Meanwhile, Elyria did the unthinkable. Continuing on her deadly rampage and killing all the guards in her way as she rampaged from the palace's gates all the way to King Percival's throne room.
"Yesterday that woman was merely a Grade One Arcane Bearing human, even her mutation is still a Grade One as well. But what she has exhibited today is nothing short of Special Grade… either the bitch has been using some technique to hide her power levels, or an unlikely treasure hiding within the walls of the Valthorne Household. But I guarantee that we will find out sooner of later," Percival spoke aloud to himself as he sat on his gold shining throne, chin resting on his palm.
Even as the king wanted to stop Elyria in her tracks, he didn't want to destroy House Valthorne. And without a doubt, the Valthornes were initially one of the houses that kept the country balanced. It was Elyria's explosive rise that made things quite unbalanced, leading Percival to use the house as meat shields for his expansionist goals.
"Fucking hell… call of the guards trying to fight her off and let the woman in. They will just get themselves killed, I've had enough blood spilled on my turf for one day..."
"Frankly, I am curious to see based on what qualifications the dumb bitch dares to threaten my mother and attack me and my palace." King Percival erupted, and stood up from his sitting position, and with one step, lunged out of the throne room, racing past the scrambling guards as he hurtled at Elyria.
In that moment, Elyria was facing a bunch of heavy duty armored soldiers that were equipped to counter her heat producing abilities. But the matriarch still held her own, effortlessly gliding past the warriors blows and sending them reeling with her flames before bursting them into smoldering ruins.
But once Percival arrived, Elyria changed directions and focused herself fair and square on the King!
Percival reach out his right hand and all of a sudden, a golden handle mace with a black ball head burst through the wall and into his grasp. The remaining soldiers still alive rolled to the side, letting Percival rush past them and slam the spiked ball head of his mace into Elyria's side.
Its about to go down.
Lady Elyria moved on pure instinct alone as she managed to surge backwards, generating another hot, scolding fire spear at her side to meet the King's assault. A thunderous bombing sound boomed across the royal palace, and Elyria flew into the air, whirling like a spinning top under the might of Percival's mace.
King Percival didn't dare stop there, he shot into the air and swung his Mace with so much ferocity that it broke the sound barrier.
Still recovering from the previous blow, Lady Elyria hurled one fire spear forward, sending it piercing at Percival's exposed mid section. But to the matriarch's shock, Percival didn't avoid the attack, he let his fleshly body take on Elyria's flaming spear as his Mace aimed for her skull dead center!
She was now aware that she couldn't in any way overpower the King with raw strength, she bent her spear at an angle, using the handle area to meet Percival's Mace while readying herself to burst with the momentum.
Her flames were extinguished on impact, crushed by the mighty power of Percival's will. However, the matriarch still remained focused not trying to allow herself get over taken mentally, throwing her feet at Percival's knees and using his momentum to propel herself towards the ground. On the way down, Elyria caught her dropping spear and with an immaculate bounce, captured one of Percival's men before the King had stabilized in the air.
She heated her hand so much that it glowed red and it was pointed at the individual's neck. But to everyone watching the spectacle unfold, King Percival did not give a rats ass about the person, he simply launched his Mace at their general direction!
Lady Elyria's eyes spread open to Percival's lack of value to the life of one of his own and speedy blitz out of the way as the mace crashed into the man, shattering the top half of his body clean off from the rest.
"A few months ago you were just like every other Valthorne, now you are just as strong as me!? What is your bloody secret vile woman!" Percival yelled as he recalled his Mace, which obeyed and flew into his fist again.
Without wasting any time again, he lunged at Elyria swinging with reckless abandon, not even giving a fuck about the rest of his men that were in harms way.
As a matter of fact, Elyria used a few of them as human shields and Percival clubbed his way right through them. But as he was about to catch up to her, she caught a royal guard by the neck, sending him smashing into Percival, this time the King pulled, stopping his own momentum and letting the man fly past him, unfortunately for the man he too met a deadly fate as he landed on a spikey statue and that impelled him instantly.
Lady Elyria and King Percival were now at a stalemate, staring at each other waiting for the other to make the first move. Elyria wasn't one to wait, as she believed the best form of defense is attack, she revealed a small dagger hidden in her beside her thighs, released it and slashed herself across her palm.
Her lips curved into a wicked grin.
"Emotion Fire Technique: Exploding Blood"
In that moment, the blood trickling from her palm burst into a conflagration of violent red flames and her physical attributes went through the roof.
Without wasting any second, she dashed at Percival with lightning speed, the droplets of blood trickling from her wound stained the floor as she moved until she finally stood inclose proximity with the king, and then sprinkling a generous amount of her blood on him.
King Percival immediately perceived the burning blood as a threat and used his cloak to block the entirety of the droplets, little did he know that Elyria was just setting him up for the effectiveness of the technique.
She squeezed her fist and the droplets of blood on his cloak burst in little out show of explosion that completely burnt his royal robes and blasting a hole on his chest. The injury caused a reasonable amount of blood to gush out from the King, but thankfully the wound wasn't fatal due to the protection of his chest plating.
Percival was pissed now, he gritted his teeth and swung the Mace at Elyria. She immediately dodged with a tilt of her head and closed in on the King again, delivering a brain melting headbutt.
"You missed!" she yelled as she landed another powerful headbutt on the bridge of his nose.
Percival saw this coming, he intentionally swung his Mace at an angle so as to give the Valthorne matriarch the sense that he was inaccurate. Unbeknownst to Elyria, the Mace had made a full 180 and was coming straight for her via her blind spot.
Before she knew what was happening, Percival's eyes glazed over and he immediately dived out of the way while the Mace rammed into Elyria from behind, slamming into a bubble butt and dislodging the Benedict Backdoor Binky she received form Zaja. The impact sent her flying face first into a statue.
Percival had traded a few head butt attacks and a gashed nose for a huge upper hand in this confrontation, but as soon as he made it to his feet, his vision became blurry as blood began to sip into his eye.
Elyria started climbing to her feet as well, and in a few seconds, the two were at a stalemate once again.
"That Ironforge Mace lives up to its name, I was foolish to have underestimated it… or you, you seem to be quite the package…" the matriarch said as she cracked her neck and her shoulder until the dislocation corrected itself. "Although I didn't take you as one who wouldn't hold the life of his men to high value, you're literally painting your lovely castle with their blood…"
"My men knew what they were getting into when they pledged their allegiance to me, don't try to guilt trip me cause I am several degrees above that, I've lost more men than I could possibly count. They know their place and they know they are expendable, even if it is by me."
Just as the King finished talking, he immediately vomited a huge volume of blood as the wound on his chest began to intensify.
"What technique is that, how dare you impel me!" Percival said in between wheezes and gags.