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A moment of silence...
For anyone that thought our local vermin bit the bullet.
"...Is that it?" He looked at the assassin, blatant neutrality on his face, being more insulting than a mocking tone.
"He survived?!" Gust was taken aback by the result of the shot. So much so, that she almost lost her grip and scrambled to regain solid footing.
"..." MAGES.'s reaction was less vocal, and visual than the alchemist, yet her hat covered her eyes, giving her a semi-menacing look.
"What?!"
BOOM!
BOOM!
A shocked expression was shown on the assassin's face as he pulled the trigger a second time.
"...!"
GLOW!
Intently watching, he applied his aura onto the body of Warechu, slowing down his perception to observe what exactly occurred during the contact of the bullets.
They pierced through the skin, and flesh of the rat's body, yet they didn't cause him to flinch at all. Instead, they almost instantly regenerated as the metal was lodged within, and probably just existing within his body instead of causing damage.
Speeding him back up to normal, some more words were exchanged.
"That felt like if someone poked me really hard twice in the skull, chu."
SPLURT!
"!?"
"!?"
"That's metal!"
Described the ASIC member as he dug into his head. The adults in the vicinity reacted accordingly ranging from startling surprise to murderous shock. Gust just blurted out her opinion on Warechu searching for his remaining brain cells, digging deep for their sheer lack.
"Literally. Though being a metal head ain't what it cracked up to be, I'll tell you that, kid."
Ignoring that he was giving himself a craniotomy procedure, he fished out three of the bullets from his brain, further dismissing the fact that they were covered in blood, as well as the side of his head.
"Take these back. You definitely need them more than I do, chu." Offering the shells, Gris viewed the handing of his own bullets as he was still processing what was transported in the back of his mind.
"..." Grabbing the ammo, he held it in his hand as the rat furry walked away, opening his captor's hand before he moved.
"Ain't that something? You can't even kill a rat. I really hope killing people isn't your job. Because you'd suck donkey dick!-"
BLAM!
"...!"
An explosive punch cut off the ranting rodent, as the edge lord appeared beside him from sheer speed, even his electromagnetic radar could barely register before a right hook from left field lambasted his jawline.
Topping things off, unbeknownst to the others, he reverted the bullets into their unused state before squeezing the casings upon contact to create a condensed explosion that burned the face of the mutant, utilizing the gunpowder in the rounds to inflict some nasty burns.
"I don't know which one was worse, you thinking that burns or me thinking you'd understand it doesn't burn." Spitting out some blood, the burns on the face of the bowl-cut grunt.
'His regeneration is impressive, yet he shows no signs of pain...' Narrowing his eyes, the hired killer mentally noted the observations collected so far.
"That's a given, considering you plunged your hand into your head not too long ago. Should've probably fixed that, smartass." Responded the GPU as he reminded his foe of the self-inflicted injury.
"Right, chu! When you can't feel anything pain-related, it gets hard to track injuries on your person. On the plus side, my healing factor becomes near-instant since it doesn't have to register the stimulus. Pretty neat, if I do say so myself, chu." Explained the mutated rat as he scratched the area on his heat that was newly healed.
To boot, ALL of his injuries from the previous battle were a memory, having explained the process of his improved regeneration as a live demonstration was taking place simultaneously.
"No wonder my student was defeated..." MAGES. looked to the unconscious form of Domio, in her arms as her eyes were filled with pity.
"Not feeling pain isn't always a good thing, rat." Warning his opponent, Gris' mouth curled in a barely noticeable smile, as he reloaded the gun with the ethereal glow that his temporal aura gave from on the weapon. "You just might miss something important." He continued.
"Such as?" Testing the theory, Warechu inquired.
VANISH!...
"Oh boy..."
After asking his question, the assassin vanished to which the furry's eyes widened before shifting as he looked around. His EM radar helped him keep a rough track of the whereabouts of his new enemy but such speed was not easily tracked. Only the sounds of steps every so often in random areas around the battlefield gave way to the rat's perception, but alas, sound was something the hitman's velocity far exceeded.
