Revised: 2-12-16


A bloodied corpse stood before him, blood covering his hands

"YOU TRAITOROUS FILTH!"

He was surrounded by many warriors, all seeking to end him.

"No... It wasn't me!"

A fat man's face appeared, followed by an older man. White electricity covered his entire forearm.

"I have decided to save this world..."

He examined his bloody hands.

"Wh- What is this?"

A beautiful woman called out to him.

"Asura!"

A group of powerful warriors stood before him.

"What 'Great Rebirth?'"

A girl called out to him.

"Father!"

He was falling... Falling... Fire covered him as he fell.

"MITHRA! DURGA!"

The older man stood in front of a masked man.

"Your death shall be the foundation of my new world!"

The older man blasted him with his white lightning. He felt pain... He felt anger...

"Guh... Hunh... HAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!"

The woman reached out for him, lying in a pool of her blood.

As he fell, he reached out for something. The last thing he saw... The girl's face...


Eyes shot wide open, the ceiling being what was first seen. His breathing was rapid, as if scared. His eyes darted left and right, before slowly sitting up.

As he got up, he examined his surroundings. The room was white, with a door in the far left. In front of the bed was a desk, with various small and large drawers on the side, complete with a huge mirror. Spread out across the top of it were various female items, such as brushes, lipstick, as well as a phone. On the left wall was a closet that had a pair of white slider doors. Inside were various shirts, pants, and shorts. It was a mix-up of men's clothes, and of women's. To his right was a window covered with curtains, thus obscuring what was outside.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He had red irises, and white eyebrows, which had an unnatural swirl at the end. His hair was spiked up naturally, and his skin was tan. The man wore no shirt, thus exposing his muscular upper body, but he did wear black boxers, and a pair of white athletic socks.

He then felt movement to his right. He quickly glanced to his side, only to see a sleeping figure next to him. It was a woman, with long purple hair stretched underneath the covers. He sighed to himself, examining her beauty. His wife, even in the morning, looked as beautiful as ever.

He then remembered the dream. That woman covered in blood... She looked like his wife.

That dream... What could it mean? Was it a sign? A warning? Was something about to happen?

The man shook his head. There was nothing to worry about. His wife was right next to him, wasn't she? He should not think about it so much. Worrying too much was not in his character. It was in his brother-in-law's.

He then remembered that it was morning, which meant that he had to go start his day. He then got out of his bed quietly, as to not wake up his wife. He then went to the closet, and found a pair of grey sweatpants, a white undershirt, and a pair of running shoes. He put them on, and quietly closed the closet, before heading for the door. However, he stopped to look at his wife once more. On her side of the bed was a drawer, with two medium-sized drawers on the front. On its top was a lamp, with a picture as well. In the picture was the man, his wife, his brother-in-law, and a little girl on the man's shoulder. This was his daughter. Behind them, in the distance, was the Statue of Liberty.

He smiled to himself, and then looked at his wife. He bent down, and kissed her in the forehead. She shifted in response, but did not wake up. He couldn't help but give a small smile. After that, the man made his way out of the room.

The man walked down a small hallway, passing a door with various butterfly stickers, and the letters M,I,T,H,R,A, in that order. He then walked to his right, where a door was on a wall in an open room. In the room was a brown couch, with a small wooden table in front of it. Across from it was an HD T.V. on a glass drawer, with various DVD cases underneath a DVD player. The T.V. was one of the first models made, before everyone adapted to it.

He then went to the door, and exited the apartment. He immediately found himself in a set of stairs, with many other doors leading to different apartments. After ascending to the top of the stairs, he found a lone door, which he easily pushed open.

His eyes squinted to protect them from the bright light, but opened them when they had adjusted to it. Before him was what many would consider a wondrous sight. The sun was rising, as the ocean glimmered with the sun's rays. Lady Liberty stood proudly in the distance. Many buildings could be seen, standing above the heavens and close to the ground. The man stood there in the middle of the roof, taking in the view as the wind blew on his face.

A nice way to start the day off.

The man then leaned forward, as he fell to the ground. He managed to plant both of his hands down before the impact, and then began his daily workout of one hundred and fifty push-ups and sit-ups.

