The Good Old Times

Lord Death brought the boomerang down and onto Vigrid's sturdy sword. Vigrid looked at Lord Death with a smile on his face. "You've seem to be doing pretty well since you betrayed your brothers," he muttered. With a final and powerful push, he knocked Lord Death away and into the air. "You have a school filled to the brim of students and teachers willing to die for the cause. Your own private military ready to go to war at the snap of your fingers." Vigrid stepped in and spun his entire body around generating a mighty swing with his blade capable of chopping steel in half.

Lord Death didn't want to endanger Rochelle, so rather than block he jumped into the air and let the blow swing under him. "And I would return the favor to each and every one of them," said Lord Death as he fell back down on top of Vigrid. "Death Chop!" He brought his bare hand down and for Vigrid's head, Vigrid's massive arm swung up and blocked it at the last second. "They have become just as much as my family as you once were and can still be if you just put this pointless need for revenge behind you! You don't need to destroy one of your brothers with your own hands!"

"You should listen to yourself!" shouted Vigrid bringing his head forward and smashing it into Lord Death's. Lord Death stumbled backwards. "You imprisoned your own brother!" A knee strike into Lord Death's abdomen was followed by a powerful right hook across his face. The combination continued with elbow to his shoulder, a side kick to the gut, and it ended with a regular straight. Lord Death was sent flying back. "You imprisoned him! And then you decide to build a school and teach the humans, he hated to bring down more people like him! All the while you flourished, you started being treated like a god! A god who turned his back to his family!" Vigrid lifted his sword up into the air and was about to bring it down, splitting Lord Death in two, but Lord Death was craftier than that. He jabbed his shoulder with all of his might into Vigrid's stomach.

"He needed to be stopped! Just like you do now!" Lord Death rocketed forward catching Vigrid in his arms and rocketing forward with the same speed he used to get there on time. The two of them collided into and through building after building. Lord Death finally stopped, throwing Vigrid forward and into another building. "Humans deserve the right to continue their existence, they've made marvelous leaps and bounds with both technology and peace since the old days!"

A small burst of madness wavelength shot from Vigrid's hand and knocked Lord Death back. "Really? Do you know what I've been doing while you've built your empire?" questioned Vigrid as he shoved another chunk of building off of his body. "I've been studying these 'marvelous' humans trying to decide who to believe. Marburg or you…I've come to my own decision. The human race is 90% trash, 90% of them are a horrible disease that cause the rest of them to suffer! You wish to protect that trash!" Another blast of Madness Wavelength built up in Vigrid's hand as he prepared to fire. And he did. The powerful charge of sheer insanity shot forward at Lord Death.

Lord Death brought his hand and created a shield to protect himself from the blast. It wasn't as strong as he would've liked it and he could feel the blast would overpower him eventually, but he didn't plan to let it go on that long. Lord Death shifted the shield and redirect the blast skywards and out of harm's way. He just hoped that all the birds had cleared the vicinity. He turned back around just to see Vigrid charging at him again, sword already in motion.

He swung Rochelle forward and let her fly. The boomerang cut through the air with Lord Death's power and at Vigrid. He stopped himself at the last moment and braced himself for impact. His monstrous feet sunk into the ground and he brought his sword up in front of him in order to block the heavy blow. The boomerang swung into the sword and pushed him back a little. Rochelle was just as determined to force Vigrid's hand, but she just didn't have it in her. With one final push, she was deflected and sent flying back up and into the air.

Lord Death wasn't nearly done, he continued the chase closing in right after the boomerang and he was right in front of Vigrid. He let fly a series of punches with his bulky hands. Each one of them found their mark, pummeling the monstrous body of pure muscle that stood before him. Each punch slightly pushed Vigrid back and stunned him, but his massive body and muscles that were almost as hard as a layer of armor made the punches barely matter to him.

Vigrid chuckled to himself, he swung his sword upwards into the air and back down for the reaper. Lord Death backed away with nearly twice the speed he had when he charging Vigrid. The powerful chop caused an upheaval of dirt and rocks. His mighty sword had split the ground itself. He hefted the heavy and destructive weapon back up onto his shoulder. "It looks just like the good old days; you are still only the second best. I've always been the strongest one amongst us!" Vigrid leaned forward and then, with the use of his massive leg muscles, he shot forward like a rocket, his sword already prepping for the killing swing.

Once more Lord Death threw up his faithful Soul Shield in front of him to block the rocketing monstrosity. He felt Vigrid hit the shield and was even pushed back from the fearsome full-body tackle. As soon as he felt the momentum disappear, he dropped his shield and brought his arm in sweeping downwards. His hand came swooping into Vigrid's shoulder with plentiful force.