"Don't mix things up, chump!" Shouted the rat as he looked around, constantly shifting on his feet to avoid exposing a blindside for too long, minimizing the chances of being exploited in a strategic sense. "Just because I'm exempt from pain doesn't equate to the sensation of touch!" Upon clarifying his ability, the rat smiled, confident in his security, thinking that his technique was unbeatable.
BFFT!
"I figured as much."
"Ack!"
Yelling in surprise, a hand was on his exposed shoulder as Gris reappeared with a sound of distortion alongside his showing. Blitzing his usage of time stop via using it for movement allowed for pseudo-teleportation which put the deity off Wacrechu's EM radar AND mutated earshot. Having his hand on the rodent's shoulder, the ASIC member immediately reeled.
"How the hell did you move so fast?!" Demanded the rat.
"How the hell did you keep your shoulder?" Gris answered the question, with a question.
"Wait, what-"
...RIPPLE...!
EXPLODE!
His shoulder moved very oddly, a disturbing amount of motion found in the muscle was seen before it internally ruptured to the point of a bloody explosion.
"Hokuto Shinken: Kin'niku o Kudaku Ken."
"Such violence!..."
"Glad I wasn't there to get that on me."
The witnesses commented on the loss of muscle as Warechu's eyes darted to his destroyed and mutilated area where his left shoulder used to be.
"Oh no. Anyways, I have a banana." Looking to the exchanged weapon after heeding the vacant area of flesh, he focused on the yellow fruit.
"Why don't you take a bite." Offered the manslayer.
"..." Staring at the consumable, he peeled the skin.
But instead of the pale yellow color of the fruit itself, he was face to face with the muzzle of a G40. It glowed with the white energy of the assassin's nature.
BOOM!...
"That was on purpose, wasn't it?" A deadpan look to the silver-eyed killer was bestowed by the mutant as the shell crumpled into the shape of a cent as it was stuck to his forehead before his hair covered the round. Having his guard up instinctively let the bullet's own momentum crush itself on his skin instead of aimlessly passing through like last time to see what would happen.
"I'm surprised you actually peeled the banana. Yet, lack of pain serves to rid any consequence. Not like you'd care, which is my point exactly." Articulated the assassin.
"Perhaps his ignorance of pain gives him the illusion of invulnerability," Atley suggested. MAGES. also took note of the watch, having looked around before seeing the assassin looking down at his watch for a brief enough moment for her to see where the voice came from.
"Perhaps." Mimicking the visage of a certain smug cow, he looked at the mutant rat.
"Speaking of which, you should probably fix your shoulder. Your regeneration is dependent on your concentration."
"Why are you telling him how to not die?!" Gust yelled from her branch with comical saucers and furrowed brows, the reasoning flying over her head entirely. Enemies didn't help each other, they killed each other, right?
"Because you're supposed to help those with special needs. Warechu can't feel his brain cells dying." Bantered the hitman.
"And you can feel yours?" Rebutted the rat.
"Mine don't. That is the difference between you and me." Sniggered the man.
"That's it. It's time to beat you to a pulp!" Snarled the rat. "You're gonna learn your place, chump."
"Shiver me timbers! A furry's gonna assault me! Aaah!" Exaggerated fear mocked the mutated lab rat's words, several ticks forming on the bowl-cut boy's head.
"I AM NOT A FURRY!"
"And we're not blind." MAGES. quipped.
"If you're not a furry, I am not a loli~" Gust teased the ASIC member.
"SO YOU ARE A CHILD!" Pointed the assassin. He received a raspberry as compensation.
"Sources indicate that the opponent is in a state of cognitive dissonance. Studies recommend-"
"SHUT UP ALREADY, CHU!" Raved the rodent mutation.
