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"Poggers-"
PEW!-
DUCK!!!
AL immediately crouched as the trigger from the assassin was pulled, dodging the bullet that came from the gun at point-blank.
JUMP!
HIGH KICK!
BOOST!
KICK!!!
He then sprung up and high kicked the gun out of the man's hands, the gun spiraling into the air. He quickly used his hand in the air, propelling himself with his flames to kick the man in the jaw.
But the man was unlike other persons who were classified as a gun user and did something that caught AL off guard.
GRIP!
He caught the foot with his hand.
"What?!" AL exclaimed in surprise.
SLAM!!!
THUD!
BIFF!!!
The hitman then slammed AL onto the ground, his body bouncing back up from the force of the move before punching him to the wall with a swift fist from his gloved fist.
"GAK!" The fighter guttered, as he was punched away.
DASH!!!
KNEE!
AL got up as he held in pain since the man was deceptively powerful, his trench coat masking the apparent muscle that he had beneath it. The mystery man then dashed at incredible speeds towards the male again, looking to land a sickening knee to the skull.
ROLL!
CRASH!
FISSURE!
But AL rolled just in time as the wall shattered, a hole being burrowed by the force of his knee as the cracks and fissures would be around the impact. The stranger stepped back with the foot he kneed the wall with as AL got up from his rolling.
BLAST!
DODGE!!!
The afro warrior threw a KI blast at the man, who waited until it was about to strike him before dodging somehow, and immediately closing the distance between the two of them and went for a gut punch.
ZOOM!
PUNCH!
BLOCK!
WINDWAVE!
SKID!!!...
However, AL perceived the attack as he cross guarded in the nick of time, causing some wind to be blasted from the impact as the fire user skidded towards the edge of the pathway from the force of the punch.
LEAP!
KICK OFF!!!
CHOP!
'How is this guy so strong?! He seemed like a gunslinger, but he's manhandling me! Did he switch classes mid-battle or something?' AL thought as he then leaped onto one of the walls before pushing off of them, going for a chop to the neck.
DUCK!
ELBOW!!!
CARTWHEEL!
HANDSTAND!
LAND!-
TWIST!
PIERCE!!!
DODGE!
But to the afro warrior's disappointment, the man simply reacted as his eyes widened when the flame user's hand was upon his neck before ducking and elbowing AL's jaw, causing him to vertically cartwheel as his teeth clattered before landing at a handstand and pushing off the ground to land on his feet, twisting around in time just to avoid piercing stab of the hitman's hand towards his chest.
PUNCTURE!
RIP!
SCRATCH!!!
AL moved the left side of his body back a bit, causing his jacket to kick up in the air as the hitman missed, grazing his undershirt as a cut was formed on his skin.
HEADBUTT!
SLAM!
His jacket, unfortunately, had to pay the price, as a whole had been punctured through the inner fabric. Despite that, AL used this opportunity to headbutt the aggressor, causing him to fall back with a satisfying sound of contact.
"Tch!" The attacker grunted
FALL-
HANDSTAND!
HEEL KICK!!!
The man fell back, but not before pushing his hands back against the ground then he neared it, and double heel kicked AL's chest, sending him into the air from the force of his kick.
"Shit!" AL hissed as he was kicked away.
...
CLENCH!
AL shot back before landing on the ground and rolling a bit, as the assassin got up. The downed attacker felt his nose as he saw some blood coming from it after he passed his hand on it, as well as it being bent the wrong way. He grimaced before clenching his blood in his hand.
AURA...!
WOOSH!
He rose to his feet and pushed himself off of the ground. AL smirked as a white glow soon radiated from him, some dust being blown back by his aura of sorts.
The fighter became confused as he was bracing himself for another attack from the hitman as he scrambled to his feet.
'Get ready...' He prepped himself as he got back up.
But instead of any offensive maneuver, the fighter was thrown for a loop as something he didn't expect from a normal human would happen.
The blood from the cut trickled its way back into his nose, as well as the blood on his hands.
HEAL!
SNAP!!!
AURA!...
His nose then snapped back into place with a violent echo it would have sustained from AL's headbutt. The man stopped glowing as he would stand back up, heavily breathing. A small grin was plastered on his face before it fell back into a flat line.
BLASTBLASTBLASTBLASTBLASTBLAST!
TWIRL!
WEAVE!
DUCK!
SIDESTEP!
SIDESTEP!
DASH!
AL didn't hesitate to immediately begin his second assault on the man, now knowledgeable about his apparent healing factor. He began with a few energy blasts towards the man, which in tandem made him weave, twirl around and duck under them as he would approach the fighter once more.
STRAIGHT!-
REDIRECT!
ELBOW!
BACKSTEP!
LEAP!
LEFT HOOK!
DODGE!!!
As they neared each other and were in range, the exchange of blows began with a straight from AL, which ended up being redirected by the stranger.
His straight was then be converted to an elbow that was avoided by the opponent backing away very quickly with a small hop. AL then leaped with a hook that was easily dodged once again by the hitman.
CHOP!
BLOCK!
ELBOW!
JAB!
KNEE!
CLASH!!!
BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK!!!
But he then changed his hook into a chop as attempted to strike his foe with a follow-up move.
The assassin quickly blocked his chop with his forearm, pushing him back a bit. AL went go for another elbow that was jabbed, a knee that was met with another knee, and a couple of jabs that were intercepted by some other jabs.
BLAST!
BOOM!
DUST!!!
AL out of nowhere blasted the ground which caused them both to be blown back, creating some dust in the area.
