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As the tension in the air thickened and the stakes rose, Frankenstein stepped forward with deadly intent. His eyes glowed with the fierce resolve of a warrior, ready to confront Freed and protect those around him.

His stance was unwavering as he summoned the power of his soul weapon, a manifestation of his immense strength and dark energy. His body pulsed with power, and the very air around him seemed to tremble.

With a confident smirk, Freed raised the Excalibur fragment, each one gleaming with holy energy. "Ah, so you're the one that wants to challenge me," Freed said with a mocking tone."But don't think you can defeat me that easily. The power of Excalibur is far beyond anything you can imagine."

Frankenstein's eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that," he muttered. With a sudden burst of speed, he closed the distance between them, his soul weapon—a massive, jagged spear—crashing toward Freed.

Freed, unperturbed, responded in kind, raising one of the Excalibur fragments and channeling its immense holy power.

"Excalibur: Lightning!" he shouted, and in an instant, a burst of radiant lightning shot from the sword, crackling with holy energy. The bolt moved with the speed of a storm, aimed directly at Frankenstein.

But Frankenstein was faster. With a quick sidestep, he dodged the lightning strike, the bolt of divine energy missing him by mere inches. The explosion of energy from the missed attack caused a gust of wind to ripple through the battlefield. Frankenstein used the opening to swing his soul weapon toward Freed once again, but Freed expertly blocked it with another Excalibur fragment.

The two warriors clashed, their weapons colliding in a shower of sparks and energy. Every swing from Freed sent shockwaves through the air, each fragment of Excalibur brimming with a different type of holy power.

Excalibur: Lightning. Excalibur: Flame. Excalibur: Darkness. Excalibur: Wind.

Freed utilized each fragment's unique abilities in rapid succession, keeping Frankenstein on his toes. Each strike was faster and more aggressive than the last, pushing Frankenstein to his limits.

But Frankenstein didn't flinch. His skill in battle, honed over centuries, was unparalleled. As Freed launched a series of Excalibur: Flame slashes, Frankenstein effortlessly dodged and countered, his soul weapon moving like an extension of his own body.

He parried the flames and deflected the blows with precision, closing the gap between him and Freed with every move.

"You're good, I'll give you that," Freed sneered. "But can you handle this?" He swung another Excalibur, the Excalibur: Darkness, and a wave of dark energy erupted, swallowing the surrounding area in a black, pulsating void.

The sheer pressure of the darkness was immense, but Frankenstein stood firm. His body crackled with energy as he activated his own countermeasure, summoning an purple aura to push back against the overwhelming force.

The two opposing forces clashed in a violent explosion of energy, the shockwave sending the surrounding trees and debris flying.

In the midst of the chaos, Frankenstein managed to land a brutal strike with his soul weapon. The jagged spear cut through Freed's defense, leaving a deep gash across his chest.

Freed staggered back, gritting his teeth in pain, but he quickly recovered, raising the remaining Excalibur fragments and grinning.

"Impressive," Freed said with a mocking laugh. "But it's going to take more than that to defeat me."

"That's what I was hoping for," Frankenstein replied with a smirk. His aura flared brightly as he charged forward once again, his weapon flashing.

This time, he aimed for Freed's exposed side, his spear flashing through the air with pinpoint accuracy. But Freed, now visibly enraged, raised one last Excalibur fragment and blocked the strike just in time, sparks flying in all directions.

The two warriors locked eyes, both drenched in sweat from the intense battle.

Freed's breathing was labored, and his movements were slower, while Frankenstein seemed to be drawing on a hidden well of power, pushing through his fatigue. The next strike would decide everything.

In one final, explosive move, Frankenstein released the full force of his soul weapon, his spear shattering the air with an overwhelming surge of energy.

Freed, realizing too late that he couldn't escape, tried to block the strike with his Excalibur, but it was futile. The jagged spear crashed through his defenses, piercing through the center of his chest.

Freed let out a strangled gasp, his body convulsing as the life drained from him. With a final, defiant look at Frankenstein, he collapsed to the ground, his weapon falling from his hand.

Frankenstein stood over him, his chest heaving from exertion. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes flicking toward the others to make sure they were safe.

"It's over," he muttered, his voice low.

With the battle won, Frankenstein sheathed his soul weapon, his expression shifting back to its usual calm demeanor. As he turned back to others, as he spoke, his voice carrying a note of finality.

"Let's go. We need to help, Master."

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As Frankenstein engaged Freed in a fierce battle, the tension between Raizel and Kokabiel reached its peak. The two powerful beings clashed, exchanging swift and devastating blows.

Kokabiel launched a barrage of light spears, each one aimed with deadly precision at Raizel.

However, Raizel, with his calm and collected demeanor, effortlessly deflected each spear with his aura manipulation, the glowing shield around him absorbing the impact without a hint of strain.

"You're stronger than I assumed," Kokabiel admitted with a smirk, his wings flaring as he hovered in the air. "But let's see how long you can keep this up."

With a sudden burst of speed, Kokabiel lunged forward, engaging Raizel in close combat. The sky around them darkened, filled with the residual energy of their clash.

Raizel, maintaining his composure, countered each of Kokabiel's attacks with precision. Their blows shook the very ground beneath them, causing shockwaves that could be felt for miles.

However, Kokabiel had a plan. He wasn't here for a prolonged fight; his goal was to disrupt and cause chaos. As he traded blows with Raizel, he suddenly smirked and created a massive light spear, larger and more potent than any before.

"Let's see you block this," he taunted, hurling the spear with all his might.

Raizel stood firm, his eyes narrowing. With a swift motion, he raised his hand, channeling his energy into a barrier that enveloped him completely.

The light spear crashed against it, resulting in a blinding explosion of light and sound. As the dust settled, Raizel emerged unscathed, his barrier holding strong.

"You're wasting your time, Kokabiel," Raizel said, his voice calm but firm. "You won't win this battle."

But Kokabiel merely laughed, his wings flapping with renewed vigor. "I didn't come here to win," he said. "I came here to send a message."

With a sudden burst of energy, Kokabiel took to the skies, retreating rapidly. "We'll meet again, Raizel. And next time, you won't be so lucky."

As Kokabiel disappeared into the distance, Raizel lowered his barrier and turned his attention back to the others. The battlefield was still tense, but the immediate threat had passed.

He watched as Frankenstein continued his battle with Freed, a small smile forming on his lips.

"He got away for now," Raizel muttered, his gaze following the direction Kokabiel had fled. "But we'll be ready when he returns."

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