"...That's bullshit." Murmured the Loweaan in his sleep. Tossing to the side, he turned his nose away to direct it away from the linguistic nonsense.
To be fair, even I call you a furry, Warechu.
"Even the unconscious and FUCKING meta agree. Say hi to everyone on e621 for me, Pikachu's edgy bootleg." Gestured the hired killer.
"I AM GOING TO DULL THIS EDGE LORD UNTIL HE LOOKS LIKE A BUTTER KNIFE!"
"Well, Atley, I guess he IS vulnerable to emotional damage." A satisfied smirk was etched into the morally ambiguous man.
"Looks like he's furrious. Things might get hairy from here on out." Further taunting the rodent, he prepared for a battle.
SWING!-
VRR!...
Activating his blade, he effortlessly healed his arm as the electronic hum lingered in the air in response to the purposefully terrible puns.
"Don't bring a knife to a gunfight. Seems the saying is lost on you." Pointing his enemy's gun at his foe, Gris berated his adversary.
"Lose deez nuts in your face." Spat the rat.
"Just like your mother." Rebuked the assassin. "Wait, she's a pest. I take that back, your mother is a prime candidate for rabies, salmonella-"
- Gris Versus Warechu -
LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!
BOOM!-
BANG!-
PANG!
BOOM!-
BANG!-
PANG!
BOOM!-
BANG!-
PANG!
Both combatants fired their guns at each other, bullets tearing through the air and zooming to their targets. When they reached the dead center of the space between the two, the shells smashed into each other and crumpled before flying in random directions each encounter.
STATIC!-
VOOP!
"...Eh?"
Warechu disappeared in an almost warp-like sound, the wind around him bending to his speed, catching even the Mad Magician off-guard.
REAPP-
POINT!...
Not even moving his head, his eyes looked to the side moments before the furry reappeared, as both gunmen had their pistols jammed into each other's foreheads. Even going to the extent to reappear from a flying state to have the height advantage, yet the arm span of the hired killer was just enough to press the muzzle at the rodent's temple.
BOOM!-
BANG!-
-VANISH!
But both parties evaded the bullets, far slower than them as the shells simply flew into adjacent objects, Gris' bullet slamming into a tree and boring a deep hole, and Warechu's causing a large rock to fragment from the top.
REAPPEAR!
BANG!
VOOF!-
BOOM!
REAPPEAR!-
BOOM!
VOOP!-
Sliding into existence, the long-haired deity manifested for a brief instance before dematerializing upon the sound of gunfire with his superior perception, this being mirrored by Warechu who mimicked his mannerisms as his ears allowed him to long identify and let him pinpoint the direction before dodging with astounding agility. This was repeated many times as numerous afterimages were left briefly from their show of velocity, the eyes of the Mad Magician and the loli alchemist failing to even lock onto the location of a few of them, let alone all of them, let alone their real positions.
Again, only the presence of bullets colliding with the momentary positions of the edge lords was observable to the two conscious humans as they watched with intent, or at least attempted to observe what was going on with little success.
"The Wild West was tamer than what's going on right now."
WHOOSH!...
POW!...
PEW!...
Comedic swirls in the girl's eyes, Gust had long given up attempting to decipher the hectic mess of raw speed that both parties exhibited, only dozens of dust and dirt pockets with rock fragments being kicked up any evidence of their definitive existence.
"Their bullets are increasing in speed." Picked up the Mad Magician, her own eyes darting like a pinball to gauge the locations, velocity, acceleration, and entry point of the only realistically visible objects in the meteoric combat.
"W-What?!" Trying her hardest to see the two, her eyes squinted, before widening in realization.
...RUMBLE!
BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!
Their handguns imitating a fire rate miniguns could only dream off, and their semi-automatic functions being pushed to near-breaking point, legions and armies of bullets struck the floor to such an extent that 'rain of bullets' was the only apt descriptor. Even the ground trembled from the number of projectiles present, as MAGES. analytical skills proved reliable in conjunction with the magnitude of the resulting observation.
