Metshius stared at Lord Raye-don, completely shocked by the huge increase
in ki he sensed coming from the slave god.
'There is no way he can beat me; he's nothing but a lower-class god!'
Without warning, Metshius charged Lord Raye-don just as he had finished powering up. The wicked god managed to lay a fist into the slave god's face but not before the skin on his hand was burned by the electrifying ki swirling around Lord Raye-don.
"Heh heh heh... Sorry." The smart-ass look on Lord Raye-don's face made something snap in Metshius' head and he head-butted the kindly god in the face, breaking his nose upon impact.
Lord Raye-don staggered back, eyes open wide in shock and obvious pain. He touched a finger to his crooked nose and winced.
"Serves you right, slave god!" Metshius sneered at his foe before swinging a clawed hand out to claim Lord Raye-don's head.
The benevolent god pulled a back flip in mid air to avoid the deadly claws and returned with a powerful snap-kick to Metshius' face. Lord Raye- don watched in amazement as the ball of his foot connected with his enemy's jaw, violently snapping his head to the right and burning the skin where his foot had hit. It took Metshius a bit longer than usual to recover as he slowly brought his head back into place, cracking his neck to ease the shock delivered to his system. He wouldn't admit it just yet but Lord Raye- don was a force to reckon with and, right now, things were looking grim for Metshius.
'Every time I touch him, I get burned! This isn't how it's supposed to END!'
Metshius floated in the air, watching his opponent with a fierce look of distrust. 'Let him make the first move... We'll see what he's up too...'
"What's wrong, Metshius? I haven't wounded your fighting spirit, now have I?"
The beast god snarled, "And since when did YOU start fighting, coward? Aren't you the one who doesn't support violence?"
Lord Raye-don lowered his eyes, steeling himself against his own conscience, but Metshius noticed he'd hit a soft spot and pressed on.
"Honestly, you couldn't even bring yourself to challenge me for centuries because you thought fighting was wrong. I wonder... just how many slaves died at my hands because of your stupid conscience?"
Lord Raye-don snarled and clenched his fists but made no move to attack; he had to be completely at one with his mind or he'd lose the fight.
'Just focus..' he told himself. 'Focus; his words mean nothing! He's caused so much more destruction.... this would be justice.'
"If you manage to win this fight, Raye-don, what are you gunna do with yourself afterward? Commit suicide? Bwa ha ha ha!"
Metshius, in his overconfidence, failed to dodge Lord Raye-don's attack and suffered from the barrage of punches that were pummeling his stomach. Blood flew out of his mouth as his stomach threatened to cave in and Lord Raye-don wasn't showing any signs of stopping his assault. In complete panic, Metshius clenched his fists together and smashed the furious god in the head, sending him speeding toward the ground below.
Lord Raye-don cried out as a frozen arm impaled his left side, blood running down over the crystalline form of an ice-encased Janjin-kee warrior. Metshius roared with laughter when he saw the precarious predicament his foe found himself suffering with.
"Oh, it's too bad you aren't mortal, Raye-don, it would have been most amusing to see you die upon the spell you yourself cast!"
The slave god moaned as he extricated himself from the frozen warrior, pain etched into his eternally fine features. He fell to the grass below and curled into a ball, the pain being too much to bear.
'I've never been in such extreme combat before... and I attacked when I wasn't ready... I don't know if I can do this; it hurts so much!'
"Come on, Raye-don! Do I have to go down there and help you up myself?"
The slave god spat blood onto the ground and grabbed a frozen leg for support as he lifted himself off the ground, a hand holding his wounded side shut. Closing his eyes, Lord Raye-don concentrated his ki into the palm of his hand and, when enough energy had been gathered, raised it up toward the sky.
"I'm going to make you eat your words, beast god!" And with that, the slave god unleashed an attack of raw energy so fast that Metshius barely dodged out of the way. Lord Raye-don blinked and in the next instant Metshius was howling in agony, his right leg having been severed off at the thigh by his delayed reaction to Raye-don's blast. Dark blood oozed out of the severed stump and dripped like liquid metal to the grassy ground below.
"You FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Metshius howled his pain to the sky above, clutching what was left of his leg. "What have you done to me?!"
"I think I cut you down to size, heh!"