With their vision obscured, AL closed his eyes and went forward with another assault, and of his energy sensing, attack the assassin by pinpointing his KI.
SPINKICK!!!-
He lunged at the enemy with a spin kick that was...
DUCK!!!
Somehow dodged?!
LAND-
LEAP!
AXE HANDE!
WEAVE!!!
LAND-
TWIST!
KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK!KICK! KICK!KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK!-
The assassin had managed to duck under the kick as AL twisted in the air before landing and pouncing again for another attack. But it too was dodged. His axe handle was weaved as he landed a few steps from him, and began furiously kicking at him.
GRAB!
CHOP!!!
"Argh!" AL yelled out.
PUNCH!!!
But the man without question weaved and dodged all of AL's kicks as well! He then grabbed AL's foot on a random kick and chopped his kneecap, causing a pained grunt from AL.
KNEEL!
The man clocked the fighter right in the face as he was knocked out of the dust cloud as tumbled into a kneeling position. He tried to get up and wobbled on his leg as his eyes opened in shock.
'My leg...! Why can't I stand on my leg properly?!' The former stoned fighter frantically questioned as he was losing feeling as he struggled to stand on his affected joint. He switched to his other foot as he felt the man's KI come towards him.
"You're probably wondering why you can't use one of your legs, I presume?" The man asked, a slight upturn on his lips. AL shot a look with anger written on his face as he demanded an answer.
"What did you do!" He yelled.
"Oh, nothing. All I did was strike an acupressure point in your leg, numbing it." He explained, with a pointed finger. "That means that you won't be able to escape your death, and makes my job easier." He finished before putting his hands by his sides.
"Your job? What the hell are you talking about, you bastard!" AL yelled at the assassin as he shook his fist at him.
ZOOM!
STRIKE!
"This bastard's going to KILL YOU, that's what." He answered back before engaging once more, with a terrifying increase in speed as he closed the distance once again, and struck AL's shoulder.
GRAB!
STAB!!
AL just barely grabbed the assassin's arm with his other hand and clenched it tightly as the assassin struck his right shoulder.
The two stared each other down as they exchanged looks. The enraged visage of AL, versus the professional apathy of the assassin.
"Your reactions are sharp, for someone who's about to die." He pointed out, in a mocking tone. This prompted AL to snarl before rebutting.
"And you talk big, for someone's who's gonna need some milk." AL roasted back. The assassin snorted before his smirk turned into a grin.
"On the contrary, my friend. I suggest you brace yourself." He pointed out, as AL's face produced a confused look. But to his horror, and the assassin's satisfaction, they both stared at the hand that was currently connected to AL's shoulder.
BOOM!
BLEED!!!...
Then his shoulder became unnaturally volatile before something jarringly gruesome would occur.
His shoulder was injured in a gory explosion.
"GYAAAAAAAGH!" AL wailed as his shoulder exploded, his hand reaching for his injured area as he held it.
AL roared in pain as the assassin look pleased with his damaged state as AL let go of his shoulder, his blood seeping through his fingers.
BIFF!!!
This created an opening that was exploited immediately as the assassin drove his fist into the warrior's chest, directly into his heart.
STRIKE!!!
It caused his heart to stop for a brief moment before it restarted, as AL's eyes became akin to a fish before it regained color, with him coughing out some blood.
...
COUGH!
"Uwaghk!" AL coughed up as he flew.
He rotated in the air before being thrown onto his back and would skid across the ground for a few meters. Hemetershed his busted shoulder as blood was trickling from his mouth as well as gushing from his injury.
His clothes were also a bit banged up from the skidding as he stopped and breathed heavily.
"Originally, I was going to kill you quietly and painlessly. No struggle, no trouble. No hassle." The assassin sighed as he walked towards his target, MENACINGLY-
ゴゴゴゴ!!!
AL laid there as he decided to try something. Since his opponent was so sure that he would die, he wanted to milk the secret of how he was able to accelerate so quickly, as well as maneuver through the dust cloud.
"But now, I'll have to completely get rid of you. Probably different body parts in different cities." He decided as he pulled out his concealed kusarigama in its sickle state.
GLEAM!
ゴゴゴゴ!!!
He held it up high, the moonlight being reflected off of it in such an angle that it made a menacing gleam.
AL lost heart only for a moment with the feeling received from the weapon before carrying out his strategy.
"B-B-Before you k-kill me," The afro fighter quivered in a shaky, spooked voice.
COUGH!
"How d-did you dodge a-a-all my at-t-tacks?" He questioned as he spat out more blood to make his act convincing.
CUT!...
The assassin twirled his sickle skillfully as he then suddenly jarred it forward until it reached AL's neck, cutting the flesh a bit as blood trailed from the wound.
TRICKLE!
"Since you're going to be erased from this world, the least I could do is tell you. I'm a monster, not a demon." He agreed, his grey orbs staring him down like a predator toying with his prey.
AL really was scared but remained stiff as his enemy revealed his downfall.
"The truth is, I'm not actually moving fast on my own. Not that I can't, but rather I choose not to. The secret is that I temporally accelerate the movement speed of my body, making me at least several times faster than the speed of sound, utterly outclassing any of your moves." He revealed as he kept a steady grip on the blade.
"T-Temporal A-A-Acceleration...!?" AL said in a concluding tone. It sounded like something straight out of one of those comic books he read.
"In layman's terms, I shorten the amount of time it takes for an action to occur by speeding up the process, and retroactively any of the factors that come with it I selectively choose." He sniggered.
AL mentally became slack-jawed as he heard his explanation. 'This guy could fuck with time! Not too much, but still!' He registered. He then moved on to another question.
