Speed of the New World! Heimdall vs DJ

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"Okay, this sucks...I have no clue where I'm going,"

'Easy, just follow the sounds of war,'

"I want to go where I'm needed, Thrymr!"

'Hmm...well, then you might wanna go a couple dozen yards that way,'

Devon turned to the side, "Why-?"

'Trust me,'

The swordsman sighed, "You haven't let me down yet...," he muttered as he started running in said direction, "What am I gonna find here?"

'Either a dead nakama, or an interesting turn out from a wimpy swordsman,'

Devon ran for a little bit until the sound of metal clashing against metal reached his ears. He slowed down to a stop and watched from a short distance away as two figures ran to and fro, their swords held over head. He frowned when he recognized one of them as DJ, and the other one as a Pantheon member (which wasn't hard to figure out since he had never seen him on the island before today).

"That idiot's gonna get himself killed,"

'Maybe...let's watch a while, shall we?'

"But-,"

'Trust me...,'

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DJ skidded to a halt, panting as his sabre grazed the ground. He and Heimdall had been at it for a short time, but already he seemed like he was out of shape, panting and breathing heavily. Heimdall, on the other hand, looked just fine. In fact, he didn't even have a bead of sweat on him at all!

The enemy from the New World chuckled and tapped his shoulder with his sword, shaking his head.

"You call that speed?" he asked, shooting a smug glance at DJ, "Boy, you are nowhere near the level of me or my comrades!"

DJ grit his teeth and glared at him, "At least I don't use the abilities of some rock!"

"Says a guy who ate a Devil Fruit!" Heimdall shot back.

Ouch, good comeback... DJ gripped his sword, "Before we get back to this...tell me, why are you guys here? How'd you even find this paradise?!"

Heimdall looked around them, "This island? Well, funny story, actually...you see, you have your friend, Devon, to thank for that,"

DJ raised a brow, "Huh?"

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"Aw shit...," Devon looked back at his wings, "I knew these were still bad luck...!"

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"You see...back when Devon was training under our good friends, Hugin and Munin, he told them about his and his brat brother's wings. Now, I'll admit, when the others and I heard about it, we were skeptical, but when they showed us photographs, we became interested. So, after years of digging around, we came across a set of stories and rumors. When Lady Frigga left Asgard, with us behind her, we set out to find this place. What we found was an unusual current called the Knock-Up Stream," he looked back at DJ, "When we arrived, we were greeted with a sea of white clouds and amazing islands filled with people that shared the brother's winged trait,"

DJ frowned, "How could you have lasted so long? From what I've heard of Eneru, his power-,"

"The 'God' of Skypeia, yes we did hear of him...but we had nothing to fear," he reached down and pulled up his pant legs to reveal two crystals, one in each leg, "Besides our unique abilities granted to us with the Fragments of Muspelheim, we discovered that this so called 'Mantra' couldn't detect us, thanks to it's power,"

"That doesn't make any sense...," DJ murmured before Kamakiri's words came back to him, They didn't sense them either except the Enforcers...that's it!

Heimdall shrugged, "To you, I wouldn't think so. The Fragments are immensely powerful...however, there comes a price. We must give up a portion of our life force at a certain time in order to keep using the power of the Fragments. The only ones who are unaffected by this, to my knowledge is Lord Odin and Lady Frigga,"

"They're that strong, eh?"

"Indeed...then again, in the New World, one must have great power to survive!"

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'Also, a plan that actually succeeds so one doesn't get ganged up on and killed for loving someone!'

"What're you talking about?"

'You forget already? Sheesh...alright, look...,'

-Flashback-

New World, Asgard Island, Years ago...

A large man, body full of muscles, a head of jet black, spiky hair, and two swords crossed on his back, just under a beautiful cape, stood in a huge, beautiful stone hall, filled with tables and a large crowd of men and women.

At the front of the hall, was a man of middle-age with slightly graying hair and a beard, dressed in fine clothes. At each side was a beautiful woman, dressed in equally fine clothing.

The man in the cape bowed his head to them, "My Lord Odin, my Lady Frigga...and of course, the ever-lovely Freya! I have come before you with a humble request,"

"What is it, Thrymr?" the man with the beard asked, leaning forward slightly, "Do your people need something of us?"

"In a way, my Lord Odin," Thrymr turned to the woman called Freya, "For years, I have admired your beauty from afar, Lady Freya. For years, I have kept to the shadows, biding my time until it was right for me to ask for your hand," he glanced at Odin and his wife, "Lord and Lady, will you permit me to marry your daughter?"