Episode 2: The Man who Cannot be Moved

When he finished with his warm-up, he then went to a practice dummy that was a few feet away. It was just like any other dummy, with a plastic upper body of a man. He took a deep breath, and got into a fighting stance. He right leg leaned forward, as his left leg pushed back. Both of his arms retracted backwards, with his fists open.

He then swung his right fist, and struck the dummy, following up with a left hook. He followed with a strong right hook, that caused him to do a three hundred and sixty degree spin. He followed with a three quick punches, before finishing with a strong downward hook to the chest.

The man then began to send straight punches with his right fist. They were strong and steady at first, but as he kept going, he sent them faster. After a while his punches were so fast, that they can only be described as quick blurs. Adrenaline flowing through him, he finished with a strong right hook that toppled the dummy over.

Sighing, the man put the dummy back in place, and continued his training.

The training was for nothing, really. He was not preparing for a competition, or anything of the sort. Back in the day, he used to be a street fighter, getting into fights to gain money. And despite how bad it looked, he had put the money to good use. He used it to help pay for his family's school wages, and because of it, they managed to graduate from high school.

Due to his wife's pregnancy, however, he had to stop fighting to provide for his new family. He managed to find a job as a car washer, at a local car dealer, which only gave enough money for him to pay for the apartment. He would start the job once the weekend was over. After a few years, he planned to buy a decent house in Queens. Soon after, he planned on fulfilling his dream of opening up a dojo that could be a sanctuary to all of the different fighting styles in the world. People could come and learn, and he would have enough money to survive the rest of his life, as well as give his daughter a chance to attend college.

After a whole hour, he sat on the ground, feeling that he had done the necessary amount of training for the day.

"Had enough for one day, honey?"

He looked to the roof's entrance. Leaning on the doorway, stood a woman in a white bathrobe, with a green t-shirt underneath. Purple hair fell on the sides of her face, as she had tied a bun on the back of her head. There was a strand of hair that fell to the left side of her head. Her eyes had a groggy, yet playful glimmer to them. Her purple eyes are what won him over ever since he met her.

"Durga... You're awake," he observed as he stood.

The woman, Durga, smiled and walked towards him. "Yep. That kiss of yours woke me up, but it didn't drag me out of bed."

Her arms wrapped around him in an embrace. She then kissed him in the cheek. "Good morning, Asura."

The man, Asura, returned the embrace, and kissed her in the forehead. "Morning, Durge."

Durga looked over his shoulder, and gazed at the sight of the city. "Such a nice view..."

He smiled. "I know. That's why I like training here. It gives me a sense of... Peace."

She let out a small laugh, as she tugged on his arm. "As long as Mithra isn't watching. C'mon, Tiger. I made breakfast."

Hearing this, he followed after her. This was how his morning went everyday. He would come up to train, and his wife would call him over for breakfast. Asura would not have it any other way.

As soon as he entered the living room, he was welcomed with the smell of frying eggs and bacon. He also heard the noise of a popular kids show to his left.

There sitting on the couch, eating cereal with little marshmallows, was a little girl in pink pajamas. She had long purple hair, with a bang above her forehead, and purple eyes like her mother. She was short, which was mainly because she was six and half years old. This was Asura and Durga's daughter, Mithra.

As she heard the door open, Mithra looked over her shoulder, and was instantly excited to see her father. She placed the bowl on the small table, and rushed around the couch to hug her father's legs.

"Daddy, Daddy!" she greeted.

"Heeey, there's my little angel!" he said, as he lifted her up, and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Daddy," she replied.

He walked up to the wooden counter by the kitchen, and gently placed her down on a stool. Asura sat down next to her, as a plate was served before him. On the plate were two strips of bacon and scrambled eggs. He grabbed the fork that was on the side, and began to eat his eggs.

"So," he began as he ate his food. "What's the plan for today?"

Durga leaned on the other side of the counter. "Well, Mithra wanted to go to the park today, so we're going to Central Park later. After that, Yasha invited us to go eat lunch with him."

Asura scowled to himself. "Great."

Asura felt annoyed after hearing his brother in law's name. He didn't hate him, but he was such a worrywart. Yasha always felt the need to have a say in their business. Despite that, Asura had a hidden respect for Yasha. They had known each other for most of their life, so it was natural.

Asura then noticed that his wife had covered her nose. "But before that, you need to take a shower."

