Omega sat in a chair on Vinesta wondering what he wanted to do now that he acquired the Light and Dark Sword. He already bought other weapons to use when he didn't need the power of the two swords. He replaced his pit sword with a light blade made from Aeon metal. It was on the upper side of the price range since Aeon metal wasn't found in the universe. It could only be created by Chaos so there was limited supply and Chaos would only hand out so much. Doing the assassin work for 50 years definitely was a smart idea with how much money the evil emperors had on them. Sometimes the more greedy ones would just sit at their desk all day counting money.
He also went to the mage planet, Mistoic, for them to enchant some of his items. He restored his celestial bronze/imperial gold sword back to its former glory and enchanted it to never wear down. It could still be broken with enough force but it would be a lot harder to break. He also enchanted his knives with the same enchantments and added a teleportation ability to it. It was a movement teleportation where when the knives weren't on Omega or being held by him, they would teleport back to him when they stopped moving. For example, Omega could throw the knife at his enemy and when it hit the enemy stopping its momentum, it would teleport back to its holster. The enchantments were also on the pricy side but Omega was still able to pay for everything, even though he was low on funds because of it.
An idea popped into his mind and he went to retrieve his very large map from his bag. He took it out and unfolded it, spreading it across the table. He decided that he would pick a random planet and spend a year there learning about the different races and cultures of the people, finding any cool or mysterious artifacts, training in the different terrains, maybe try out some odd jobs, and just doing whatever he wanted to do on a new planet. He looked at the different planets represented on the map and just couldn't choose one. Most of them looked extremely cool so he decided he would play a little game. He picked up the map and spread it against his wall keeping it up with ice weights.
He created an ice dart and used a piece of cloth as a blindfold. He also decided to spin around so he really didn't know where the dart would land. He spun around 75 times until he got dizzy and threw the dark before he tipped over and fell. He took a moment to recover and removed the blindfold to see the dart landed in the middle of bottom right quadrant of his map. He looked up the planet in the catalog and it was call Thiefer (Thigh-fur). Omega hoped it didn't get its name because there were many thieves on the planet but was disappointed when it said that the planet was basically a villain's paradise. It was so filled with thieves, bandits, murderers, etc. that it didn't have any type of police force. It was a 'come at your own risk' planet.
Omega sighed already knowing it was going to be a long year. Maybe he could join a thieves guild or something and learn some cool techniques on how to sneak around and do whatever to people. He used that excuse to help keep his determination before starting to mist travel east over to Thiefer. It took him about a two months to finally reach the planet which left ten months to explore and find something to do.
He went from pub to pub looking for some type of work or any guild he could possible join. However, there really wasn't any form of order. There was constant fighting between the different groups of bandits and thieves so there weren't any designated areas that one clan claimed. No matter where he went, there was at least a group fight every week which left many bodies littering the forest floor. Omega was surprised that every group just left the bodies lying on the ground to rot without even looting them. However, after they were gone and Omega checked it out, there was almost nothing on them anyway.
Omega tried joining a group but it wasn't beneficial to him at all. All they would do was pick a fight with another group and go attack them. They didn't use any techniques to gain an advantage over their opponents so Omega just left them, finding no use to be a group member since he didn't like just taking lives like picking candy. Many times he was attacked for being a lone man but every group that tried to take him down ended up lying on the floor dead. After the battles, Omega would move to a different area on the planet looking for some clan that actually had some sense and could possibly teach him something.
However, for three months he moved around the planet and couldn't find even one group to at least semi-satisfy his requirements. They all were just bloodthirsty maniacs who banded together to have 'fun.' Omega really couldn't understand people like them. Even if they grew up on the streets, how did they become bloodthirsty enough to just want to kill somebody every day? How far does your mental health have to go down to become someone like that? Omega didn't know and he really didn't want to stick around long enough to find out.