"Guh... O-OK... How did you see t-through my attacks in the d-dust." AL stuttered as the man smirked before continuing.
"Simple. I sensed your attacks before you could hit me. If you're smart, you would know You've just wasted that question." The afro man withheld as he inched the blade ever so more slightly into AL's neck.
"You've got one more question before I snuff you out. Make it count. Or not. You'll die anyway." He added with a laissez-faire tone.
AL remained silent. He had only learned one thing about the man who was trying to kill him, and that was his ability.
Granted, knowing the skills of your opponent were monumental in planning their defeat but the way the battle had played out so far, his knowledge was rudimentary at best even with him literally TELLING the fire user his power.
He speculated that he had another power as well, based on how he healed himself and that it seemed that the action rewound rather than accelerated so that gave away another ability, but there was one thing that still plagued his mind. So he decided to ask the big question. The assassin's mission.
"W-Who sent you to kill m-me?..." AL croaked, albeit less wobbly than before.
"Alright then. I'll tell you this much. You weren't the main target."
What...
...The...
...Actual...
...FUCK?!
He was in this shit for no reason?!
"Actually, the real target was your friend of yours. You refer to him as Nebula, correct?" He mentioned. The shrinking of AL's pupils was a dead ringer for his question hitting the nail on the head.
"Wha...W-What?..." AL stuttered sincerely, actually baffled as his mask fell a bit.
"Yep. A certain organization wanted him taken out, and I'm nothing but the hitman. I have no grudge against any of my targets, including you. But alas. Business. Is. Business." He finished before stomping his foot onto AL's sternum, making him wheeze in pain as he raised his sickle.
STOMP!
"Ghk!" AL hacked before he wheezed.
"I hope I answered all your questions. Because now-" He said as he raised his sickle into the air once more, regaining its intimidating gleam as his eyes widened in resolve.
SWING!
"It's time to DIE! " He yelled as he brought down the scythe at supersonic speeds.
ABLAZE!!!
But instead of the rolling head and lifeless body of AL, the assassin was be met with a different image.
DEFLECT!
BOUNCE!
The sickle deflected off of the flesh of the warrior's neck as the assassin's weapon arm would be blown back by its force.
FLARE-UP!
BULK!
STEAM!
AL's hair had flared up to be flame-like as his afro gained its trademark rising heat look as his eyes became small embers once more. His muscles bulged a bit as steam came off of them.
FLEX!
WIND!
AL flexed his muscles as a small shockwave would push the assassin back, his hat being blown away by the force of the wind.
"What!?" The hitman exclaimed, landing on his ass before sliding a bit as his face was now revealed to AL.
STANCE!
AL rose and wiped the blood off his mouth as an aura of a fiery red-orange color burst forth from the fighter as he got into a stance.
CRACK!
SURGE!
"Thanks for the info. But I can't let you leave here alive. You'll just keep hunting us down." AL chalked up the info as he found his course of action. He then flexed his numb leg with an audible crack, getting back some feeling as he got into a stance.
WINDWAVE!!!
AURA!
"Likewise. You know too much to be left alive. I was going to keep this quiet, but..." The assassin would say as he got up, dusted his ass, and twirled his sickle until he pointed it straight towards AL.
AURA!
SWIRL!
The wind blew back everything around him as a thin layer of white energy radiated off of the assassin.
Dust swirled around his feet as the man stood there pointing the weapon right towards AL. His demeanor changed from a trained assassin to a master weapon user, as his hair blew, flowing in the air from the wind as well, giving him a bigger, more intimidating look.
"Your final hour has arrived." The man stated with finality, as he clutched the handle of the sickle as he focused on his position.
"Bring it." AL shot back before the two would have a stare-off.
...
...
...
They looked dead into each other's eyes, waiting for a movement.
...
...
WIND...!
The wind died down as the two men were be testing each other's wills in the standoff.
To see who moved first.
...
...
...
The gun that was sent into the air finally came back down as it fell, after probably after seeing a sailor scout or something.
The warriors continued staring at each other intensely as the gun flew back towards the ground.
Seconds would feel like... Slightly longer seconds as they bore holes through each other's heads with their glares.
CLACK!!!
But as that gun hit the ground, and made a loud noise-
VANISH!
VOOM!
They engaged.
The two danced around the alley, with AL being engulfed in his fighting flames, and the assassin in his aura of time as they battled.
SCHWING!
SWEEP KICK!
UPPERCUT!
CHINK!
The assassin began to put pressure on the warrior, slashing incredibly quickly at AL, times being where he couldn't even dodge or block and received a gash across the chest or a slash on the arm.
CLASH!
GASH!
SLICE!
HOOK!
CLASH!
But he only became stronger from the damage as he kept up with the assassin as they ran up walls, clashed in the air, and fought on the ground.
SNAP KICK!!!
SKID!
The assassin was kicked square in the chest by AL as he skidded back.
JUMP KICK!-
DUCK!
ASCENDING SLASH!!!
The pyro warrior ran up for a flying jump kick but the assassin ducked forward before slashing at the fire user's back.
"GAK!" AL yelled as he was nicked in the back.
CRASH!
AL launched forward as he collided with the wall that surrounded the complex.
VANISH!
SLASH!
VANISH!!!
He then managed to vanish just before the assassin would lunge and slash where the fighter had been, then vanish himself.
Clashing blurs were seen as the two kept on the offensive.
ELBOW!!!
The hitman then successfully elbowed AL in the sternum as he staggered back.
"OOF-"
CHOP!
SPINNING TUMBLE!
THUD!
He then chopped him in the side of his head, causing him to spin like a top as he fell.
