Let's Train Heroine

"You're not the only one with tricks," Nyx said, her voice cold as she teleported again, reappearing behind him this time. She lashed out with a spatial blade, slicing through the air toward his back.

But Lucan was ready.

"Push."

Nyx felt the same force hit her again, sending her flying backward, her attack missing entirely. She crashed into the ground but quickly rolled to her feet, scowling. This man was infuriating. He wasn't particularly fast or strong, but his words—those commands—were making it impossible for her to land a proper hit.

Lucan stepped forward, closing the gap between them, his expression still calm. Nyx teleported again, reappearing at his side, and unleashed a flurry of blows, each one enhanced by her spatial magic to increase their speed and power. But every time she struck, Lucan would speak.

"Stop."

Her fists froze in midair again.

"Push."

She was thrown backward once more, sliding across the dirt before coming to a halt.

Nyx's mind raced. This wasn't working. She couldn't just brute force her way through this. His commands were too precise, and she was burning through her energy trying to outmaneuver him. There had to be a limit to his power, though. There always was.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

If he had complete control over reality, he would've simply ended the fight already. The fact that he was only using simple commands like "Push" and "Stop" meant there were restrictions—either on what he could say or on how much power he could use at once.

But even so, the simplicity of his commands was devastating. Nyx couldn't get close to him without being repelled, and every attempt she made to land a hit was countered with ease.

Lucan wasn't trying to defeat her outright, though. She could see that now. He was stalling for time, giving Maris a chance to recover. Nyx's gaze flicked over to Maris, who lay motionless on the ground. Her injuries were still severe, but Lucan had erased her pain. Maris is probably conscious right now and it would only be matter of seconds before she recover at her peak state.

"I see what you're doing," Nyx said, her voice low as she teleported again, this time farther away from Lucan, keeping her distance as she tried to assess her next move. "You're just buying time. But it won't work. I'll figure out your limits soon enough, and then neither of you will leave this battlefield alive."

Lucan didn't respond. He remained where he stood, his gaze calm and focused. He was confident, and that irritated Nyx more than anything. But she wasn't about to lose to a man whose power came from speaking a few simple words.

Nyx shifted her strategy. She began teleporting rapidly, moving in and out of Lucan's range in short bursts, trying to keep him guessing about where she would appear next. She knew he could only react to her once she was within striking distance, and if she could confuse him with enough rapid movement, she might be able to slip past his defenses.

But Lucan remained calm, his eyes tracking her movements with an unsettling precision. The moment she came within range, he spoke again.

"Pull."

Nyx felt a sudden, powerful force yank her forward, pulling her off balance as she stumbled toward Lucan. He raised his hand, preparing to strike, but Nyx teleported at the last second, disappearing just before his fist connected.

She reappeared several meters away, breathing heavily. This was getting nowhere. Lucan was too careful, too measured in his responses. But there was one thing Nyx still didn't understand—how did he have the same evil magic as her? And what were the full limits of his power?

"You're an enigma," Nyx said, her voice sharp as she prepared for another attack. "But I'll figure you out. And when I do, this little game of yours will end."

Lucan's gaze didn't waver. He said nothing, only stepping forward, closing the distance between them once again. As he advanced, Nyx felt a cold chill run down her spine. This man, with his calm demeanor and quiet words, was far more dangerous than she had first thought.

But she wasn't about to give up. Not yet.

The battle was far from over, and Nyx would make sure to unravel the mystery behind Lucan's power, even if it took everything she had.

As Lucan continued to engage Nyx, Maris's body, lying broken and battered on the ground, began to stir. The deep cuts that had marred her once flawless skin began to seal, her bones realigning, the gruesome twists in her limbs straightening out with faint cracks.

Her missing eye reformed in its socket, and her teeth, which had been shattered, grew back. The deep bruises faded, leaving her pale, pristine skin intact, while her plucked hair started to grow back.

Slowly, Maris opened her eyes, blinking as her vision cleared. She was no longer in pain—Lucan had taken care of that—but now she could feel her strength returning, her magic coursing through her veins again. Her torn and tattered clothes barely clung to her form, stained with blood and dirt, but they were the least of her concerns. She was back, and now fully healed.

She glanced at Lucan, his calm figure standing between her and Nyx, stalling for time.

Without hesitation, Maris stood up. Her energy, her power, surged back to its peak, and her focus sharpened. The fight wasn't over, and now it was her turn to strike.

Her eyes locked onto Nyx, who was still trading attacks with Lucan. There was no question in her mind—she needed to end this, and fast. Maris didn't hesitate. With a single, powerful motion, she leapt into the air, her fist clenched tightly. Her eyes burned with a fierce determination as she flew straight toward Nyx.

Nyx was just turning, still distracted by Lucan, when she saw Maris coming at her with incredible speed. Her eyes widened, caught off guard by how quickly the Saint had recovered. She knew as Saint she will recover fast but not this fast. The punch was aimed directly at Nyx's face, the force behind it enough to shatter bones.

But just before the blow could connect—just inches away—Nyx vanished.

She teleported, disappearing in a flash, reappearing several meters away. Maris's fist slammed into the air where Nyx had stood a moment ago, the sheer force of it causing a shockwave that rippled through the ground, cracking the earth beneath them.

Maris's breath was heavy, her eyes blazing as she turned to face Nyx again. The Dark Magician looked slightly unsettled, though she quickly masked it with a smirk.

"Impressive," Nyx called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You recover fast. But you're still just as predictable."

Maris wiped the blood from her lip, her gaze locked on Nyx. She didn't respond to the taunt; there was no need for words. Her mind was clear—Nyx had to be stopped, no matter the cost.

Lucan stepped beside her, his calm, stoic demeanor unchanged as he addressed Maris. "You're back to full strength. I'll keep her off-balance. You go in for the strike."

Maris nodded, her muscles tensing in preparation. The two of them were ready, and Nyx wouldn't get away this time.