Chapter 1: A Dance with Death Itself
"Son of a…" Tiberius muttered under his breath, taking cover behind a stone pillar.
Raum, this hulking crimson behemoth, unleashing a storm of lead from his massive Gatling gun, was indeed a force to be reckoned with. Years of experience on the battlefield told Tiberius: if he were to face this merciless barrage of bullets head-on, he would be reduced to a pile of minced meat faster than a wildcat can climb a tree. What Tiberius needed to turn the situation in his favor was not an armory of weapons. It was not gargantuan musculature, or the strength to level a mountain. No, what he required was something else altogether. Tiberius put his paws together and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes as he became awash in a surge of golden light.
Then, with a sudden burst of agility, Tiberius rushed out of his hiding, sled down the stone banister of the temple stairway, and vaulted upwards, flying over Raum.
"You will suffer for this!" Raum growled as Tiberius landed behind him.
Raum, his Gatling gun now empty, threw the gigantic hunk of metal aside in anger. Unbridled fury was evident from the sheer amount of heat that blasted from his titanic figure. Every wisp of smoke that billowed from his jaw seemed to signal that this beast of a man was ready for destruction, and destruction only.
"You are ridiculous!" Tiberius declared, triumphant and jaunty as always. "I like you." He said with a wink.
Tiberius's lack of fear only seemed to provoke Raum even further. With a thunderous roar that shook the earth beneath him, he came charging at Tiberius, like an unstoppable locomotive of seething brawn. This was no man, but a ruthless force of nature. Tiberius strengthened his grip around his bladed chakram. Raum was perhaps the most formidable opponent he has come across yet. But even a juggernaut like him had his weaknesses. He only had one chance; his instincts could tell. After channeling his Tigron energy, Tiberius sent launched his Chakrams towards Raum, its three-pronged blades piercing through the air.
One of the whistled flew by Raum, missing him by mere inches. But the second chakram landed a clear hit on the side of Raum's face, leaving a deep, bloody gash. A savage cut; it would undoubtedly leave a mark. But a mere flesh wound was not enough to stop Raum's calamitous onset. Mere moments later, Raum's colossal figure collided with Tiberius with a deafening crash. Raum wrapped his giant hand around Tiberius's throat and slammed him to the ground.
"Hrrngh!" Tiberius cried out in pain, as debris cascaded around him.
Blood dripped down from Raum's face onto Tiberius's. Tiberius was completely pinned. Raum's grasp was impossibly powerful; there was no chance of escape. Perhaps this was the end of the line for the Tigron. Even staring at the face of doom itself, Tiberius remained as tranquil as ever. He closed his eyes.
This is a short chapter; the next chapter will likely be much longer. If you aren't aware who Raum and Tiberius are, do a quick google search. They're characters from the video game Paladins and I decided they make a pretty decent ship. I'm writing this mostly as a joke but I don't want it to be garbage either. Let me know what you think.