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"You just couldn't help yourself, could you, Thrymr? Had to go after my sister, didn't you?"

Thrymr, covered in blood, weapons broken, and nearly crippled, struggled to stand up as a large man with a larger hammer stalked over to him. The ebony haired man spit out the blood that was pooling inside his mouth and glared up at the man.

"C'mon, Thor...get it over with! But before you kill me, I have something to say,"

"Spit it out, then,"

Thrymr grinned, blood dribbling out of his mouth, "You, Loki, and Heimdall...you three are responsible for my death. There's a concept floating around this world of ours called Karma. What goes around, comes around,"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"What I'm talking about is...," Thrymr took a pained breath, "...I will die here, but sometime in your lives, you three will have yours come to you sooner or later...and I hope that all three of you burn for this!"

The last thing Thrymr saw before his death was the hammer coming down onto head.

-End Flashback-

"So...," Devon looked at DJ's fight, "Heimdall is one of the three that killed you?"

'Not directly, but he did have a hand in it,' Thrymr growled, 'All I wanted was a beautiful wife, and they wouldn't give me that. Your friend's in trouble,'

"Then why don't you let me join in?"

'Because, it's his fight. You of all people should know that...besides, how is he gonna get stronger on his own if the Great Demon King always arrives to save his scrawny ass? Trust me, kid...for better or for worse, this is his fight,'

"...he doesn't stand a chance, though, does he? Honestly?"

'Not a snowball's chance in Hell...maybe, if he's veeeeeery lucky, he'll cripple him before his death,'

"What do you mean, cripple him?"

'Geez, pay attention, will ya?'

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Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Fast as he was thanks to his fruit, DJ had a hard time deflecting the blows from Heimdall's serrated sword. He could actually feel his sabre's blade almost bend at the sheer pressure behind each attack.

"Aw man, this is fun!" Heimdall laughed as he pressed down on DJ's sword, "Your skill as a swordsman sucks, and you're still too slow! Don't you see? I am on a whole different level than you! It took me great sacrifice to be where I am today...something that you could never understand!"

DJ glared at him, "I wouldn't understand sacrifice?!" he pushed Heimdall off (a courtesy of the New World swordsman), "I understand sacrifice, alright! Don't you ever tell me I don't know what sacrifice is! I want to become a powerful swordsman so I can protect those I love, something I was unable to do as a boy, and since I wasn't able to do it, I lost my sister!"

Heimdall rolled his eyes, "Blah, blah, blah. Save your sob stories, kid, you'll have a much larger audience in the afterlife," he promised before disappearing in another blur.

Cursing, DJ gripped his sword and looked around, Where'd he go now...?

"Sonic Slicer!"

Instinctively, DJ quickly dashed out of the way of what looked like a disc of spinning, nearly invisible energy. The disc hummed as it flew close to the ground and through the sides of a few trees, cutting into them easily. DJ had to dodge the huge trees as they fell to the ground towards him.

A laugh made DJ look up at the branches of another tree to see Heimdall leaning against the tree bark, an amused look on his face.

"What's so funny, shit face!" DJ shouted, shaking a fist at him, "Be a man and come down here!"

"I'll be a man as soon as you start looking like one,"

DJ gawked at him while Devon snorted quietly, finding the comment very amusing.

"Burning Sonata!" DJ swung his sabre, sending a bright red arc of heated energy towards his enemy.

Heimdall casually brought his blade up, stopping the arc of energy in it's tracks as soon as it touched his sword. He yawned as he made the arc disperse, "You know, based off what I've heard about your friend, I thought he would've at least gotten some strong allies. Looks like he's only got one...the baka that survived Tyr's onslaught,"

"I am strong!" DJ shouted, "I may not be Hawkeye Mihawk, but I am strong!"

"Bullshit," Heimdall pointed his serrated sword at him, "All you've shown me are weak attacks and your so called speed!" he hopped down and landed on his feet, "You're no swordsman at all, you're just a weakling with some fast feet!"

DJ glared at him, "Shut up...,"

"Make me," Heimdall gripped his sword and disappeared in yet another blur.

"Where-?"

"I told you, kid," Heimdall whispered in his ear, "You can't win against me,"

Suddenly, a deep wound appeared in DJ's side, blood gushing outward like a fountain. The musician screamed in pain and fell to his knees, holding his wound, feeling the blood pour through his fingers.