Omega was sitting in a pub in the corner so he could watch all the other occupants to make sure they weren't up to any funny business regarding him. He made sure all his possessions were on him and tightly strapped so he didn't have to worry about someone pickpocketing him. However, he knew the people wouldn't mind stabbing him in the back. He was drinking some weird alcoholic beverage that tasted like sewer water to him and would have gladly have taken anything else but they didn't offer water and he didn't want it to be known that he could just take water out of the air. Every sip he took he grimaced at but sucked it up and drank it anyway so the people around him wouldn't think he had another type of drink that would be worth stealing. It wasn't like they could do anything but they would definitely be annoying.
He saw a lot of the rough looking people give him a couple looks probably debating if they could take him. However, most just look at his mask and cloaked figure mixed with his relaxed posture with dual wield swords strapped on his back and decided against it. However, there were some people who were just really stupid and when they got drunk, all rhyme and reason flew out the window.
Omega listened to many of the conversations around him and he was really annoyed with the one at the bar counter. A man was boasting to his associates, Omega highly doubted they were friends, about being the best swordsmen for miles and he could beat anyone who challenged him. He described some battles that were clearly made up and Omega grimaced when he got a little too detailed at how he gutted a man and fed him to some type of animal Omega had never heard of. Omega didn't really care to prove him wrong even though he annoyed him but apparently one of his acquaintances wanted to see a fight.
"I bet that guy in the corner could beat you," the smirking man said pointing at Omega, knowing the guy would take the bait. The man sobered up enough to at least assess Omega and laughed when he saw Omega. Omega knew the guy was thinking about either his size being small compared to him or how he tried to look tough and mysterious but actually wasn't. However, neither of that stopped him from getting up and walking over to Omega's table gathering everyone's attention. Everyone was curious to see if the cloaked figure was any good at fighting. The man slammed his hand on the table to most likely startle Omega who was pretending to not pay attention because he really didn't want to fight him.
Omega just took another sip of his drink before recognizing the man's presence with a simple, "Yes?" Omega watched as surprise hit everyone in the room at his young voice. He really wondered why everyone thought he was always older since his size definitely didn't scream older age. Omega watched as the man started to openly laugh again before looking back to his companion and saying, "I'm not going to challenge a kid. I would wipe the floor with him!" Omega just chuckled thinking how someone would just assume someone whose voice was young meant he was young. Additionally, even if Omega was young, he could still have held his own in battle.
Omega watched as a little whiplash hit the man when he spun his head around to glare at Omega. "What are you laughing at boy?! Do you not believe that I, Darek Jacknun, am not the best fighter in the area?!" Omega openly laughed at that statement. He shouldn't be too surprised that someone claiming to be the best fighter wouldn't have high intelligence but using a double negative was just never done ... unless you're Darek, apparently.
Darek was fuming now and screamed, "What are you laughing at now?!" After Omega sobered up probably taking a little longer than usual to annoy the furious man, he said in a calm tone, "I highly disagree with your statement. First of all, I am in the area so your argument is already invalid. Second of all, I bet some of these men in the room could pose a challenge to you and even demolish a cocky guy who proclaims to the world that they are the best. The reason for my little outburst was your poor grammatical skill. You used what is called a double negative which means you used two negative statements to produce your argument." Omega shook his head. "You really should take a break from the fighting and maybe get yourself an education." Omega tried giving some helpful advice but smirked when he saw Darek even redder than before. Omega didn't think Darek would appreciate his advice but he had to put it out there.
Omega knew he would have to fight him from the very beginning so he decided he might as well wind him up and have some fun. He also wanted to entertain the crowd a little to see if anyone would give their support to him. Omega doubted it since he wasn't from around the area but he'd try anyway. His thoughts were interrupted when Darek pulled out his swords. Omega wondered for a quick second if he was low enough to just attack him head on without any preparation but smiled under his mask approvingly when he yelled, "OUTSIDE! NOW! And we will finish this like men!"
With that, he stormed outside leaving the pub in silence. Omega thought 'where have I heard that before' and laughed to himself remembering the outcome of the last match. Omega sighed and decided he might as well get out there before Darek burst a gasket. He got up and looked out at the crowd. "I guess I have to fight him. Are there any rules with these kind of fights?" He looked around at the silent crowd and took that as a no.