Mithra pointed down the hall. "To the bathroom, Stinky!"

Asura couldn't help but laugh at that.

-Two Hours Later-

Asura had exited the building to find his family waiting for him. He had taken a shower, and now wore a brownish-green sleeveless shirt, a necklace with dog tags, with a pair of jeans, and brown shoes. His jeans had a fiery design at the bottom.

Durga wore a green t-shirt, with white pants and sandals. She had a pink sweater tied over her neck, with the rest of it over her shoulders. Mithra wore a sleeveless pink shirt, with sunflower designs on it, and wore short shorts, with white sandals.

It took about twenty-five minutes for the family to get to Central Park, which was a few blocks from their apartment. After another fifteen minutes, they reached Mithra's favorite playground, East 110th Street Playground.

"Alright, Mithra, go play for a bit. But stay where I can see you!" dismissed Durga. The little girl then ran to the monkey bars, and began to climb them.

Mithra played there for an hour and a half, when she had just finished going down a slide. It was there, that she noticed that three kids were picking on a boy her age. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, and wore a red t-shirt, with a red and a blue dash crossing each other like an X. He had white shorts, and yellow shoes.

Three other kids, who looked at least four years older than Mithra, where passing the ball over the boy, who was frantically trying to get it. One of the boys accidentally dropped the ball, where it rolled to the girl's feet. She picked it up, examining its bright surface.

It was then that she noticed that the trio of bullies were right before her. The leader had red hair, pale skin, and freckles; the obvious signs of a ginger. He wore a black shirt with a skull.

"Hand it over," he demanded.

Mithra looked at the ball, but it was suddenly snatched from her by the boy. The other two boys pinned the smaller boy, as the leader threw the ball to the boy's stomach.

"Hey!" she shouted. "Stop being mean to him!"

As soon as she said that, the trio glared at her. Both boys dropped the smaller boy, and followed the leader towards the girl.

"What'd you just say?" he asked in a menacing tone.

Mithra took a step backwards. "I-I... I said leave him alone."

The boy got closer. "And if I don't want to?" He then pushed the girl on her bottom.

Resisting the urge to cry, she quickly stood up again. "Then- Then I'll tell my Daddy on you!"

The boy then began to laugh, which was quickly followed by laughter from the followers.

"You hear that guys?" he said in between laughs. "She- She's gonna tell her "Daddy" on us!" He heavily pronounced the word in a mocking tone.

The bully then yanked on her collar to pull her towards him. "Well, too bad. 'Cuz Daddy isn't going to stop me from doing what I'm about to do to you."

"And what exactly are you going to do to my daughter?" said a deep voice.

Mithra couldn't help but smile in triumph, as the boy looked up in fear. His grip on her shirt loosened, until he could no longer feel it. The girl looked up to see her father, arms crossed and a glare being sent at the trio.

She quickly turned and hugged his legs. "Daddy, Daddy! I'm so glad to see you!" She sent a glare to the trio of boys. "They were about to hit me!"

Asura kept his glare, seeing as the cowardly boys looked at him fearfully. Fed up with seeing them, he growled at them. "BEAT IT!"

Hearing that was enough for the boys to run away from the man.

Mithra stuck out her tongue to mock them, before looking at her father in admiration. "Wow, Daddy. You're so brave!"

Asura knelt to her level. "Mithra, why were those boys bothering you? Did you do anything to them?"

Mithra put her hands on her hips. "Yeah, I did! They were being mean to that boy, so I told them to stop!"

She pointed at the boy, but gave a small gasp when she saw that he was kneeling on the ground, head bowed down in shame. The girl then looked at the red ball that was there, and picked it up. She walked over to the boy, and held it out.

"Here's your ball back. Take it," she insisted.

The boy looked up in confusion, before his eyes widened in joy. He slowly reached out for the ball, and got a grip on it. He then stood up.

"I'm Mithra," she greeted. "What's your name?"

The boy was surprised for a moment, but then looked away. "Uh... Kory... M-My name's Kory..."

She giggled to herself. "Nice to meet you, Kory."

"Mithra!" The girl turned to her father. "We've got go. Uncle Yasha's waiting for us."

Mithra waved at him. "Okay! Wait up!" She turned to the boy, Kory, and waved at him. "See you later, Kory!" She then ran to her father, leaving Kory to watch as she ran.