Heimdall rolled his eyes again as he wiped his blade, "And the crying, screaming, and begging for mercy starts. Sometimes I wonder what I don't just go and lop off heads off to spare myself of this crap," he glanced at DJ's wound, "Doesn't matter though...in at least five minutes, you'll die,"

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"Shit! I knew it!" Devon started to move towards them, but stopped suddenly. He looked down to see that his legs weren't moving, no matter how much he told them to, "Dammit, Thrymr!"

'Sit tight...,'

"He's gonna die!"

'That's his problem,'

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"Sharp Note!"

"Mrrow how how...how useless!"

"You think you have skill with a blade? Fool, you have no skill! From what I've seen is that you only have a Devil Fruit and a sword, and you use the Devil Fruit more often then you do your own blade...,"

"You have no hope of winning,"

"I've been training a lot, and I'll be damned if I lose another battle!"

"Never give up, never surrender! I let a loved one die because I wasn't strong enough to protect her, and I swore that I'd never let anyone else close to my heart die at my failure!"

The words of his past confrontations echoed in DJ's mind as he clutched at his wound. He fought many battles, but he didn't win all of them. The fight with Mr 4, Mihawk, Monster, and that bastard Ohm...he couldn't beat them. But, as he knelt there, he realized why he didn't win against these enemies.

Mr 4 and his partner fought in the desert sands, something that practically canceled out his speed.

Mihawk was the strongest swordsman in the world, so that was self-explanatory.

Monster surprised him with his own speed, and gained the upper hand in their battle.

Finally, there was Ohm. He had an extremely hard time with this one in particular, because with Mantra, he could predict his movement.

Wait a minute... DJ closed his eyes, the area around him falling quiet, Ohm only had the upper hand because of his freaky sword and his ability. If he didn't have any of those, or just one of those, I probably would've made it! Everyone I've come across has had some advantage and either I've broken through it, or fallen against it...what can I use against this guy?

He opened his eyes and turned to Heimdall, his hand falling to his side, letting his wound re-open slightly.

He's a swordsman, like myself and he's pretty damn fast, like me...the only difference is that he's from the New World... his thoughts trailed off when a light glint from under Heimdall's leggings caught his eye, Of course! Kirsty said those Fragments give these guys power! But what if, they didn't have the Fragments? Could they be as vulnerable as any other human? he grinned a little, If I can remove those rocks, then he would just be strong in swordsmanship...

"See something you like before you die?" Heimdall snapped at him.

DJ chuckled and knelt down again, "You know, I just realized something. For the longest time, I've been wearing these, hoping to help out my Devil Fruit while I worked on my swordsmanship...,"

Heimdall raised an eyebrow as DJ lifted up his pant legs, "What is this, a gay peepshow?"

Again, DJ chuckled as he lifted his pant legs high enough to reveal something strapped to each of his ankles. Calmly, he undid the straps that held the objects together and tossed them to the side. Both Devon and Heimdall watched as a small cloud of dirt shot into the sky after the objects hit the ground.

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Devon shook his head, "Weights? When did he start wearing those things?!"

'I dunno...but check it out. Is it just me, or does he seem more confident?'

Devon glanced at his nakama and was surprised to see a smile cross his face, despite his wound, "He should be in unbearable pain, and he's just smiling...! Is he crazy!?"

'If he's crazy, then you're just plain psychotic, because you do the same thing! Maybe...we were wrong about Macleod,'

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"What's with you, all of a sudden?" Heimdall slowly circled around Macleod, his sword trailing behind him, "Made peace with death?"

"Hardly...I'm just debating on which move I should use on you next," DJ looked at him calmly, holding his sabre at arm level, "There's so many to choose from...so little time,"

Heimdall smirked, "Got that right...,"

"Then, let's make these count, shall we?" DJ started running around Heimdall, increasing speed with each step, "Dancing Shadows!"

The New World enemy watched as DJ continued running around him, and as he did, copies of himself appeared on all sides of him, running back and forth, back and forth. Heimdall shook his head, smirking, "You think that'll work on me? Boy, you may make copies of yourself, and each one of them has their own footsteps, but only one of them has a set of footsteps that is different than the rest...that means...," he turned to the side and held out his sword, "IT WON'T WORK!"