He walked over to the door and was just about to open it when he heard someone yell on the other side, "Come out and fight, coward." Omega chuckled and addressed the crowd, "You guys are welcome to watch if you want. I won't kill him as long as no one interferes." He added that last part looking at the guy's companions and walked out the door. Omega walked diagonally to the right to be across from Darek and waited for the crowd to emerge.
Darek smiled when he saw the audience come out to watch him slaughter this kid. He originally was just going to show his friends that he was the best by simply beating the kid up. Now, he wasn't going to hold back after those taunts. That kid had pissed him off and now he was going to kill the bastard. And he was glad a crowd came to witness him having no mercy on this kid so they wouldn't even think about challenging him.
After everyone made it out of the bar, the 'sword master' said, "Draw your swords and let's get this over with. I have nice drink I wish to drink after I wipe the floor with you!" Omega once again chuckled at Darek and Omega could tell how pissed he was. Omega reached into his cloak to pull out his swords which surprised Darek and Omega guessed he thought he would use the swords on his back.
Omega just stood there not even in the slightest worried by the fight. He could tell Darek was an amateur by his stance and the way he held his swords in a tight grip like he was trying to strangle someone. His feet were spread way too far apart and wouldn't allow him to dodge attacks quickly and efficiently. His swords were slightly angled which most likely meant it was a new sword that he hadn't grown accustomed to yet. All in all, Omega didn't even have to take out his swords ... so he put them back.
Omega, very bored now, said, "Whenever you're ready." The crowd slightly chuckled a little at Omega since he wasn't even taking the life or death match seriously. Darek, now quite frustrated again, charged at Omega with an upwards slash already primed to end Omega. Of course, Omega didn't feel like dying so he simply sidestepped which caught Darek off guard making him stumble past Omega. The crowd was silent for a second before snickering and laughing.
Omega stood there with his hands clasped behind his back patiently waiting for Darek's next attack. He was keeping his amusement reined in for some unknown reason and it quite confused him. It felt like he should take this a little more seriously but he couldn't even fathom why. Omega could tell Darek lost all forms of decorum when he glared at Omega and started swinging wildly at him. Each attack could be seen from a mile away and Omega dodged them effortlessly. Omega allowed the pointless fighting to go on for two minutes to see if Darek would be smart enough to change his tactics. Alas, he was not.
Once Omega grew tired of dodging, he shot his hand up and knocked Darek's sword out of his left arm. Omega deftly caught the sword in his right hand and got into a ready stance, once again waiting for Darek's move. Omega didn't think Darek would recognize that he was no match for Omega but he still gave him the opportunity to just leave and live another day. Omega watched as the shock flooded Darek's face and the crowd went silent in surprise out how quickly the tides turned. Omega could tell that the crowd started to change their opinion on who might win and made sure to keep an eye on them.
Darek just snarled at Omega and once again charged sword a blazing. Every swing Omega pushed to the side and didn't even move his feet. After another minute of fighting, Omega decided to end it so he used the disarming technique he learned all those years ago by an extremely skilled swordsman. He watched as the sword clattered on the ground and only gave Darek enough time to show his surprise before knocking him off his feet, landing with a solid thud. Omega pretended to slam his sword into Darek's neck but buried Darek's sword only centimeters from his neck.
The crowd grew silent. Omega turned around to his audience and said a little jokingly, "What? No cheers?" Omega thought at least someone would give him congratulations for taking someone like Darek down a peg but all he got was people taking out their knives and swords. Omega guessed the people supported Darek even though they didn't look very supportive before Darek challenged him.
Omega eyes grew slightly colder and he put his arms to the side in a little disbelief and said, "What? You want to fight me too?" Omega was about to add something about how they think they could possible win against him before sharp pain erupted in his left arm cutting his statement short. He instantly went to grab his arm but was shocked to only find a stump about four inches from his elbow. All Omega could think about other than the pain was how stupid he was to turn his back on an opponent thinking he fought honorably like Rufeir when he already knew Darek wasn't that kind of guy. People like Darek fought dirty which Omega was more than happy to pay him back.