He went for the kill with his sickle as the fighter crashed onto the ground, kicking up smoke.
SLAM!-
DODGE!!!
SPRING UP!
"Vulcan Knuckle!"
But AL craned his head at the last second as the assassin brought down his scythe, and clocked the hired killer with a Vulcan Knuckle.
FLAMING PUNCH!!!
WOOSH!!!
AL roared out his SP Skill as he drove his fist into the assassin's face with a satisfying force of wind behind it as it exploded right in his face.
"GRAH!" The hitman yelled as he tumbled away.
BOOST!
FLAMING SPIN KICK!!!
The silver-haired assassin snarled as he was launched back with a fiery explosion. AL shook his head and boosted forward, attempting to follow up with a spin kick aided by his flames boosting his feet.
DUCK!-
HEADBUTT!!!
But AL was intercepted with an enhanced headbutt from the hitman as he ducked under the leg and rammed his skull into his chin.
FLIP!
BOOST!
HEEL KICK!!!
The dark-skinned fighter ended up being sent back from the blow but regained his bearings near instantly as he flipped before using his hands as extra propulsion as he went for a drop heel kick.
The hitman saw the attack coming as he maneuvered out of the way right before the foot could even graze him, and put his hand on the ground before kicking him in the head with the back of his heel, sending him on the ground with a crash.
DODGE!
HEEL KICK!!!
CRASH!
"Unh!" AL bucked as he was sent to the ground.
ZOOM!
SWING!
VANISH!-
CRASH!!!
Far be it from the assassin to let this chance slide, as he closed the distance and swung his with all his might at the young adult. But somehow, just as he was about to pierce his flesh, he would escape death with a vanish.
CLANG!
BLOCK!
DODGE
WEAVE!
SHOULDER BASH!
SLICE!
SWING!-
BOOM!!!
"Damn!" The assassin cursed before phasing to the fighter's location as they continued to brawl. The fight started to damage the nearby apartments as holes were bored into homes and such.
AL had punched a hole into an apartment with a woman taking a bath after missing the hitman as he dodged.
...
...
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
She looked at him with a surprised and terrified gaze before letting out a shriek.
DUCK!
UPPERCUT!
"GUK!" The silver-eyed attacker guttered, being launched into the air.
JUMP!
SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE SLICESLICESLICESLICESLICESLICE!!!
BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK!!!
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
The dark-skinned man looked away, taken aback before ducking and uppercutting the chin of the assassin, sending him in the air as AL jumped behind him.
They sailed high into the air as the assassin regained his bearings and they continued to fight.
STRIKE!
EXPLODE!
TWIRL!
"FUCK-"
SLASH!!!
CRASH!!!
BOOM!
"AUGH!"
They scuffled until the assassin got a good hit on AL by pinpointing his shoulder with another strike, which made it explode again as made the fire user twirl in the air violently before slashing his midsection onto the rooftop of the complex.
SKID!!!
TUMBLE!
HALT...
AL skidded once he landed on the rooftop while tumbling before coming to a halt and picking himself up just before he fell off the other side of the complex, into moving traffic.
CLENCH!
BLEED!
The assassin landed on the roof of the complex soon after with a gust as the dust moved from the fire user's crash site. AL held his shoulder as it would begin to bleed once more.
It didn't hurt as much as it did the first time the wound was placed, but it would start to feel kind of numb, and become difficult to move, which was NOT something he wanted right now.
"That arm should be limp by now. Guess you're not as much of a weakling as I thought. Hats off to you." The assassin complimented before his eyes narrowed.
"If I had one. You just had to knock the fedora off. Fiery fuck." The assassin grimaced.
"I'm surprised you now noticed. It's not like we've been fighting for a while or something." AL stated sarcastically.
"Nope. It's more like your carcass being thrown into a cremator." The assassin related as he had hostility in his tone.
"I'm using fire to fight you, that shit ain't gonna work. And dude, what the fuck. I thought it was my body in different cities." AL clarified.
"...That's what you're concerned about? At least you're acknowledging the consistency of your defeat." The assassin deadpanned.
"Gotta stay consistent, even if you're persistent. You're already fucking up my fap hand bro-" AL explained with a slightly peeved expression as he voiced his struggle with targeting his handy dandy helper.
How was he gonna empty the cache? Too bad he was cut off both figuratively and literally.
"I'm going to slit your throat so you can't say anymore retardation."
"SEI!"
ZOOM!!!
The assassin decided as he zoomed towards the fighter, scythe reeled with the whitish aura of his increased speed as he yelled out in conviction.
BURN!
BOOST!!!
"And I'll fuck you up, smart-ass!" AL responded as he clenched his other hand as he boosted through the soles of his feet to increase his speed as he cocked back his fist. It had the propulsion of flames behind the elbow as well for that extra oomph as it caught ablaze.
They closed the distance as they threw their attacks.
IMPACT!!!
SHOCKWAVE!!!
CLASH!
RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE!!!
The sickle blade and AL's fist collided as the two would cause a mini tremor from the force of impact, as well as a shockwave that was the cause of that tremor as they contested.
It was so concentrated and tremendous, that when their respective weapon hands were blown back, so were they.
BLOWBACK!
"!" The assassin's eyes widened in shock.
"!" AL's expression morphed into awe.
ZOOM!
SMASH!!!
PUNCTURE!
The assassin was rocketed back a few buildings, flying at breakneck speeds until he had hit a water tank about a block away as he went straight through it.
SLAM!
SHUT!
He then fell in between two apartments buildings before landing in a dumpster with the lid closing on him.