The beast god snarled in fury, "You think this is FUNNY?!?!?!? Your sorry ass is MINE!" Adrenaline pumped into the evil god's veins, lessening the pain in his nonexistent leg, as he sped toward Lord Raye-don. Reaching a taloned hand forward, he made a desperate swipe toward Raye-don's face; he kept himself levitated a couple of inches off the ground to allow himself to maneuver easily without putting weight on his one remaining leg.
Lord Raye-don dodged the attack and leapt into a fierce uppercut, sending Metshius a few feet into the air. The wicked god harnessed his ki just in time to stop his flight in midair before he nose-dove back down to the earth below; at the last minute, Metshius pulled out of the drop and released an unwarned ki blast into Lord Raye-don's face. The blast slammed the slave god through several frozen Janjin-kee before it exploded, leaving the poor god charred and smoldering in a heap of pain. Blood trailed down several cuts on his arms, legs, and face; his back protested against every movement he made so he just rested against a frozen warrior, trying to clear his clouded head.
"Nice one, Raye-don! You just destroyed seven Janjin-kee men! Poor thing, that must make you feel like a real fuck, huh?"
Lord Raye-don gawked at the gaping trench he had created in the Janjin-kee army's ranks. Frozen arms, legs, and other various limbs lay shattered like glass on the grassy green ground below.
'Oh no..... What have I done?!'
"Geeze, they didn't really deserve that, you know."
Lord Raye-don swallowed the lump in his throat, "YOU threw the blast!"
"Yeah, but it was YOUR ass that shattered them into a million pieces! I hope you don't unfreeze them anytime soon.... What a mess!"
Lord Raye-don stared at his hands, his mind's eye imagining the blood he'd shed dripping off his fingertips. The slave god closed his eyes and let a single tear slide out from under his fair lashes and run down his cheek. The tiny drop rounded into a perfect sphere before in broke free of the skin contact and landed in Lord Raye-don's palm. A sky blue colored energy began to swirl like smoke in the center of his hand, forming a tiny tornado. The benevolent god stared in wonder as the tornado began to suck dust and small debris into it's void. Raye-don looked up at the shattered warriors again and felt his anger flare up.... and the tornado increased in size.
'There is no way he can beat me; he's nothing but a lower-class god!'
Without warning, Metshius charged Lord Raye-don just as he had finished powering up. The wicked god managed to lay a fist into the slave god's face but not before the skin on his hand was burned by the electrifying ki swirling around Lord Raye-don.
"Heh heh heh... Sorry." The smart-ass look on Lord Raye-don's face made something snap in Metshius' head and he head-butted the kindly god in the face, breaking his nose upon impact.
Lord Raye-don staggered back, eyes open wide in shock and obvious pain. He touched a finger to his crooked nose and winced.
"Serves you right, slave god!" Metshius sneered at his foe before swinging a clawed hand out to claim Lord Raye-don's head.
The benevolent god pulled a back flip in mid air to avoid the deadly claws and returned with a powerful snap-kick to Metshius' face. Lord Raye- don watched in amazement as the ball of his foot connected with his enemy's jaw, violently snapping his head to the right and burning the skin where his foot had hit. It took Metshius a bit longer than usual to recover as he slowly brought his head back into place, cracking his neck to ease the shock delivered to his system. He wouldn't admit it just yet but Lord Raye- don was a force to reckon with and, right now, things were looking grim for Metshius.
'Every time I touch him, I get burned! This isn't how it's supposed to END!'
Metshius floated in the air, watching his opponent with a fierce look of distrust. 'Let him make the first move... We'll see what he's up too...'
"What's wrong, Metshius? I haven't wounded your fighting spirit, now have I?"
The beast god snarled, "And since when did YOU start fighting, coward? Aren't you the one who doesn't support violence?"
Lord Raye-don lowered his eyes, steeling himself against his own conscience, but Metshius noticed he'd hit a soft spot and pressed on.
"Honestly, you couldn't even bring yourself to challenge me for centuries because you thought fighting was wrong. I wonder... just how many slaves died at my hands because of your stupid conscience?"
Lord Raye-don snarled and clenched his fists but made no move to attack; he had to be completely at one with his mind or he'd lose the fight.