The crowd put their knives away snickering when they saw Darek slice off Omega's arm thinking the fight was over. However, Omega wasn't finished yet. He wasn't going to kill Darek before but now he was going to make sure he died a painful death. He focused and willed the water in his blood around the stump to freeze over his wounds to stop it from bleeding, leaving a thin layer of blood red ice. Omega barely noticed how the crowd went silent at Omega's display of power as he took out the Dark Sword with his right hand.
He turned around to see a horrified expression on Darek and Omega guessed there used to be a smirk thinking he won. However, now that the Dark Sword's aura was seeping into the air and affecting everyone in the vicinity, no one felt safe anymore. Omega smirked to himself and revealed in their fear with the dark sword whispering different torture methods that he could inflict. However, once he heard a gruesome torture method involving entrails and who knows what, he snapped out of the Dark Sword's influence ... but that didn't mean he wasn't going to give Darek a painful death.
Omega willed the water in Darek's body to make him stand and made it as painful as possible by squeezing his insides and also freezing small bits of water to rub up against his organs tearing them apart. Darek screamed as he was lifted up and Omega quickly sucked all the moisture from Darek's mouth and throat to prevent any noise except for strangled sounds. The crowd watched in horror at what Omega was doing and they couldn't even see anything happening on the outside of Darek's body.
Omega stepped forward and whispered into Darek's ear, "This is my first time using this sword. I wonder what happens when it cuts your skin." He leaned back and lifted his sword. Omega wondered if it was anything like Kronos' sword, Backbiter, and slowly tears someone's soul. 'Well there is only one way to find out,' Omega thought.
Omega slowly sliced the skin on Darek's left arm where Darek cut his arm off and watched in fascination as black, jagged lines spread from the wound. It looked like poison that could only travel in straight lines traveling up and down Darek's arm until it reached its limit around 10 inches. The whole time it spread must have been extremely painful judging by Darek's muffled screams but he paid them no heed. Omega made another slice a few inches away from the first to see if the lines would connect or anything. He watched as more lines sprouted out of the incision and connected with the other lines doubling the previous 10 inches. He also saw that now his left arm was turning grey like it was dying and Omega guessed that it sucked the life out of his arm.
Omega came back to his senses because of a whimpering Darek and frowned at how weak Darek was. He could at least try not to show weakness even though he knew death was coming. Omega sighed and decided he should end it since he wasn't a sadist. Darek definitely deserved more for his dishonorable battle style but Omega had enough.
As quick as lighting, Omega sliced Darek's neck severing his head from his body. The crowd didn't even comprehend the movement until Darek's head fell from his shoulders. They now fearfully stared at Omega waiting to see if they were next. Omega released Darek's body from his control and watched it crumple to the ground in a dead heap. Omega turned around to face the fearful crowd who didn't even make a sound.
Omega said in a deadly calm voice, "Leave now or fight me." Omega watched how everyone instantly took off down the road running as fast as they could to get away from Omega. Omega looked down at the ground where his arm laid and the pain came back as his adrenaline declined. Omega clutched his iced up stump and unfroze the bloody ice. Blood instantly started gushing out and Omega knew what he had to do even though he wasn't looking forward to it.
Omega lit his right hand on fire, placed it over his stump and willed himself to get burnt. The next five seconds left Omega in excruciating pain until he extinguished his flame and examined his now not bleeding stump. He froze some ice over it to cool it down even though it hurt to put an extremely cold substance on his extremely hot arm. He got up from his knees a couple of minutes later and thought about what he should do.
He couldn't believe how stupid he was. The whole fight Omega knew not to underestimate Darek but he did anyway. He turned his back on him and, really, Omega deserved what he got. It was his own fault for turning his back on his attacker who Omega knew would take any chance he got to injure Omega. He glared at Darek's body and lit the man's body on fire to not leave any evidence of his sword's work, leaving only his clothes and weapons behind. He wanted to make sure that the people saw what remained of Darek and know not to mess with Omega ever again.