Asura held his daughter's hand as they walked to Durga. "Looks like you made a new friend, huh?"

She smiled at him. "Uhuh, you bet!"

Durga was watching the exchange. "Asura, you didn't do anything too rash, did you?"

"Nope," he answered. "I gave them a glare, and they ran off. They did leave me in a bad mood, though."

"Mommy, Mommy, guess what? I made a new friend!" exclaimed the little girl.

"That's so nice, sweetheart!" said Durga. "But we better get moving. We wouldn't want to keep Uncle Yasha waiting, now would we?"

The family cut across the park, and made it out in fifteen minutes. They were trekking down a busy street, as Asura still muttered to himself about the three bullies.

"To think that those kids have the guts to go and hit a girl... What the hell's this world come to?" he ranted.

"Calm down, Asura!" implored Durga. "Mithra's fine! Those boys didn't get to hurt her."

"They're lucky that they didn't. Because if they did, then I was gonna make them regret it!" he declared.

Their daughter skipped ahead, but looked at her parents as she spoke. "It's fine Daddy. If those meanies would've hurt me, I know you would've been able to stop them. Why, I'll bet that-"

Just then, she bumped into something and fell on her bottom. The girl looked up to see a large man looking down at her. He had brown eyes, and blonde hair. He had a long beard that was also blond, and it went all the way to his chest. There was also a blond mustache on his face. He wore a white t-shirt that was under blue overalls. On the overalls was a large yellow W, and on his feet were red running shoes. To say he that was fat, would have been an understatement.

"What the- Hey, beat it, kid," said the man.

"HEY!" shouted Asura, as he grabbed the man's collar. "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?"

The heavyset man pushed away from Asura. "Hey, man, watch it! Your little girl bumped into me, okay? I didn't do any-"

"YAAAAAAAAHHH!" shouted Mithra's father, as he landed a straight punch on the man's face.

"Unnghh!" The obese man fell on his back, as he rubbed his cheek in pain.

Durga's eyes widened in shock. "What in the world? Asura, are you insane?" she scolded.

Asura turned to her in equal surprise. "What? Didn't you see him just now? This guy doesn't know how to pick on someone his own size!"

The man backed away in fear, as Asura glared at him. He had instantly forgotten that it was the little girl's mistake. "N-No, wait! She's so tiny, I didn't see her! I just bumped into her! It was an accident!"

After he finished, the man, surprisingly, got up, and ran off; his destination unknown. Asura only scoffed in disapproval.

"Try to hurt my daughter again, and I'll..." he growled to himself.

He then felt a tug on his pants, and he looked down to see his daughter. Her eyes were bright with admiration.

"Wow, Daddy! The way you sent that punch, that was... That was so cool!" she shouted.

Her mother gasped. "Now look what you've done! She thinks fighting is cool! This is exactly what I didn't want to happen!"

Asura took a step back, as Durga's words reached him. His eyes went to the ground, as he sighed and scratched his head in embarrassment. "S-sorry..."

Durga stroke the bridge of her nose, sighing in frustration. "Gosh, Asura, this is the third time, this month!"

She then bent down to Mithra's level. "Listen to me, Mithra. Fighting is bad. I never want to hear you say anything about fighting, nor do I want to hear about you getting into a fight. Okay?"

The girl didn't say anything for a few seconds, but then spoke up. "But... If fighting is bad, why do you let Daddy fight with the toy person on the roof, every morning?"

She saw that her mother had paused before looking at her father.

"Uh... Well, it's so I can stay in shape," answered Asura.

"But Daddy, didn't you tell me that you used to be a strong fighter once?" she asked. This caused both parents to be silent. "Did you get in trouble? Is that why you stopped?"

The man shook his head. "No... That's not why."

"Then why?" asked the girl.

Asura looked deeply into the eyes of his daughter, before closing his own in deep thought.

"Well... I quit, because I learned a valuable lesson one day. I learned that fights are meaningless, unless there's something worth fighting for."

"'Something worth fighting for?'" Mithra wondered. "Like what?"

Asura looked at his wife, who in turned looked at him. They exchanged a knowing smile to each other, before Asura addressed his daughter again.

"One day, when you're older, you'll know what I mean," he answered.

Mithra pouted to herself. "But I want to know now!"