Vigrid grimaced as he felt Lord Death's famous Death Chop shudder into his shoulder. He remembered that faulty move from when they were kids. He never understood how Lord Death managed to place that much power behind it, especially when he has such a pathetic and wiry body. Vigrid had trained for years, his body was built up into what could be considered perfection by some. Muscles on top of muscles, arms capable of denting steel, a head filled with knowledge of war tactics, and thick tree-like legs supported this incredible body. And yet that Death Chop of Lord Death's surpassed any common sense. For such a small body to produce that amount of force another trick must've been used, but Vigrid could never figure it out.

Lord Death backed up before Vigrid recovered enough from the stun of the Death Chop to launch another attack. Vigrid's thick muscles not only provided him with top-notch offensive power, but his defensive abilities also benefited from it. Lord Death needed to limit the amount of muscle that would absorb the blow to a smaller area. If he did that he may be able to pierce the wall of muscle and get to the bones beneath it. If he had Saul's Soul Resonance, he may be able to apply enough power and friction to bypass the flesh, but sadly he didn't. Soul Resonance varied from person to person and definitely from person to Shinigami. He needed another method to get through those muscles.

It was starting to make Lord Death remember their old fights.

(-Several Millennia ago-)

A much younger Lord Death rolled over on the ground. His body had taken several heavy beatings. He tried to re-energize his body, but it was riddled with injuries. A wiry hand extended down to him, it was one of his best friends, Marburg. Lord Death accepted it and he pulled him back up to his feet. "Thanks," said Lord Death, gratefully.

"No problem," said Marburg. "I have morals unlike those humans you think have worth." Lord Death rolled his eyes behind his mask as he patted a little dirt off of him. Originally Lord Death thought of him a little higher of most witches, but he has recently developed a strong hatred for human. He had to wonder why. He stated that it was because of the many problems they seemed to breed, but Lord Death still had a slight worry to what it was exactly.

Lord Death knew the humans were flawed he saw many of their mistakes from the beginning, but he chose to overlook them in favor of their perfections. He thought Marburg had done so originally as well, but something changed. Lord Death was starting to wonder what it was, but he didn't want to pry into Marburg's reasons. Nor did he seem to have the time as the man who had knocked him down came walking over to him.

Vigrid as a younger man was still impressive. His muscles were just as impressive in the past as they were in the present. He didn't have his sword yet, but he still had several etchings of rune symbols on his body. His soul was still in pristine condition a righteous ball with the runes covering it. "That's 231 fights, 95 wins for me, 86 wins for you, and 50 draws." Vigrid smirked, his training had paid off he managed to take down Lord Death again. In one-on-one fights he was nearly unmatched. Marburg had slightly better rates whenever he was outnumbers, but one-on-one fights was where he ruled!

"Sheer luck," said Lord Death as he wiped more of the dirt off of him. It was barely 10% difference. Not to mention 50 draws and 86 wins outnumbers the 96 wins. So he didn't win more fights than he actually won. "Just luck," he repeated. "These continuous chains of fights are tiring. Speaking of which where did the other guy go?"

"Where do you think? He's hungry," said Vigrid with a shrug. "Ready for another round Marburg?" He asked nearly jumping at Marburg, sending a couple hundred pounds of pure muscles for him. Marburg slid back and away from Vigrid.

"I'm fine," said Marburg with a worried tone. "Let's wait for all four of us to get together before we start fighting again." Vigrid huffed and turned away. He needed constant fighting in order to keep not only his body in top physical condition, but also his mind. If he didn't exercise what he had studied during these spars, how else would he get better?

All of a sudden a sharp cry cut through the air. Marburg, Vigrid, and the Lord Death all twisted around to see what was going on. They shot through the air like gods they were. None of them wasted a second at arriving to the scene of the scream. Lord Death arrived first, his 'skinny' and 'wirey' body leant themselves to his aero-dynamics. Vigrid had arrived last due to the exact opposite reason, his bulging muscles only served to slow him down.

The gang looked down upon the scene with a mixture of interest and caution. This shrill voice had cut through the air mere moments ago and now they were looking down at the scene that had undoubtedly caused it. What had happened and who was down there struck all three of them at once. They felt a growing sense of trepidation and worry as they looked on.

It was a witch standing over a nearly breathless human. The witch stood there with a gleaming power in her hands and an evil smirk on her face. Lord Death held his tongue due to his long-lasting friendship with Marburg, but truth is told he never liked witches. They were usually a pretty conniving group, he was sure that Marburg would probably insult humans if he brought up morality and the likes up, so he just let that topic die.

The witch took another confident step forward towards the human, magic at the ready. She was going to kill the human!

I am clearly having a little fun at Lord Death's expense in the second to last paragraph. Marburg thinks all humans are evil, but Lord Death can be a little bit biased to witches at time. Not all the time and he does believe in good witches, but most of the time…if witches are doing something, it is something bad.

Also, I have decided to try and make my own manga. I will continue this story and my others in the meantime. Ask if you want the details and wish me luck!