axé around the joints and repelling it back to the defense. The sticks didn't touch for a centimeter.

Adisa's son took his distance from his opponent. He reflected for a few moments. By using Axé's concentration and repulsion on his legs to increase his speed, he had lost impact force. Jabir knew how to exploit this vulnerability effectively. He used the old tactic of concentrating Axé on the soles of his feet and repelling parts of the ground to throw at his opponent.

“Those childish tricks don't work on me, kid! Shockwave Palm.”

Jabir opened his hands, and with rapid semi-circular movements, as if he were slapping the air, he generated rapid propagated disturbances, which altered the temperature and density of the atmosphere present. The shock waves rebounded off the debris thrown by Akachi, as well as hurling him away. The boy hit the stone wall hard.

The medium felt a rib crack. Before he could rise from the ground, Jabir appeared and threw a punch that lifted him several meters above the ground. Akachi flew through the air in bewilderment, but managed to fend off another punch from his opponent with great difficulty. Jabir didn't despair at his opponent's block, and tried to hit the medium's abdomen several times.

As they fell towards the Stone of Judgement, both continued to strike each other. Jabir's short stature and stamina meant that he was able to get through Akachi's defenses quickly. Azekel's grandson, being bigger than the sage, bent down to hit him, and bent down for a long time to inflict the bruises.

“Give up now and your death will be less painful.”

“Think fast, old man!”

Akachi pretended to attack with a bruise on his elbow, but with his other hand, he hit Jabir in the stomach with a stock. The old man let out a grunt of pain, grabbed Akachi's head with one hand and began to punish him with the other.

“A little blow like that won't knock me out.”

“No? But you've already fallen.”

Akachi turned the handle of the tungsten rod and the Sage of Force was hit by an immense electrical discharge. His eyes went white and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. They both fell to the ground, and a curtain of dust rose up.

Akachi…

Adisa's son's ears were ringing. His body trembled. He hadn't considered the consequences of electrocuting his opponent while they were still in physical contact. He was betting that the old medium's physical resistance was less than his own.

You... get up, brou...

“Fenyang?”

Akachi's eyes became less cloudy. To his surprise, Jabir was on his feet. The area around his epigastrium had a purple circle of burning. The old man gasped, but kept a huge smile on his wide, small-eyed face. He walked with difficulty towards his opponent.

Akachi tried to get up from the ground. His body shook with a slight epileptic lapse. His mouth was dry. His skin felt dehydrated. He tried to crawl, his body felt ten times heavier than usual. He used the sticks to support himself, but only managed to lift his upper body.

“Now you can't escape me.”

Jabir grabbed him by the neck. He squeezed so hard that the young medium lost his breath. Adisa's son suffocated. His face reddened, the veins in his neck began to bulge. His pupils were filled with blood. Akachi tried to attack the old man with blows, but they soon lost their force. His arms fell dead.

Akachi! Akachi? Akachi...

Jabir strangled the young man with sadistic pleasure. His fury ignited the vigor in his old muscles. His opponent no longer seemed to be showing any resistance. But he didn't let go of his prey.

Akachi, if you don't react, I will.

To the Force Sage's surprise, a smile framed Akachi's face. The teenager's muscles tensed. The old man felt something strange about the situation. He had calculated that the strangulation had caused Adisa's son to faint.

“What are you laughing at?”

“I thought you were stronger.”

Before the other could react, the sticks entered between Jabir's arms and opened with a scissoring motion, forcing the sage to let go of Akachi. The old man leapt away. He studied the situation.

Akachi twisted his neck and coughed a few times to reduce the pressure in his throat. He pointed one of the sticks at his opponent and challenged:

“Best out of three, old man?”

It's not the boy's voice.

“Oh, no! Don't tell me you've been possessed by your Ori Guardian? Hohohoho, how useless! That's a complete disgrace for a medium.”

“Akachi's just taking a break, old man. Soon he'll be back to kick your ass.”

“You're far too shameless to be an ancestor of the Faith clan. Who the hell are you?”

“I'm Fenyang, a master of maculelê. I'm going to do a percussion solo on your body.”

Fenyang felt a strange sensation. It was like a virus that had taken over the system and controlled all the hardware. Akachi and he had such a strong connection that the Spiritual Steadiness continued even when the medium was unconscious. In those conditions, he wouldn't have been able to fully exploit his abilities. On the other hand, his enemy wasn't in the best condition either.

“I'm going to break the Firmament and expel you from this body.”

Jabir advanced against the possessed Akachi. Fenyang reacted, but the movement was too sudden, he couldn't gauge the exact force on his limbs. He was afraid of hurting Akachi in the process. His attempt to block Jabir's attack was successful. The sage's punch bounced away.

The old medium didn't give up. He launched another attack, aimed at his opponent's back. Fenyang, however clumsily, managed to dodge Jabir's fist. He stepped on the stone wall, propelled his foot, spun upside down and delivered an accurate strike to the back of the medium's head.

The old man felt all the pain of being hit by surprise. With successive rapid movements, Fenyang struck his opponent's joints. His knees, elbows, shoulders and hips were bombarded with sharp blows. Finally, Fenyang kicked Jabir in the back, knocking him away.

The old man fell to the ground snorting like a horse. His body was shaking. He seemed to have suffered damage, but not enough to take him out of the game.

The maculelê master maintained his offensive position. He didn't want to be caught off guard.

What chance did that have of doing anything to this old bastard? None. Akachi, I'm going to hold the line here until you get back.