"Don't sweat it," assured her father.

He grabbed her hand, and began to walk again. "C'mon. Uncle Yasha's expecting us."

"My goodness!" blurted Durga. "We're five minutes late!"

Asura smirked to himself. "I bet he's having a panic attack, right now."

Durga looked at him in disapproval. "Don't be like that! I know there are times when you two butt heads, but couldn't you two-"

"Mommy, Mommy, look! Uncle Yasha's here!" blurted Mithra.

Both adults looked forward to see, to their surprise, that Mithra was indeed right. Standing in front of a lamppost, was a man with dark brown hair, grey eyes, and a goatee, glancing at the wristwatch on his left wrist. He wore a white t-shirt, which as under a black unbuttoned shirt. It was a long sleeve, but they were rolled up to the biceps. He wore grey khaki pants, with black leather shoes. His hair was tied up in a bun, with strands of hair leaning out on the left side of his hairline, but more hair hung loose on the back of his neck. He wore a necklace with dog tags, and glasses over his eyes. This was Mithra's uncle, Durga's brother, and Asura's brother-in-law, Yasha.

Durga was not expecting this surprise. "Yasha? What are you doing here? I thought we agreed to meet at the diner?"

Yasha glanced at her, his left arm dropping to the side. "You all were late, so I thought you got lost or something."

Asura scoffed. "As usual, you worry too much."

Yasha quickly glanced at his brother-in-law, before looking away. "As usual, you look like you just got into a fight."

Hearing that caused Asura to scowl.

Mithra then spoke up. "You should've seen him, Uncle! He sent one hard punch to this one guy, and it sent him to the ground, instantly! I kinda feel sorry for him, though, because he was fat."

"Mithra!" scolded Durga.

After the girl's story, Yasha let out a small chuckle. "Be careful, Asura. If I was on duty, I'd have to arrest you."

"Shut up," he retorted.

"So, Yasha, where's this diner we've been hearing so much about?" asked Durga.

Yasha moved away from the lamppost. "It's only two blocks from here. C'mon. We're late as it is. But seeing as how they let me out early today, I don't think it'll matter."

"You were let out early?" asked Durga.

Yasha nodded. "Indeed. I guess somebody came to the department late during the week, and as punishment, they got booked for the rest of the afternoon."

Mithra looked up at her uncle. "Did you catch any bad guys today, Uncle?"

He smiled at her. "No, not today. But as soon as I do, you'll be the first to know."

"Pfft. If he can actually do it," muttered Asura.

Hearing his comment, Yasha glanced at him. "You know, considering the fact that I've arrested six people in the last two weeks, I can see that happening, actually."

"Whatever," he dismissed. "Where's the diner?"

Sighing, Yasha pointed forward. "It's just down here."

They continued walking, but then Durga noticed a change. It was not a change that could be detected with the naked eye, but rather, it was something she felt. The air had changed. It became warmer. Tense.

She finally addressed her concerns. "Is it just me... Or did it get hotter?"

Both men stopped after hearing that. They both took a minute to register the environment, only to confirm her suspicions.

"Yes... You're right. The air's gotten warmer," observed Yasha.

Asura nodded in agreement. "Yeah... The wind's blowing a bit harder, too."

In that moment, they all noticed that their surroundings had gotten a bit darker. It was not dark as black, but it took on a shade of red.

A minute later, they heard a sound. It was small at first, but after a few seconds, it had increased in volume. It was a sound that could put anyone on their toes.

The sound of frightened screams.

They all turned around slowly, but saw nothing. It was only a moment after, when they realized that everyone's eyes were skyward. The family looked up, and gasped at what they saw.

A large meteor had entered the Earth's atmosphere. And it was headed straight for New York.


Asura's Wrath Reborn


(Theme of the Seven Deities- Asura's Wrath OST)

Asura's eyes were locked into the meteor that approached the city. The screams of the entire city echoed in his ears, as everyone ran away in panic.

"Wh-what is that? A-a meteor?" shouted Durga.

"I-it would seem so... But why?" Yasha asked to seemingly no one. "Why didn't the government alert us?"

"I don't care about that," avowed Asura. "What I do care is that we get the hell out of here!"

Not stopping to think, Asura lifted Mithra into his arms, and began to run away from the meteor with his family.

