FYI, the FULL title of this chapter is "The Majestic Third-Years - Part 1". The only reason it's abbreviated is because of FanFiction's technical restrictions.
Volume 4
Satellite's eyes widened when he saw Arnold's Scythe Machina weapon appear in his hands.
"My god~de arimasu!" thought Ra's. "What a ginormous scythe~de arimasu!"
"Relax! I was just summoning my weapon!" teased Arnold. "It's the WEAPON itself you should worry about! And THIS!" Arnold struck at Satellite horizontally...but missed him.
"What the...you just MISSED my chest, dumbass!" yelled the Untouchable King.
"I wasn't AIMING for your chest!" claimed Arnold.
*SLASH*
"GAH!"
Blood began spewing out from a ginormous cut in Satellite's back; Satellite fell onto his hands and knees in shock. "What the fuck?! How did he hit my back...when he obviously sliced at me from the front?"
Witnessing this, Ra's widened his—
"Hey, loser!"
Ra's suddenly found himself face-to-face with Creed.
"Get your head in the game, or you've already lost," Creed said.
"You think I'd lose to the likes of you~de arimasuka?" said the overconfident Tibetan Pandora boy.
"VOLT WEAPON: INFINITY FANG! DEPLOY!" A pair of steel gloves, similar to Ra's', appeared on Creed's fists. Creed then threw his right fist at Ra's' head; Ra's arched his head back, barely avoiding the hit. Ra's dodged two more punches, but the next two managed to strike his face.
*SWIPE*
Ra's quickly ducked at the next attack and shouted, "GOTCHA!"
*BAM*
Ra's threw his palm forward, but it collided with Creed's more powerful punch, shocking the Tibetan Pandora boy. "That was futile," taunted Creed coldly. "Techniques that require a preparatory move allow your opponent to counter it.
*BAM*
"GAH!" Ra's was pushed back, then Ra's was punched in the face, spilling blood on the ground.
"TEMPEST TURN!"
*BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM* *BAM*
Ra's was suddenly hit by Creed and his clones from many directions, stripping the Tibetan boy down to his briefs and revealing his modest abs. "How did he attack me? From three directions?" He then collapsed onto the ground.
"And now it's over," said Creed, the victorious Pandora.
Satellite and Arnold grinded their respective sword and scythe against each other.
"Heh, you're pretty hardcore, punk," mocked Arnold.
Suddenly, Satellite gave him a backflip kick. "ACCEL TURN!" Satellite teleported right behind Arnold to strike him down.
*CLANG*
But Arnold quickly blocked with ease. "An Accel Turn?" Arnold pushed the Pandora punk back and slashed at his chest again, ironically missing—
*SPLAT*
"GAH!" Another slash came from Satellite's back...
*SLASH*
*SPLAT*
...and another came from his right elbow pit, sending the punk onto the ground. "How the hell is he DOING all this?"
"If you're wondering how I've been attacking you from all directions, that's because you were my afterimages," explained the red-haired Pandora.
"S-Say what? You mean you've been striking me when wasn't looking?" Satellite groaned as he tried to get up. "So...you've using..."
"That's right...Double Accel Turn!"
"That right," Alessandro said from behind Satellite. "Arnold has a pretty mean Double Acceleration!"
"So," Arnold asked the wounded punk, "wanna call it quits? Or keep going?"
To Be Continued...