APPEAR!-
REAPPEAR!-
"Vari."
The gun in the furry's had glowed after he uttered an SP Skill, after becoming visible and aiming at a now visible Gris as he stood on the ground with his own gun aimed at him.
"Accel."
BZZT!
THOOM!
From the glowing Glock banana, an augmented round of electricity that was the result of the metal being melted and converted into pure plasma raced at a margin of a few milliseconds from the glowing Deagle's shining as its round was under the temporal tampering effect of the assassin's aura, causing it to move ludicrously faster than normal, matching the opposing shell in speed.
PAK!-
BA-KOOM!
FWOOSH!
"Kyaaaaa!"Screamed Gust as she held on to the branch for dear life with the winds becoming boisterous and violent as an explosive result ensued from their expected collision.
"Tch!..."
NYOOM...!
Having to balance both her broomstick and Domio was challenging, but the Mad Magician managed to do so, thanks to flying up, which from a mathematical perspective increased the amount of distance enough to make the shockwave of the clash manageable.
CLICK!...
"... And I'm out of ammo." Groaned the flying furry as his wings flapped periodically.
"I expected it to happen a little later, but after that stunt we did, it was expected." Explained the hitman.
"What was?"
"Your ammunition. Originally, since the power was tied to me, I could virtually fire an endless amount of bullets. Yet with you, only a certain amount, although extended could be used instead. Then increasing the fire rate and your Vari basically dissipated any remaining SP left by my residual energy." Informed Gris as he spun his gun around his finger the entire time.
"Shit." Muttered the experiment.
"Rat shit?" Raising a slender brow, the hired killer knew what he was doing.
"Fuck you."
"Beastiality is illegal."
"Burn." The voice of the alchemist was heard in the background, echoing from her position.
TOSS!
Punting the empty weapon, the member of ASIC threw the empty Glock at the assassin.
"Thank y-"
SHATTER!-
EXTEND!
"-Ou piece of fucking shit." Grimaced the assassin, his weapon destroyed.
Warechu threw the empty firearm as a distraction before extending his bio-blade as it cut through the weapon with no difficulty, reaching the hitman's location with haste.
"At least it wasn't the watch."
GRAB!...
CRACKLE!
His anger faded before making contact with the blade, his bare hand grabbing it's edge and tip with white static being ejected from his hand, dancing around the appendage and preventing further extension from the ASIC rat.
BOOM!
BOOM!
His gun still glowing with the buff of increased temporal fire rate, the glowing shots zipped through the air.
"My eyes!" A blinded Warechu, his sockets blown out from even the back of his skull with two prominent bullet holes screamed in registration rather than suffering as he gritted his teeth in annoyance from the (ironically) perceived inconvenience.
"Didn't see that one coming. Rats have terrible eyesight anyway like you were ever going to use them properly." Another animal tidbit was dropped in the form of an insult from the silver-haired assassin.
BOOM!-
PHASE...!
TWIST!
SWING!-
Retracting the blade, the furry rushed the edge lord with a flank tactic, using his wings to boost his speed in a predictable charge before an afterimage passed through the hitman, as his afterimage materialized as it turned around once fully solid to attack Gris' back with an overhead slash as his eyes regenerated.
SWING!
CLASH!-
DISCHARGE!...
When it seemed that the rodent experiment would gain his first hit, the rotational velocity exceeded the expectations of the offensive fighter when his combat knife curled from his clothes to the electric blade. A flash of light emitted when the two surfaces made contact, releasing an electronic discharge that let static run wild in every direction as Gris locked weapons and eyes with the lab rat.
"I'm getting all tingly. How about you, MAGES.?" Asked Gust, as the Mad Magician had long floated down to meet her.
"It's a byproduct from their contest of strength." She explained, her scientific knowledge was a key component for the alchemist to truly grasp the inner workings of the fight.