"Asura, we need to find cover! That thing's huge! And it's coming in fast!" shouted Yasha.

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Asura retorted over his back.

Mithra was very confused, unsure of what was about to happen. To her left and right, people were running along with them.

"D-Daddy... What's going on?" she asked.

Her father gave her a quick glance. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Everything's fine! Don't worry."

Despite his words, she was still not put at ease. "D-Daddy? I'm scared!"

He glanced at her again, huffing as he ran. "No, no! Don't cry, sweety. Don't cry, don't cry! It'll be alright, okay? You gotta be brave."

A cry of pain snapped him out of his train of thought. He looked back, to see that his wife had tripped on a crack, and was tending to her ankle.

"DURGA!" shouted Asura and Yasha simultaneously.

Both men ran towards their loved one, and tried to help her up.

"Are you alright, sister?" asked a worried Yasha.

Asura had put Mithra down to tend to his wife. "Can you walk?"

She tried to move forward, but with every movement, her right leg limped.

"N-No," she answered, holding back tears. "I-I can't. I can't run."

Mithra noticed her mother's tears, and instantly felt sad. "M-Mommy?"

Durga looked at her, and smiled. "I'm fine, sweety. It's gonna be alright."

Asura noticed that his daughter was about to cry. "N-NO! Don't cry! It's fine! We just need to get your mom-"

He was cut off by the sound off his daughter crying, as she ran to hug her mother.

"P-Please, Mommy!" she cried. "Don't- *sniffle* Please don't leave me!"

Asura watched the scene in helplessness. Here, his family was in pain and sorrow, and he could not do anything to stop it.

It was at that moment, when he remembered something. It was the dream from that morning.

He remembered the woman who was bloodied and hurt. He also remembered the girl, crying in grief and sorrow.

The more he thought about it the more he became... angry.

He was angry at himself.

But most of all... the meteor.

(Furious- Asura's Wrath OST)

*BA-THUMP*

"No..."

*BA-THUMP*

"Please... Don't..."

*BA-THUMP*

"Don't cry..."

Yasha and his sister looked at Asura. The man clutched his head and chest.

Yasha looked on in confusion. "A- Asura...?"

"Stop... Stoooooop..."

Both siblings were taking back by the sound of his voice.

"Stooooop...!"

Suddenly, a red aura covered Asura. After that, a giant torrent of energy enveloped him. Yasha ran in front of Durga and Mithra to cover them.

Asura screamed in anger. "STOOOOOOP IIIIIIIIT!"

Light covered both of his arms. When they subsided, his arms were covered in metal armor.

Yasha was now beyond confused at this point. "A-Asura?"

Growling in anger, Asura looked back at Yasha. Yasha's eyes widened when he saw that his brother-in-law's face was illuminated with red marks around his eyes and arms. But what shocked him most were his eyes. Asura's eyes were glowing white, hiding his red irises.

"You stay here. Keep everyone back!" he ordered, before turning away from Yasha.

"B-but what about-" Before he could finish, Asura had already ran down the street, in the opposite direction of everyone else.

"ASURA!"

Asura ran through the hordes of people, his stride unfaltering. He managed to move away from the crowds, and was running uphill on a street.

At this point, Asura began to run faster and faster. Before long, he had become as fast as a fighter jet.

As he reached the top of the street, his right arm lurched backwards. When he reached the top, he swung a downward hook to the concrete ground. The concrete broke apart the moment of impact. With the force of the punch, Asura catapulted upwards to the sky, towards the direction of the meteor.

-New York City-

Durga looked at her brother in fear, unable to hold back her tears. "W- what happened? Where is he? Where's my husband?"

Yasha raised his arms in worry. "Look, Durga, I don't know! He just ran off into the city! I don't know where he went!"

"Hey! What's that?" shouted a man.

The family looked around to see that everyone was looking to the sky. They looked up as well, and saw a very tremendous sight. As the meteor descended, another smaller one was flying towards it.

Mithra, who was wiping the tears out of her eye, looked up in astonishment. "Mommy... What's that?"

At this point, Yasha was at a loss for words. His brother-in-law had just ran back downtown, in what looked like an act of suicide. And now, there was a small meteor heading for the large one.

Narrowing his eyes at the sight, he quickly turned to his sister.

"You stay here, and keep Mithra safe. I'll return shortly."