AL meanwhile, was blasted away, spiraling through the air as all of the propulsion basically backfired on the fighter as he sailed back in the opposite direction as hard as he would have hit the assassin.
WOOSH!
CRASH!!!
FALL!
SPLASH!!!
He smashed right through a billboard before landing in a water fountain at a quiet park a block away as well.
CLUTCH!
It took a couple of seconds, but AL grabbed onto the fountain as he pulled himself out of the water fountain.
AL gasped for air.
He was bruised, scratched, bleeding and wet. The hand he used to punch the assassin would have a nasty gash on the knuckles and fingers that slowly started to hurt less and less, but for the moment hurt like a bitch. He pulled himself out of the water fountain and leaped back onto the building tops with his inhuman leg strength.
LEAP!
LAND!
He use his sensory abilities to sense the assassin's KI as soon as he landed on the roof.
KICK!
RICOCHET!
SKID!
SCREECH!
SCREEEEECH!
"REOOOOW!"
"My leg!" A random voice cried out in horror.
Elsewhere, the hired killer kicked the dumpster open as the lid ricocheted around the alley before sliding into moving traffic, causing the screeching of cars and the hissing of a cat.
WALL JUMP!
WALL JUMP!
WALL JUMP!
LAND!
He hopped out of the trash can as he jumped from wall to wall before backflipping onto the building tops again. He then checked his watch.
BLOCK!
SHOCKWAVE!
"I put a tracking device on him when we exchanged blows. I have ended him before he-" The assassin wouldn't have time to finish before he used his sickle to parry a powerful propulsion kick from AL.
KNOCKBACK!
A shockwave emitted from the block as the assassin was pushed back.
TWIRL!
AURA!
VANISH!!!
The hitman twirled his sickle as he made a snigger before activating his aura again as he vanished.
DROPDROPDROPDROP!
RATTLE!
ROLL...!
AL was everything but focused as he stood there trying to sense where the hitman would come from. As he stood there, the ball compartment from the hired killer's sickle would drop some smaller balls as well.
GAS!
This no doubt caused some concern in AL as he looked at them for a quick second before focusing on the opponent. But the balls sprayed tear gas from themselves not a second later, causing AL to become distracted as he would be wide open.
"Son of a bitch!" AL shut his eyes as they burned.
This is when the assassin took his opportunity to strike as he would then slash the leg, the back, the chest, and the other arm of AL.
SLASH!
HACK!
SLICE!
CHOP!
ZIP!
The fighter had gotten himself in a bind as blood spewed from his body as he was cut all over.
...
SWING!
SWOOSH!!!
But then AL began to dodge the blows!
The assassin narrowed his eyes as he continued to slash and slice at the warrior, not slowing down for a second to stay unaffected by the gas as he tried to land that decisive blow on the fighter. But alas...
WEAVE!!!
SWING!
DUCK!!!
OVERHEAD!
SIDESTEP!!!
SWISH!
AL had become too fast for the strikes of the assassin as he easily dodged his attacks, thanks to his form's ability.
ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
He delivered a roundhouse kick that sent the assassin flying and would then come out the tear gas with his eyes closed, albeit it irritating him like a certain flying fairy.
"Tch!" The assassin gritted his teeth as he was sent into another building top.
LEAP!
He began to pursue the stranger as the silver-haired contract killer tried to shake him as he recovered, sidestepped, and maneuvered.
But AL kept on him.
WALL RUN!
ZOOM!
WALL RUN!
BOOST!!!
FIREBALLS!!!
"How the hell is he keeping up with me?! Isn't he blind?!" The assassin asked himself as he would run on the wall on the buildings on a busy street, only for AL to jump off of the building tops and use his hand to keep him in the air with constant propulsion of fire to keep himself elevated and stable as he threw fireballs at the assassin as he too ran on the side of the buildings.
EXPLODE!
SHATTER!
EXPLODE!
SHATTER!
EXPLODE!
SHATTER!
They shattered windows as they exploded on contact. The assassin then decided to take it back to a more quiet place as he realized that AL wasn't one to reel back on populated areas, which for some reason sounded morally conflicting to the assassin.
But hey, he was a ruthless assassin so what did he care about altruistic morality.
CRIES OF TERROR!
VANISH!!!
BOOST!
WOOSH!!!
The grey-eyed man vanished once more as AL then took to the skies as the screams of citizens could be heard from below as they saw two blurs and some explosions, which was all that was needed to scare the life out of them.
REAPPEAR!...
The hitman reappeared on the top of an apartment complex adjacent to the target one as he had dashed through the city and landed back on near the place he was supposed to be.
"That guy. He could follow me, while even blinded. If that's the case then he must be using his energy to sense me. No other way, since he's a fighter." The hired killer deduced as AL had landed in front of him, his eyes still shut.
"Found ya. I'm gonna kick the shit outta you, y'know. AL threatened as he approached the assassin.
PRESS!
UNLATCH!
"Too bad I'm gonna kill you before that happens, you scorched numbskull." The silver-haired opponent uttered his comeback as he threw forward the handle of his sickle after he pressed a button.
SIDESTEP!-
GRAZE!
The sickle then converted to its kusarigama state as the blade launched towards AL. Tha afro warrior sidestepped as the blade grazed his cheek.
DASH!
JUMP!
The hitman pulled the chain to the side as it followed AL.
KICK!
"Ack!" AL cried out.
YANK!
WHOOSH!
BOOST!!!
DODGE!
TEAR!