The hairs on everyone's head rose from this phenomenon, from the two that caused the clash, to the two that observed, to the unconscious child, to even the surviving trees in the immediate vicinity having their leaves tugged skyward.
SHOVE!-
R-R-RATTLE!
Warechu pushed slightly more, using his fast twitch muscles and inciting them with biometric shock to jerk them into action and give him a sudden burst of strength that made the black market assassin raise a brow.
"Getting sore?" Inquired the Lastationite.
"You and I both know inflammation is a fading memory of my bodily functions." The syndicate member responded.
"Then let me help you remember."
CLANG!...
"!?" Their blades separated after the assassin put his strength into the clash, ending it. Both weapons were recoiled from the deliberate overwhelming force, leaving the rat open.
"ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!"
BARRAGE!
WHOOSH!-
WHOOSH!-
WHOOSH!-
WHOOSH!-
A flurry of fists that seemed as an individual hand assaulted the momentarily staggered furry, by the hundreds. Striking a specific point in his body each hit, while potentially dealing incredible damage if not for the rodent's immunity to pain, the blows had enough power behind them to create a meaty echo as numerous wind waves were projected from each hit taken.
"Sugoi!" Weeb trash came out of the alchemist's mouth in the sight of the inherently manly attack, as the move came from a much rougher time than today.
"...Such intensity should ensure his defeat, yet I have a bad feeling." An honest yet dreadful suspicion arose in the magician's heart.
"There's no way he could come back from that!" Yet the alchemist in a childish demeanor denied the thought.
"HO WATA!"
THOOM!
CRACK!-
The impact was enough to create a shortwave and crack open the ground below them, causing multiple rocks to fly away in a spherical manner as Warechu's face had gone from surprised to dull during the course of the beatdown.
Warechu was knocked into the air, still feeling the wind being knocked out of him, but without the stinging pain accompanying it.
THUD!-
ROLL!
SLIDE...!
"If you couldn't tell, I don't give a rat's ass what you do to me, especially my own since it'll never actually put me down, chu." The ASIC member spoke, standing up.
"That's weird, I don't remember asking." Closing his eyes, what the former freelancer for ASIC awaited, arrived.
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!-
BOOM!-
SPLAT!
The top half of Warechu's body sporadically ruptured and rippled as his person above his waistline became disfigured before it blew up, with guts and blood flying everywhere.
"Eek!"
"!?"
Both the alchemist and the magician reeled at the even more gory sight of the lab rat's supposed execution. His legs limply fell to the floor.
"Died with a cheesy pun. Fitting. All he's feeling now is oblivion." A lax, yet smug look adorned the assassin's face.
"I told you he'd be toast!" Gloated Gust.
"I suppose you did tell me." The feeling of dread started to move away from her consciousness, and her demeanor partially relaxed in response.
...JUMP!
"What?!"
"I knew it!"
"As expected from vermin."
The disembodied legs of Warechu stood on their own, to the surprise of Gust, as MAGES. and Gris knew better than to be satisfied with the abrupt end.
How things went, a problem like this was never solved with such plot-advancing efficiency.
STATIC...!
STATIC...!
Yellow sparks were generated around the wound, increasing in quantity as time went on.
And before long...
SPLURT!
"Guh!" Warechu, covered in his blood until it reached his waistline, guttered, breathing heavily from his recent return. His eyes were constricted with fatigue, such concentration to heal himself not being yet utilized until just mere moments ago. Both red and yellow orbs darted to the two bystanders before settling on the one who managed to temporarily disable him.
"Bet... You're really... Bummed that didn't work... huh, chu?" Attempting to spite the hitman, a tired smile was placed on the lab rat's face, to which a rebuttal was imminent.
"If I was that quote-unquote 'bummed', you wouldn't have the time to even come back. You really think I take you seriously, don't you?" Gris held back a deep chuckle at the rat's assumption of getting under his skin. "Even when you grow an entirely new brain, it remains empty." He yawned, as Warechu's plan blew up in his face worse than a backward-firing gun.