Before Durga could protest, Yasha had already dashed off towards Downtown New York.

-Skies Above New York-

Asura soared through the air, as red emanated from him like fire. Focusing on the massive rock before him, he threw his arms to the side. Instantly, energy covered his fists. He then roared in anger, as he sent blasts towards the meteor. Left and right, blasts flew on to strike the meteor. The speed of his jabs were so fast, they could be described as the speed of machine gun bullets.

His palms opened up to reveal charged energy blasts.

"GRRRRRAAAAAGH!" he shouted, as he sent them towards the meteor.

-New York City-

Yasha ran down the street. On the way, he had managed to send people away from the area. In some cases, he had to flash his badge to make them cooperate.

He was now on the top of an uphill street, and he immediately took notice of huge crack on the street. Damage of that caliber could only be caused by a wrecking ball, perhaps something bigger.

He shifted his gaze upwards, and looked at the meteor. He could still see the smaller light, but it was sending many smaller lights toward the meteor. He then determined that they were a sort of energy blast.

Yasha had knowledge of certain techniques as these. He recalled that the energy used in these techniques were known as Ki, which could only be accessed by bringing the body's inner energy to the surface. Though, he had never seen it used in such a degree.

"Asura... Is that you...?" he wondered.

-Skies Above New York-

Asura roared in anger, as he was getting closer and closer to the meteor. At the speed he was flying, he had about eight seconds until impact. In mid-air, he did a three-sixty-spin, and cocked his arm backwards. Asura's fist then lunged forward in fury, landing a powerful straight punch on the meteor.

A second after, he sent another straight with his left hand, followed with another one from his right. Another left. Another right.

Immediately, Asura began to pummel the bottom of the meteor, roaring in anger as he did so.

"KUUUUHHHAAAAGH!" he screamed as he felt the bones of his fist crack. Yet, despite the pain, he continued his onslaught.

"HRRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGHH!" He continued his flurry of punches, when he felt a sharp pain in his left hand, causing him to wince.

He quickly glanced at his hand. Asura noticed that some of his fingers were bent in ways that should not have been bent. The man realized that his hand was broken.

However, he was not about to stop. Asura raised his right hand, noticing it was in as bad a condition as his left hand.

Gritting his teeth, Asura painfully closed his fist, and charged it with the red energy that surrounded him.

"KUH!" Asura cocked his arm, before sending a strong straight punch to the meteor.

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!"

His fist sent shockwaves throughout the meteor.

Seconds later, a large torrent of red energy blasted the meteor.

-Space-

From as far as the moon, a red beam of energy jutted out of the Planet Earth. After a few seconds, it dissolved and disappeared.

-New York City-

Yasha was speechless. Not one logical notion that he can conjure up in his head could explain what had just occurred. One moment, a giant meteor was on a collision course towards the city of New York. The next moment, it was obliterated by a beam of red energy. It truly was something to behold.

His thoughts were disrupted when he heard a loud thud. He looked forward, but what he saw was another surprise on this abnormal day.

His brother-in-law stood before him, back to him, and was panting heavily. Asura was enveloped in a red aura, but it slowly died down. The metal on his arms then shone brightly. When the light subsided, the armor was gone.

Yasha walked forward, but hesitated. He then continued slowly and was in front of Asura. The man noticed that Asura's eyes were still glowing white. But he then closed them briefly, and when they reopened, they showed his red irises.

Yasha waited for a few moments, before speaking up. "A... Asura?"

Hearing his name, Asura jumped up, as if startled. When he realized it was Yasha, he composed himself.

"Y... Yasha..."

He nodded. "Yes. It's me... Are you alright?"

Asura clutched his head. "Y-yeah..."

Asura then felt a pain in his hand. He looked at it, but was surprised to see that some of his fingers bent in ways they should not. The man then looked up to the sky, where the meteor was gone.

He may not have been the smartest man in the city, but it did not take much for Asura to line the pieces up.

"W-what... What did I... Just do?"


-to be continued-


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Next Time on Asura's Wrath Reborn:

Episode 3: Back to Normal?

Six and a half years have passed since the crisis of New York. Asura continues to live his life in peace, despite everyday struggles. However, factions begin to mobilize in an attempt to gain the upper hand on one another. Their next destination: New York City.


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