AL quickly ran towards the assassin in hopes of the blade hitting him, but the assassin jumped onto the air and kick the fighter in the back of the head as he yanked the blade towards the fighter with AL boosting himself to the ground, falling flat just to avoid the blade as it sailed through his ripped jacket.
"!-" The flame user reacted to the hitman's maneuver.
SWING!!!
ROLL!
SMASH!!!
The blade cut through the air as they both watched in suspense. The hired killer then brought down the blade as AL rolled to narrowly avoid being butchered by it.
BLAST!
DODGE!
SWING!
DODGE!
FIREBALL!
DODGE!
REEL!
DODGE!
AL then tried throwing some more fireballs and KI blasts at his opponent, who just dodged them all as he brought his kusarigama blade to slash the man as the two weaved and dodged their enemy's attacks.
FIREBALLS!!!
DODGE! DODGE! DODGE! DODGE! DODGE!
SWING!
WEAVE!
SLASH!
DUCK!
REEL!
FLIP!
YANK!
SLIDE!
SWING!
LEAP!
SLAM!!!
The battle rose in intensity as the assassin barely dodged a torrent of fireballs from AL as the latter would be weaving, flipping, and ducking the blade from the outstretched kusarigama as it kept him on his toes.
BLEED!...
AL began to bleed out as his wounds started to burn, even when his defense had gone up so much that they shouldn't.
He was beginning to exhaust his flames as they had been fighting for the past hour minutes and neither one was giving up.
The assassin on the other hand wouldn't have had a more battle-centric fight like this in a good while, he might even say not since in his early days did he see someone challenge him like this.
He was wildly pulling and directing the kusarigama with all his strength as he dodged the fireballs as he tried to get that one decisive hit on the man.
SWING!
DODGE!
SLASH!
DODGE!
OVERHEAD SWING!!
DODGE!!
ZIG ZAG SLASH!!
DODGE!!
SWEEPING SLASH!!!
DODGE!!!
SPORADIC SWING!!!
DODGE!!!
But he was foiled as AL then ran straight to him once more, dodging the swings as he ceased his fireballs.
"That trick isn't going to work no matter how much you try it!" The assassin yelled as he got ready to strike the flame user again.
LEAP!!!
But AL sprang into the air this time as he then outstretched both his hands in front of him.
He then yelled:
"Flaring Blazer!"
BLAST!!!
Then from AL's hands, a large yellow-orange orb of energy that was engulfed in wild flames came forth as he shot it down at the assassin.
RETRACT!
AURA!!!!
OUTSTRETCH!
"Is he mad?!" The assassin asked himself as he powered up his white aura as he retracted his kusarigama and tried to deflect his attack.
He outstretched his hands to block the attack.
He didn't need the warrior accidentally blowing up the entire building and making him noticed by the authorities any more than the people that already saw the two of them.
But he unknowingly fell for the trick that AL had set up for him, and didn't notice until he turned around while he was pushing back the attack and saw AL with a reeled back with a Vulcan Knuckle with the flaring propulsion of flames behind his elbow.
"Wha-!"
AL then drove his fist forward as he yelled.
"Vulcan Knuckle: Overdrive!"
BOOM!!!
He clocked the assassin in the spine as he caused a heatwave and a large explosion as the Flaring Blazer and the Vulcan Knuckle had collided together, with the assassin's body sandwiched in between the two SP Skills. This rocked the entire block as even Nebula and the others would have felt a slight rumble, in contrast to the violent shaking at the source of the attack.
BAKOOOOOOM!!!
RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!"
The hired killer let out a blood-curdling scream as he was taking the brunt of all the damage as AL drove his fist further into the heating sphere of destruction he created to take down the hitman.
FLASH!!!
The area illuminated a bright orange as the complex that they were in turned orange from the radiance of the explosion.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!'' The assassin continued to yell.
...
...
...
When the light had finally died down, the results of the blast were clearly visible.
AL saw that the hitman sustained way more damage from that one setup than the entire fight so far.
His face was finally scratched, cut, and bruised as blood was present from his nose and mouth.
His trench coat had been burned off, revealing his turtleneck which had visible burn and scratch marks as it was still smoldering and smoking from the last attack as his pants were burnt as well, with some smoke coming off of it with scratches and tears.
His combat boots emitted smoke as they steamed for a bit before the boots cooled down. His body was full of burns and scratches from the two powerful attacks he had just tanked.
But the part of him that got it the worst was his back. There was a visible mark of impact as a nasty burn mark could be seen right in the center of his back paired with countless bloody scratches as the turtleneck was fully burned off in that area.
A look of venom was shot AL's way as the fire user would snigger back at the assassin.
"Would you look at that. Didn't want to cause any damage that would be lead back to you, so you held the blast. Which was the perfect time for me to get some good hits and bring attention to us. You fell hook, line and sinker for it, Mr. Assassin." AL taunted as he laughed and cracked his knuckles to calm his bubbling nerves.
The gushing of blood from cracking one set was not missed by him as the pain snapped him back to reality.
The assassin simply wiped the blood from his mouth as he then took a charred handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it before putting it back in.
"And you're a pretty boy too? My goddess that's unheard of. Well, the only thing that'll make it even more cliché now is if you work for ASIC or something." The dark skinned warrior said, dripping with sarcasm.
The assassin smirked at him, making AL pout.
FLAMES!
"They gave you the contract. Of course they did." AL grimaced as he flexed his muscles, making the flaming aura return to him.
STANCE!
"Now I gotta kick your ass and let you live so you can tell me who sent you!" He changed his objective as he got in a stance as his aura burned through the night.
STANCE!
"Kick who's ass, now?" The assassin retorted as he put his kusarigama at his side back in its sickle form before he got into a stance of his own.
