Disclaimed.
He was fired up. All he could think was how he had to make it through the entire ordeal. It was something he had to do. He made an adult float in the air before slamming him onto a tree. The man, dead from the impact, slid to the ground, marking the blood and snow with his blood.
Mochu huffed as he looked at the other fighters.
"You're strong, man. Like a bull. Show them what you've got," his head would say. Repeating it like a mantra, it gave him the confidence to move forward. The adrenaline that clouded his mind gave him the guts to move according to his instincts, to kill.
He would not show his weaknesses. He would never back down. He would fight.
Staggering due to exhaustion, he took his fighting stance. With his fists in his front, he was ready to charge. Like a bull, he would say. Releasing a shaky breath, he ran.
Mochu punched a guy in the face before kicking him in the stomach. The man gasped as the air in him was knocked out of his lungs. Mochu was satisfied knowing all those fights in class did come in handy. The man, still crouching from the blow, received a kick in the head that send it plummeting to a near rock. Two of those collided, one broke. Mochu winced at such gore but he ignored it. He had yet to settle in a life that was full of dead bodies and blood in every corner.
Well, two down, one to go.
It happened so fast. He was sending one to the deepest depth of hell, when he was sent flying to a tree. It was not strong enough to send him dead, but he was injured nonetheless. His back hit the tree with a loud thump and he groaned. He dropped to the ground and he grimaced. His back was aching and he could barely arch or stretch his torso. A few seconds after the attack then did the pain fully registered in his brain. The pain was so overwhelming and his arms shivered as the tears gathered at the corner of his eyes.
No, he could not cry. He had to survive this. He was strong!
"You're not the only one with the alice, little boy," the woman smirked. To demonstrate, she then uprooted a tree and sent it flying towards his direction.
Mochu staggered to stand up, which he did eventually. His heart was pumping in such a fast pace; one would think he ran a marathon. It gave him so much energy as he heard the calming sound of his pulse out of the crazy sounds and noises of war. He positioned his hands in front of him as he waited for the correct moment. Bracing himself, Mochu moved his arms to his respective sides with a swift motion. It did nothing and the woman smirked even more. Did this boy actually think he could do something to the tree, in that condition?
Her widened eyes watched as the tree trunk divided itself into two, just before it clashed onto the boy's body. It made a sickening crack before falling to the ground. The other trees that made in contact with the trunks changed in shape. They bent in different sorts of contortions and directions. But such showcase of an aggressive alice win such a condition was impossible! She moved her eyes from the trunks to the boy. The teen could barely stand up straight and his legs were shaking. The skin surrounding his left eyes was in a dark hue, as if blue powder blended with his skin. There was a cut at his temple and dried blood pooled in it. The boy seemed to notice her shock, grinned.
"There's one thing that differs my alice from yours. Your alice is weak just like the owner, an old hag." At first all she could do was shake, feeling hurt and angry at the insult. She was not old and her alice was definitely not weak! It was then did she register whom that insult came from and she grinned. It came from a poor little boy, so weak yet was trying to threaten her to save his life. Really, who did the boy think she was? No matter, she would just have to kill him.
"Really, that delusional confidence of yours is going to cost your precious little life," she laughed. Raising both of her arms, rocks of different sizes started to float in the air.
It was going to be a battle of Alice.
"Bring it on, grandma." Mochu, not bothered by the amount of rocks she levitated, grinned. Frowning, the woman flicked her fingers and rocks were hurled and pushed by a force, to his direction.
There was one thing about his type of alice. It was great for offence but not for defence. The woman should know that she should at the very least protect herself when using the alice. Mochu ignored the small rocks that managed to hit, bruised or scratched him. He lifted his hand and balled his hand into a fist. He moved his arm higher and higher. The woman from before shrieked and since she expected nothing to happen to her, her alice lost the effect. The rocks were dropped to the ground and she was instead raised to the air.
"Put me down! You hear me? Put me down, I say!" Mochu snickered. The woman was really stupid, in his opinion. Why, she did not even know how to use her alice properly. Since she could not defend, she should instead use offence. Just like what he did to her, she should have distracted him, making him lose his train of thoughts. Therefore, his alice would stop short and she would no longer be floating in the air. A user of such an alice should always have the element of surprise by his or her side. Instead, the hag was trashing and struggling in the air.
Pity, but nonetheless, it was good for him.
"My pleasure," he drawled. He flicked his fingers to one direction. The woman screamed as she was pulled to the previous tree, the very same tree the boy ripped into two. Her scream cut short as the sharp tips of the trunk pierced her torso like satay meat on a splint. Blood slowly emerged from her open wound, like a small waterfall, adding the smell of metallic iron in the air. The woman coughed out the same bright liquid as she looked at the boy.
No, it was impossible. She was not going to die because of some arrogant teenage boy.
She watched as the boy stood in front of her, staring her at the eyes. Her last memory was of the boy tapping her cheek lazily with his backhand.
"Who's the delusional one now, old hag?"
Shaking his head, he walked away. Mochu grinned.
He was a bull. He was strong and he fought them all. He was in war and there were many others out there were still waiting to fight him. No sweat.
Like he would always say: Bring it on.
A/N: My first Mochu story, even though it is only a chapter. :))
