Corundum the Greatest Hobgoblin King

Zel and the hobgoblin stared down at each other, fire blooming behind Zel like a flower erupting from his back while the ground shook with the coalition of their presence. Then it began. Flames wheeled up behind Zel forming a spear of crimson flames that fell into Zel's hand. The back of the spear began to throb with heat the air distorting around it and then flames erupted from the back shooting the sword forward into the hobgoblin exploding from the power flames billowing from the spot where he stood but suddenly the flames cleared revealing the hobgoblin. He hadn't moved an inch, not even his clothes were burnt. But from the smoak Zel appeared his fists raised and the gauntlets of the demonic armour were encasing his hands. Zel began to pummel the hobgoblin. Who still had not even flinched. The only movement was his eyes tracking his opponent. All of Zel's punches were blocked by pillars of stone that rose from the ground blocking every punch and trading punches. Zel cast, hall of blades, creating a wall of swords and weapons that he slashed and smashed the stone with but the stones never stopped protecting the hobgoblin. "While your strength is commendable, sadly you are not able to beat me in that state. My indestructible wall is what makes me the most powerful of all the hobgoblin kings. It is what earnt me my name Corundum and it is what makes me superior to you. I am disappointed I heard that the one who defeated the demon king wielded those flames." The flames began to crawl up Zel from his hands, consuming every part of his body burning the air. Flames danced on the back of Zel who was now hunched over. He opened his hand and a black blade flew to him. It was not Badurad's sword but it was familiar. It was the sword forged from the hell flames. The sword he had used to strike down the Demon king. It was the sword Badurad saw in Oakly's shop. The red runes shimmered down the blade igniting on contact with Zel's hand burning with an intense furry. Zel was crouched like a feral beast, the stone melting around him he sprung forward to the hobgoblin who stepped back in fear. He raised his rocks and stones defending himself from the attack but Zel clawed his way through melting a hole in the rock scratching at the rock until he was free. Corundum's breath wavered in the face of the beast flames pouring from it. The hobgoblin retreated backwards jumping from the molten rock. Zel made the armour disappear and his sword returned to normal. Zel dropped the sword but it levitated behind him as he clapped his hands flames spurting from the cracks in between his hands. Then releasing his hands in a semi circle a blade of fire flew towards the hobgoblin flying at him. Corundum smashed his hand into the wall of the ravine, a sword forming from the wall being compacted thousands of times, hardening like the giant hobgoblin had done. Pulling the stone sword he slashed the flames dispelling them with the wind from his slash. Then pushing his sword down he readied his stance. Zel pulling his sword back to his hand pulled the hilt to his eye level and pointed the tip at the hobgoblin.

The two rushed towards each other. Zel jumped into the air, flames streaming from his sword like a tail slicing through the air onto the hobgoblin pressing his sword into the stone blade, his whole body pressing through the blade. Then pushing him back Zel landed on his hand twirling back around to face the enemy who was slowly advancing. Zel rushed forward Demonic armour crawling up his body pushing him forward with flames exploding from his feet. Thrusting him through the air stabbing at the hobgoblin. Zel jumped around the ravine pushing off the flames, coming from every angle he relentlessly pushed down on the sword. Every attack was parried by the hobgoblin pushing him away. With each blow the shocks deafening the two opponents each parry angering Zel. His wrath grew, his greed burning. His flames pushed through trying to melt the blade but to no avail. The flames had a mind of their own, the rage the desire, the pure anger channeling through every cell of his body pushing him to go faster, to hit harder, to exceed every limit burning with such intensity that the area started to melt every wall drooping down lighting the darkness. Then as Zel rushed in his hand burned with rage gripping his sword the flames burning and spilling out from his sword. Then his hand started to become scaled, it hardened and became the same dragon armour he had worn against the demon king his muscles expanded tightening and pushing his sword through the stone sword shattering the blade and slicing into the hobgoblins arm. Sucker punched Zel with his other arm Zel's stomach contorting from the impact ,blood bursting from his mouth. The flames dissipated and his sword dropped to the ground as Zel flew backwards into the ground. The flames creeped up the hobgoblin's arm burning him flowing through his veins like a disease singing his arm until it was nothing but a black husk.

Zel stood up, his sword flying to his side. He then strided to the hobgoblin who was on his knees, his limbs weakened by the flames, his eyes were vacant and blood was dripping from his mouth. Then standing over his opponent he jammed his sword into the monster's chest puncturing his heart blood gushed from the hobgoblins mouth. The beast fell to the floor, the sword still inside his chest. Then his body expanded and he returned to his original form. His skin hardened, forming rock. Then returning control to Badurad he collapsed falling onto the back of the hobgoblin that had filled the ravine. The sun was out. The sky was blue with only a few clouds dotting the sky. The gentle breeze was the last thing he felt as he drifted into sleep. His eyes aching his entire body was exhausted. Even breathing hurt he had nothing left. And then the all too familiar feeling of passing out.