"Since you like punching and kicking things, it's only fair if I do the same to you. Last time I did, your shoulder exploded." He taunted.
"YOUR FACE IS WHAT'S GONNA EXPLODE NEXT, PRETTY BOY!" AL yelled as he propelled himself forward.
"I HAVE THE POWER OF THE PLOT AND ANIME ON MY SIDE!"
"What the fuck-" The hitman questioned the spectacle, only to be cut off.
SNAP KICK!!!
BLOCK!!!
FISSURE!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" AL roared a battle cry as he threw a snap kick at the assassin, who used his arm to block, causing the side of the building roof that he blocked on to crack.
GRAB!
SLAM!!!
CRASH!!
The silver-eyed assassin grabbed the extended foot with his other hand, before swinging AL around. The afro warrior was slammed into the ground with a hard crash as he landed.
BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK-BAK!!!
As AL landed on the ground, he was pummeled by a flurry of quick punches from the assassin as his skull was indented deeper and deeper into the ground.
PUNCH!
REAR!
BREAK THROUGH!!!
The assassin took his hand and brought it down towards AL's face for another blow. AL barely moved his beaten head as the hand sailed through and hashed his cheek, and broke into the house of an old man watching some... Research.
"Holy smokes, what in the mighty twin tails of Lady Noire?!" The old man yelled in fright as he had been scared half to death by the phantom hand as he removed his hand in fear.
HEADBUTT!
AL used the opportunity of him missing to headbutt the assassin, causing him to fall back onto his feet as he held his nose. It was now bent awkwardly as AL advanced.
"Mother fucker!" The hitman coarsely cursed as he reeled back in pain.
RIGHT HOOK!!!
STAGGER!
AL went for a hook, that successfully connected as the assassin staggered from the blow.
CROSS PUNCH!
He followed up with a cross punch that would hit as well as the silver-haired fighter was pushed back again.
"Ptoo!" The hitman spat out some blood.
SWING!
WEAVE!
BACK PUNCH!
SPIN KICK!
ZOOM!
HIGH KICK!
KICK!!!
But he missed the third time as the assassin weaved the next blow before back punching AL with his increased speed, leading into a spin kick in the side of the abdomen before high kicking him in the chin as he dashed to orient himself before executing the move, and then piston kicking him square the chest.
BLOODY EXPLOSION!
AL was launched into the air before his chest exploded with blood a few seconds later.
"Uwak!-"
THUD!
"GYAAAAAAAGH!" AL vomited blood as he landed on his back.
FIREBALLS!!!
VANISH!
PHASE!
AFTERIMAGE!
He winced before shooting multiple fireballs at the grey grey-haired who just phased and dodged them all as he walked towards him as he now regained control of the fight.
SMOKESCREEN!
PROPELL!!!
AL then let out a less powerful heat heat-back, in the form of a smokescreen as he gained some distance as he shakily got to his feet and shuffled back.
...
...
STAND...!
He lost a lot of blood by now, definitely.
Meanwhile, his enemy had only begun to get hurt. He dropped to a knee out of fatigue as his vision blurred.
"No... Not yet..!" AL told himself as he would then get back up, only to see the silver-haired boy smirking up at him, which made AL show a face of surprise and fear.
He had already moved past his smokescreen!
"What-?!"
"Hokuto Ragan Geki!" The hitman yelled out, as he stated his SP Skill.
PALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALM!!!
PALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALM!!!
PALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALM!!!
PALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALM!!!
PALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALM!!!
PALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALMPALM!!!
The grey-haired man thrust his palms at an incredibly quick speed, even for his enhanced speed, which meant he was actually exerting power as he thrust his palms into the body of AL.
The fighter attempted to block the strikes with what energy he had left as he covered his body in KI, but he would be overwhelmed if the assault continued for much longer.
PALM!!!
IMPACT!
SKID!!!
"C-Crap...!" AL muttered as he skidded.
With a final thrust of the palm, AL was shot towards the edge of the building. He turned around and see that the building next to them, where Nebula was sitting, had smoked the entire roll and was now just out of it.
That bastard smoked the whole blunt! But he had bigger problems!...
PALM!
BLOCK!
"Where are you looking at, you fool!" The long-haired assassin yelled as AL blocked just in time to avoid a thrust of the palm that caused his forearm to burn in pain.
"Urgh...!" AL grunted in pain as he looked at the assassin.
"Hoooooooooo...!'' The hitman channeled his energy.
The silver-haired opponent made a sound as if he were powering up, the white aura from him becoming slightly more bright as his power was being revealed to the fighter.
AURA!!!
'If he attacks me like that again, I'll die for sure..! I have to put everything I have left to endure this attack!' AL thought as he would brace for the attack, his aura bursting to life as he would be using the last of his energy.
FLAMES!
He was covered in flames as he would turn into a literal man on fire, his flames his fortress of defense. The grey-haired assassin would waste no time as he rushed forward with a flurry of pinpoint strikes as he raised his voice to its limit.
POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE
POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE
POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE
POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE
POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE
POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE
POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE!!!
"ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA...HO WATA!!!"
The grey-haired assassin landed the last blow as he let out a final cry as he lowered his hands. He then showed his back as he looked straight forward.
The flames that acted like armor would be flaring extremely brightly getting hotter by the second, almost mimicking a superheated metal at how hot they were increasing in heat.
"Was that supposed to do something...? Or did you flop?" AL asked as he scratched the back of his head.
Then it clicked.