"THE WHY DON'T YOU FIGHT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!" In an act of indignation, the rat challenged the so-called potential of the GPU. "I just think you're a big pussy if I'm being honest!" Pointing a finger with a smile that sported his rat teeth with his other more human canines, and pre-molars exposed in an upcurled grin. "You're probably shaking in your boots right now and begging for me to let you go!"
"What the heck is this guy saying...?" Confusion was evident on Gust's face as her face became deadpan, all the conflicting evidence making his claims hard to believe at the very least.
"It seems very outlandish to spew such words after what we witnessed, let alone what the rat has experienced." A small smirk in amusement from the situation made its way to her otherwise observant facial expression.
"So what will it be? Keep trying to fight someone who can't even feel like a retard?! Or feel humiliation and run away like a chump!? For me, this is an absolute win, chu!" Cackled the ASIC grunt, sure of his victory.
"..." A dull, completely, utterly, singularly, and solely straight and lack of any emotion was present for lingering seconds. The sound of nature was the only thing that persisted in the awkward silence.
"Pfft!" Sputtered Gris.
"H-Huh?" This reaction elicited a stuttering Warechu, as he didn't expect the response.
"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!..." A voracious, maddening scream of laughter escaped the fighter's mouth as he carried on, becoming utterly amused by the pure retardation that left the rat's mouth. A hand on his chest and the other gripping the hilt of his knife, his head was thrown back in jubilation from the pure stupidity he heard.
"What's so funny-"
"HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!" Hyenas would be proud of the shits and giggles that were currently being radiated from the emotional headspace of Lastation's most efficient hitman in recent times. Even the interjection from the person who made him erupt in a downright comedic explosion of joy was the most important thing on his mind.
"SHUT THE F-"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!..." Tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes, struggling to calm himself down from the words that Warechu spoke to him, being just THAT hilarious to hear. The words were played back in his mind at different speeds and pitches, like a Neptube Poop video, the utter hilarity plaguing his mind and becoming almost a problem.
DUBSTEP FART!
TIME STOP!
"Hahahahahahaha..." Continuing his maniacal laughter in stopped time, the man wiped his eyes and sniffed from the powerful show of emotion, haven't experienced such joy from something so stupid in a long time.
"I guess they're still things in this world that make even someone like me giggle like a schoolgirl." A brief moment of acceptance washed over the Lastationite before he finally stopped his laughing.
"I should probably end this quickly before something happens to me... Toki wa ugokidasu."
TIME RESUMES!
Gris moved to behind the rodent's peripheral vision before resuming time.
"You're one hell of a comedian, you know that?" Still snickering after he said that sentence, the ASIC member alongside the other two Makers.
"-!? Again, chu...!" Grumbled the furry, his enemy slipping from his radar twice.
"He teleported again...!" MAGES. realized, unaware of the intricacies of his supposed 'teleportation'.
"I'd recommend stand up, but they'd calk pest control the moment you go up on stage." Putting his hands in his pockets as he did so, to Warechu's point of view, it looked as if he completely lowered his guard.
"He's funny, gotta give him that." Gust contributed to the conversation.
"Without a doubt, Bugs." The assassin nicknamed the girl unconsciously in his moment of a joyous occasion.
"Yes, a nickname! One step closer to success!" A triumphant gesture was shown from the bunny loli as she beamed.
"I'll show you who's a joke!"
CRACKLE!
BURST!...
Warechu screamed before the ground below him indented, rocks around his feet sent flying before his bio-electricity surrounded him in a spiked manner.
"Will you? Will you really?" A mix of smug and snide made the entertaining love child known as Gris' face at the present moment.
"As a matter of fact, why don't I SHOW you why you should savor the fact your body is as numb as your brain."
...WHOOSH...!
The hair on the assassin started to raise once more, on its ends as the air started to become the scent of ozone.
THUNDER!...