A yelp was heard, followed by a small spurt of blood that sprayed Heimdall's clothing. DJ veered off to the side and held his new wound as blood dripped off the serrated edges of Heimdall's sword.

"Shit, there goes that plan...,"

"As well as more of your blood," Heimdall wiped his blade on the ground, "You've been shot by Hod's arrow, and sliced into twice by my blade. You're body can't take much more of this, boy,"

"We'll...we'll see...," DJ winced as he picked up his sabre, "I can win this...I've got to!"

Heimdall laughed, "You can win this fight?" he tapped his head, "Boy, there must be something wrong in that brain of yours! I've told you, you're level of skill, and my level of skill are far apart! There's no hope for you!"

"So you say...," DJ coughed, blood coming out of his wounds and some from his mouth, "You may think you have speed and strength, but all you have is borrowed power,"

"What?!"

DJ grinned, completely ignoring his injuries, "You obtain your gift from crystals...and to keep them, you have to pay with your life. All I ever had to pay for my gift was my ability to swim,"

"I may pay for it with my life, but it's worth it to keep this power! With it, I never have to do anything for it!"

"Never have to do anything for power?" DJ shook his head, "I get it now...it makes perfect sense to me now,"

"What are you babbling about?"

DJ lifted his sabre and pointed it at him again, "I know for a fact that I'm stronger than you. You may be from the New World, where there are incredibly strong people, but no matter how you look at it, everyone's got to fall to somebody...it doesn't matter where they are, or what they can do. The point is, it'll happen...it's inevitable!"

Heimdall glared daggers at him and ran at him, "YOU BASTARD! YOU THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME ON!? BRING IT, YOU SONOFABITCH! I'LL SHOW YOU THE POWER OF THE NEW WORLD!"

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"What's he doing?"

'Haven't figured it out yet, have you?'

"What are you talking about?"

'Macleod's practically figured out the difference between strength. You see, while the crystals are indeed strong, what truly matters is how strong their users are. I've known Heimdall for a long time, and if you ask me, he shouldn't boast about his power. I kept telling him it'll be his undoing, and it looks like I was right,'

"Please, you honestly expect me to believe that Macleod can win this? Look at him! He's almost a walking corpse!"

'True...but even Roronoa Zolo and the Demon King have faced incredible odds. This may be the fight that Macleod needs to give him that extra push,'

"...20,000,000 beli says he gets his ass kicked,"

Thrymr was silent.

"Wassamatter, scared?"

'No...,'

"Then what is it?"

'We share the same body, how is that gonna work?'

The two of them became silent for a few moments before Devon cleared his throat.

"You in or not?"

'Alright, I'm in,'

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Before, DJ had a hard time against Heimdall's sword and speed, but now, things were so erratic, he could easily dodge each blow. Apparently, Heimdall was so enraged, he couldn't land anything on the brat from the Blue Sea.

DJ grinned inwardly, That did it...the Fragments may give him speed, but that's all he has! With his anger, he can't get any good moves in, his sword strikes are so off, it's as if I'm fighting against a beginner.

"Rough Divide!" the brunette swept his sabre hard and Heimdall was sent flying into the air, screaming as a decent sized gash appeared on his chest.

Bingo...

Heimdall growled and rose to his feet, blood dripping to the ground, "Lucky shot...!"

"That's what you say," DJ pointed his sword at him, "You said you were better at swordsmanship and speed than me. In reality, all you are is a brute with borrowed power...power that you don't deserve, power that you don't offer any true sacrifices for!"

"I'm a brute, eh?" Heimdall grinned darkly and took a stance, holding his jagged sword to the side, "Wait until you see what I'm capable of! No matter what you may say, I'll always be faster, and I'll always be stronger than you, boy! Know why?! Because I am a GOD!"

DJ took a defensive stance, He's pissed and his pride's hurt...this will be a strong one! I just gotta survive it!

"SUPERSONIC STORM!!" Heimdall screeched, unleashing a wall of spinning energy discs at his opponent.

The brunette swordsman shut his eyes tight and took the attack head on. He could feel the discs rip and tear through his clothes, slicing his flesh open and letting his blood out even more. Some of the discs even added worse pain to his previous wounds, but DJ never fell or backed down. The attack ended and DJ lowered his sword, a smile on his face. His clothes were torn and caked with his own blood.

Heimdall stared at him in disbelief, "H-How...could you still be standing?! That was my strongest attack! No one's ever survived that! It's my most feared technique!"