"Omae wa mou..." The assassin began as he turned his head to face AL as his grey eyes locked on to his flaming figure.
"Wait a minute... I know this meme format! You son of a-"
"Shinderiu." He finished as he had now turned around completely, his index finger outstretched and pointed at AL as he twisted his body to look at him with a pose mimicking the famous fighter. He had shadows under his eyes as he menacingly pointed to the flame man.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
DISPELL!
BLOODY EXPLOSION!
"UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!" AL writhed in agony as the flames were shredded, and so did most of his body.
He watched as the entire front side of his body violently be torn apart from the inside as his body was flung over the road which was well lit, getting the people below to see a bloody man flying over them, unknowing of the situation.
AL may have very well died, if it weren't for the flame armor he conjured at the last second. It had dispelled and taken most of the damage, but he most likely couldn't move too much anymore.
His muscles had exploded from the force of the internal explosions as blood trailed from his mouth. He could barely maintain his consciousness and barely felt any pain from his Burning Fever suppressing it, but by far it was from him to assume that he wasn't in deep shit.
LAND!-
TUMBLE!
SKID!...
The fighter skidded on his back the rooftop as he left a trail of blood as he did.
COUGH!...
He coughed up some more, (Where does he keep getting it from?) as he slowly pushed himself up.
LAND!...
He slowly muttered whatever will to live he had left and crawled to the edge of the building and grabbed it as he pulled. He then turned around to see the assassin landing on the rooftop.
CLICK!
"You should be dead by now. Let's fix that." The assassin voiced his expectations as he took out his sickle and changed it into a kusarigama.
AL finally reached over the edge to see that Nebula had worn off the effects of the zoot and was now looking off into the distance. He was chilling out, rather bored as he checked his watch.
"Wonder why AL isn't back yet... Maybe I should go see he didn't fall and can't get up." Nebula chuckled at his joke say as he got up and stretched, smoke coming from his mouth as he said so.
ROLL!
CLANG!!!
AL sensed the kusarigama blade being thrown and mustered all his strength just to move enough to not be killed.
"Argh!"
He hissed as he was now in even more pain, as the bleeding had reached a profuse level.
He then saw his friend walking away. His only hope, walking away. The flame user wasted no time as he called for help in the most ironic way possible at that moment.
"NEBULA, I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!" AL shrieked with all he had as Nebula turned around and looked for the source of the voice.
"AL?! Where the hell are you-!" Nebula looked up and saw his friend giving him a scared and frantic look from the rooftop.
ROLL!
CLING!!!
"AGH!"
AL rolled to the opposite side while wallowing in pain as the kusarigama missed, again.
YANK!
"Stay still, shut up, and DIE ALREADY! " The assassin yelled in irritation as he went for the kill by bringing down the kusarigama again for the third and final time.
AL could only look back, as he saw the blade be brought down upon him.
"!"
He no longer had the strength to move or let alone look away as he had effectively become paralyzed from fatigue without even feeling it.
Fear was a big factor as well, but fatigue was the final nail in the coffin. He stared down the incoming death flag as he was getting ready to see his metaphorical game over the screen...
VANISH!
GRAB!
...Until he didn't.
As if the power of his goddess, or rather his goldy friend and anime clichés themselves had really answered his battle cry (Which they did), Nebula clutched the blade of the kusarigama as he appeared from a vanish of his own as he caught the blade and skidded a few feet from AL.
SKID!
AL gazed in relief and surprise as the assassin looked on in rage and futility as Nebula clutched the hitman's weapon.
"Sup." Was all that came from the adventurer's mouth as he held the blade in his hand.
"Nebula..." The assassin spat out as he glared at him, and then his downed friend.
"You made it just in time... Neb..." AL groaned as he winced in the unbearable pain that he was in. Burning Fever or not, your insides being ruptured did not feel good on any day of the week, especially if left untreated like amid battle.
"You look terrible." Nebula stated the obvious.
"I... feel terrible. And my ears burn." AL responded as he held his blood-spilling wounds.
"Too bad all you two will be feeling is oblivion by the time I'm done with the lot of you!"
YANK!!!
The assassin cut into their conversation as he pulled back the kusarigama from Nebula's grip.
GRAVITY!!!
CLUTCH!
He aimed for AL's wounded body to finish the job. But what he didn't account for was the gravity that pull the blade back to Nebula's hand as he caught the blade again.
"!" The hitman widened his eyes as his weapons trail was interrupted by nothing. To him, at least.
...
...
...
"...Hax." AL pointed out.
"You do know I'm saving your life, right?" Nebula deadpanned.
"Point." The wounded man remembered and responded.
"How the hell did you do that?!" The hitman demanded as he tried to pull the blade back, but it wouldn't budge.
"I'd tell you, but then you'd understand the gravity of the situation." Nebula punned, the grey-eyed hired killer being met with his mission target.
The battle had begun to experience turnabout as the two stood, and AL laid bleeding on the floor.
A/N:
Heya there, reader!
If you're seeing this, this is a rewrite of the chapter, just to correct some repetition, fix some spelling errors, and improve the spelling quality, especially in the earlier chapters.
So remember, italics and bold is going for gold.
That fight was something. But as with all fights, there is a wild card. And our wild card happens to be a stoner god, so there.
Now onto some comments.
AmethystPone - Yeah, that would spam is a problem. I'm picking them out and changing the wording as I revise my chapters. So expect less excessive repetitions of would in the future. Also, I'll try to skip over filler fight scenes.
IsekaiFanBoi - Tis but a flesh wound indeed. Now somebody's leg is gone!
Guest - ゴゴゴゴ!!!
Arrivederci.
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