The pair of hammer wielding warriors were clashing mid-air, now only speaking throught grunts, inmersed in a slugfest of hits, punching and pounding themselves, but not backing down, they just couldnt, both of them thought they were doing they right thing, and nobody could stop ther will to fight, and so they kept pounding their flesh with each hit, bruising themselves in a seemingly endless battle, since both of them were as powerful, even with the advantage of having two hammers, Creer was evenly matched by his enraged clone, even if his own rage was as intense as his impostor fury. Creer was rushing his attacks, he feared that his rival would unleash the Liberado State, meaning that he would release his inner power at it's fullest, being capable to easy level the city with a simple blow, this was bad news. But in the middle of their struggle, one of the fighters was crashed by something.
The small instant that Creer used to turn his head and discover the flame covered man that crashed him, was more thant enough for CloneCreer to grab his fake Semidios, as he used the second that the original lowered his guard to connect a masive haymaker, causing the golden haired hero to fly towards the ground, crashing into a deserted house, since the population of the city evacuated almost an hour ago. Even so this was only a split second, as Creer instantly flew towards his impostor while shouting, I will smite thee impostor! as he easily broke the sound barrier and tackled his clone mid-air. While this fight occured up in the air Sabine was trying to calm down Aestus, that after deciding to ignore his tired and almost non functioning senses he started to use his Magical detection powers to guide himself, he discovered to his great shock, that the Prussian warrior had traces of a powerful Magus spell.
You need to hear me out! said weakly Aestus as he made an effort to stay awake and standing, I cant stop right now, not when I'm so close, his voice sounded almost desperate, the fear of the fight he just had and the wounds he got where slowly eroding the self-discipline of the Magus, since Creer, or at least his clone was more powerful than anything Aestus could imagine, and this sudden crack on his view of the world, this event, since he always thought that his master had to be one of the most powerful warriors in the world simply shook his whole reality, he felt insignificant, as if his whole life, sacrifice, pain and training was simply a joke, but even so his mind was set on finishing his mission, even if fullfilling wouldnt lift the punishment of the exile he would acomplish this task, and so he asked Sabine, with unfocused eyes, You are going to tell me why do you have Magus magic inside you? Are you a Sponsio Ex Custodis holder?