'Just focus..' he told himself. 'Focus; his words mean nothing! He's caused so much more destruction.... this would be justice.'
"If you manage to win this fight, Raye-don, what are you gunna do with yourself afterward? Commit suicide? Bwa ha ha ha!"
Metshius, in his overconfidence, failed to dodge Lord Raye-don's attack and suffered from the barrage of punches that were pummeling his stomach. Blood flew out of his mouth as his stomach threatened to cave in and Lord Raye-don wasn't showing any signs of stopping his assault. In complete panic, Metshius clenched his fists together and smashed the furious god in the head, sending him speeding toward the ground below.
Lord Raye-don cried out as a frozen arm impaled his left side, blood running down over the crystalline form of an ice-encased Janjin-kee warrior. Metshius roared with laughter when he saw the precarious predicament his foe found himself suffering with.
"Oh, it's too bad you aren't mortal, Raye-don, it would have been most amusing to see you die upon the spell you yourself cast!"
The slave god moaned as he extricated himself from the frozen warrior, pain etched into his eternally fine features. He fell to the grass below and curled into a ball, the pain being too much to bear.
'I've never been in such extreme combat before... and I attacked when I wasn't ready... I don't know if I can do this; it hurts so much!'
"Come on, Raye-don! Do I have to go down there and help you up myself?"
The slave god spat blood onto the ground and grabbed a frozen leg for support as he lifted himself off the ground, a hand holding his wounded side shut. Closing his eyes, Lord Raye-don concentrated his ki into the palm of his hand and, when enough energy had been gathered, raised it up toward the sky.
"I'm going to make you eat your words, beast god!" And with that, the slave god unleashed an attack of raw energy so fast that Metshius barely dodged out of the way. Lord Raye-don blinked and in the next instant Metshius was howling in agony, his right leg having been severed off at the thigh by his delayed reaction to Raye-don's blast. Dark blood oozed out of the severed stump and dripped like liquid metal to the grassy ground below.
"You FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Metshius howled his pain to the sky above, clutching what was left of his leg. "What have you done to me?!"
"I think I cut you down to size, heh!"
The beast god snarled in fury, "You think this is FUNNY?!?!?!? Your sorry ass is MINE!" Adrenaline pumped into the evil god's veins, lessening the pain in his nonexistent leg, as he sped toward Lord Raye-don. Reaching a taloned hand forward, he made a desperate swipe toward Raye-don's face; he kept himself levitated a couple of inches off the ground to allow himself to maneuver easily without putting weight on his one remaining leg.
Lord Raye-don dodged the attack and leapt into a fierce uppercut, sending Metshius a few feet into the air. The wicked god harnessed his ki just in time to stop his flight in midair before he nose-dove back down to the earth below; at the last minute, Metshius pulled out of the drop and released an unwarned ki blast into Lord Raye-don's face. The blast slammed the slave god through several frozen Janjin-kee before it exploded, leaving the poor god charred and smoldering in a heap of pain. Blood trailed down several cuts on his arms, legs, and face; his back protested against every movement he made so he just rested against a frozen warrior, trying to clear his clouded head.
"Nice one, Raye-don! You just destroyed seven Janjin-kee men! Poor thing, that must make you feel like a real fuck, huh?"
Lord Raye-don gawked at the gaping trench he had created in the Janjin-kee army's ranks. Frozen arms, legs, and other various limbs lay shattered like glass on the grassy green ground below.
'Oh no..... What have I done?!'
"Geeze, they didn't really deserve that, you know."
Lord Raye-don swallowed the lump in his throat, "YOU threw the blast!"
"Yeah, but it was YOUR ass that shattered them into a million pieces! I hope you don't unfreeze them anytime soon.... What a mess!"
Lord Raye-don stared at his hands, his mind's eye imagining the blood he'd shed dripping off his fingertips. The slave god closed his eyes and let a single tear slide out from under his fair lashes and run down his cheek. The tiny drop rounded into a perfect sphere before in broke free of the skin contact and landed in Lord Raye-don's palm. A sky blue colored energy began to swirl like smoke in the center of his hand, forming a tiny tornado. The benevolent god stared in wonder as the tornado began to suck dust and small debris into it's void. Raye-don looked up at the shattered warriors again and felt his anger flare up.... and the tornado increased in size.