He turned back around to look at his forearm laying on the ground. It was really disturbing when he thought about it so he decided to just look away. He thought about if there was any way to fix his problem. He didn't think there was any way to reattach his arm so he ruled that option out. He wondered if some planet had prosthetics or something but ruled that option out too because prosthetics didn't provide quick enough movement to keep up with his fighting style.
He looked back at his hand and idea sprouted in his mind that he hoped would work. He pulled water out of the air and coated it around his arm on the ground. He made sure to focus on every curve and indentation to create a mental picture of his arm in his mind. Then, he duplicated it and created an exact replica of his arm now made of ice. He willed the ice onto his left arm to see how it would fit and closer examined it. It was basically a solid block of ice that would probably get annoying to concentrate on for such a long period of time. It reminded him of his ice coating on his house on Zaref but Omega would have to focus a lot harder on his ice hand.
At first, he couldn't move his ice fingers but after a couple of minutes, he was able to synchronize his finger movements to make a fist then stretch them back out. Another thing he didn't like about the block of ice was that it would be a great hindrance in battle because of its weight. To make it lighter, he hollowed it out to where there was only an inch layer which drastically decreased the weight. He swung his arm around and decreased the layer to half an inch before he approved.
He smiled down at his hand and knew that with practice he could make having an ice hand work. All it would take would be practice and repetition until his movements were done on a subconscious level. He rubbed his hand against his ice hand and shivered at how cold it was. Another idea sprang up in his head. He concentrated on the hollow area in his hand and ignited a fire inside. Omega watched as the fire swirled around inside his hand and was amazed at the beauty of it.
The ice layer enhanced the vibrant orange flames instead of distorting them, giving the fire a shimmering quality. He stared at his hand for a little bit lost in thought and rubbed his hand against it. His hand was still a little colder than his real hand so he increased the flames' heats inside. He felt it again and was pleased to not be able to tell the difference between hands, at least, temperature wise. He wasn't able to replicate the skin texture so he would have to wrap up both his arms. He needed to wrap his ice arm so people couldn't tell it was an ice arm, and he needed to wrap his other arm as to not draw attention to his other arm.
He greatly appreciated the four years of constant practice in the lava terrain so he could keep the fire going while also not melting the ice. He walked over to the remains of Darek's body and picked up his black undershirt. After willing the sweat off and cleaning the shirt in a floating water bubble and drying it by heating the area around the shirt, he cut two long strips from the shirt and wrapped it around his arms. He looked over his work and smiled at how excellent of a job he did. Nobody could tell the difference between his hand by touch or sight. Unless, of course, they decided to bang against it where his ice arm wouldn't give away while his real arm would.
After coming back to himself, he looked around at the desolate area with an empty pub and he really didn't want to stay on the forsaken planet any longer so he mist traveled back to his house. He was surprised to still feel the fire in his arm and guessed he subconsciously 'flame traveled' the flames.
He spent the rest of the year he would have stayed on the planet practicing with his new arm. When the year came to an end, he was thrilled that he couldn't even tell the difference between his hands anymore. He didn't have to concentrate any harder to move his ice hand than his regular hand. And if he really thought about it, it would actually prove pretty advantageous in a battle if he could will his arm into a sword or shield if he ever needed it. Or shoot out his hand to punch someone from far away if for some reason he couldn't use his knives. There were a lot of advantages to having an ice arm but he definitely didn't want to do the same with his other arm. He preferred to have living limbs than ice ones.
Omega was outside practicing with his sword in his left hand and was cutting down trees. Having an ice arm allowed him to swing much harder and faster since he could push the ice forwards while also using his arm to push the ice. "I could get used to this." Omega said out loud swinging his sword and slicing a tree in half. He smiled to himself and kept chopping down trees because ... well ... he needed some firewood.
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