DJ chuckled, "Really, now?" he held out his sword, "Well, since you're done...allow me to show you true speed!"

With that, the swordsman disappeared in a blur, leaving Heimdall alone in the woods. The enemy of the New World looked around, shaken at how the fight had turned.

This guy...he can't be human! He took my best attack, in addition to his wounds from before, and he's not dead yet! He should've been dead a long time ago, but somehow...he's...he's still alive! What the hell is he?!

A sharp pain below made Heimdall look down to see small cuts in his legs.

"W-Wh-What?!"

"Looking for these?"

Heimdall spun around to see DJ leaning against a tree trunk, juggling two Fragments in one hand, his sabre in the other hand.

"How did-,"

"Unlike you, Heimdall, I train myself and my abilities. I train them so I can become stronger and more capable to achieve my dream. With these things," he held up the Fragments, "You only got a certain speed limit, but with my ability and my training, I was able to achieve new speeds. That's why I wear weights now...,"

"Give those back to me!"

DJ tossed the Fragments in front of him, watching them land halfway between him and his enemy, "Come and get 'em,"

Heimdall snarled and started to run to the Fragments, despite his leg wounds. DJ gripped his sabre tightly and turned it upward as Heimdall came closer and closer to the Fragments.

"I win...," DJ dashed towards his enemy and stopped just a few inches from his front, "Dragon's Barrage!"

With increased speed, DJ's sabre flew in all directions, the sharp edge cutting into his enemy with each swing. The speed of the swordsman had increased dramatically since the last time Devon had seen him fight. From the sidelines, Devon couldn't help but smile at his nakama's progress as a swordsman.

Finally, the blur that was DJ's sword and arms disappeared and the brunette stepped back, now covered in not just his blood, but Heimdall's. DJ sheathed his bloody weapon as Heimdall fell to his knees, eyes rolled back into his head, gasping for breath.

"H-How...can this be...? I'm...a God! I'm...f-f-faster...s-s-stronger than you...how could...you beat me?"

"Easy...," DJ slowly walked away, allowing Heimdall to fall flat on his face, "I have a stronger will to live and win than you. Speed and strength are important, but it's the will behind those traits that really count," he murmured before blacking out and falling to the ground.

Devon walked out from behind the trees and over to his nakama. He bent down and looked over his wounds. The smile was still on his face.

"Not bad, Macleod...not bad...,"

'He'll need some fixing up, but we got some time before he's really in the red area. Lemme take over, I got something to do here!'

"With Heimdall?"

'Yep,'

"Go for it," Devon murmured, his eyes changing color, allowing Thrymr to gain control of his body.

Thrymr stalked over to the fallen form of Heimdall and took out one of Devon's swords. He reached down, grabbed Heimdall by his head and hauled him upward a little bit.

"I've been waiting for the day you get yours for a looooooong time, Heimdall," Thrymr hissed, "I didn't think this kid would be able to deliver the justice you deserved, but I appreciate his help...,"

With a swift jerk, Heimdall's body fell to the ground, his stump of a neck bleeding freely. Thrymr looked at the severed head of one of the three men responsible for his death and chuckled, "One down...," he looked at DJ's fallen form, "I have to help a few kids out here, but afterwards...," he grinned darkly and quickly buried the head in a shallow grave, "...I'll deliver the message to Frigga myself,"

After being given full control of his body again, Devon walked over to DJ, picked him up carefully and began carrying him back to the nearby city of Shandora.

"Macleod, you really surprised me back there. I think I actually have some respect for you now,"

"Dusty-chwan...I did good...gimme back my flute!" DJ mumbled in his sleep.

Devon came to a stop and glanced at the swordsman.

"Okay, forget what I just said,"

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Kilnorc: Oh man, that was a tough one! -stretches- I think, the hardest thing for this chapter was to finally let DJ have a victory in a fight...even if it was against a guy from the New World. I just hope I managed the victory and the battle right.

On the next chapter of Homeland...

Herman: What the hell happened to him?

Devon: Get him patched up, and get him as much food as you can, because when he wakes up, he'll be hungry as hell. Trust me, he's earned a feast.

Hod: I really don't want to kill you, because Lady Frigga would have my head if I did!

Kirsty: I'm not a helpless little girl...I can kick your ass anytime, pal! BRING IT ON!

New Level of Dragon Power! Hod vs Kirsty

Kirsty: Oh...I like this move. Lessee what else I got!