THUNDER!...
Cumulonimbus clouds shifted above the battlefield, a dark and foreboding atmosphere setting as the leaves of many trees were fluttering with the winds blowing the branches, and his attitude became less than jovial.
"What's happening?!" Looking around to see the mood drop into something more fitting for a life-or-death battle, Gust grew nervous as she asked the local Mad Magician for input.
"He's burying the light." MAGES. dropped a motivational reference.
"...How?" Once again, the loli was lost.
"I am the storm that is approaching."
LIGHTNING!
LIGHTNING!
...AURA!
Bolts of blue fluorescent streaks of lightning struck the ground around them, the floor being damaged by the potency of the contact it made with the ground.
A white glow radiated from the hired killer as it grew more and more bright over time, the man even going to the extent of jumping, yet slowing his ascent with his temporal ability, to appear as if he was levitating.
Rings of dust were projected from below him, their volume becoming greater in diameter as they left their point of origin.
"Provoking. Black clouds in isolation."
THUNDER!
LIGHTNING!
R-R-R-RUMBLE!
As he spoke, the weather acted increasingly violent, the strikes of lightning enough to cause the shaking of the earth with the thunder becoming downright deafening. Yet his voice remained above the chaos that was brewing around them, with the winds causing the trees to wildly sway with the dust rings spiking as they became rapid in creation.
"What the hell is this!" Raising both arms, Warechu was blindsided by just how much the environment morphed into madness when his opponent decided to take him seriously.
"Waaaugh!" Not being able to hold on, the alchemist was whisked away by the category two winds.
Luckily, she was spared being ragdolled in the stormy sky as her shirt was grabbed by someone.
"G-Gotcha!..." Breathed Domio, who had just woken up to the sound of a hurricane alarm clock. Only those who slept like logs or the dead could ignore the pandemonium and he was fortunately not an exception.
He scooped her up, the loli now in the pre-teen's arms.
"Domio! You're finally awake, my student! You recovered rather quickly, though..." Relief in the Mad Magaican's tone, she then took in the fact the student's miraculous recovery was a little too early in retrospect.
"I'm thankful and all, but you didn't look like you were gonna get up anytime soon." Gust also agreed.
"Warechu spewing rat shit and the screams of a maiden awoke me from my induced sleep. Actually, I woke up since I heard shots, but just took a nap to get more energy." Smiled the child.
"But Gust screaming was probably something bad, so I woke up and scooped her up before something bad could happen. Glad I did, too. It'd be ironic if a gust killed Gust." He looked to the girl, who surprisingly looked away, not expecting a minute level of suave from the child."
"F-Flattery will get you nowhere with me." A dusty pink blush that would've been completely seen was she not looking away made itself present on her cheeks.
"Fair enough." Shrugged the kid, ignorant to her flustered state.
"I didn't mean it!" She looked directly at him with comedic saucer-like eyes thay were crossed before they were interrupted.
LIGHTNING!-
SPLINTER!
A nearby strike had not only set the tree ablaze, but mostly destroyed it with every leaf being scorched, and the wood chips flying in their direction a few feet away.
TURN!
Yanking on her broom, the reaction time of the magician was enough to avoid injury as the splinters reached inched from their position in less than a second.
"Everyone, behind me!" She instructed the two smaller passengers as they did exactly that, Domio shifting himself while holding Gust in one hand, and MAGES.'s waist with the other sat in the space of the broomstick behind her. The bunny hat alchemist was shifted to hold on to the waist of the Loweean as the three were now in the air, and arguably a worse place to be at the moment.
LIGHTNING!-
SWERVE!
"AAH!" Both of the backseat riders screamed before the Mad Magician pulled her broom to dodge the bolt.
"Relax. This is nothing. What we should be focused on is the result of your friend's battle." MAGES. directed their attention, dodging another bolt as they peered down.
"I AM RECLAIMER OF MY NAAAAAAAAAAME!"
T-T-T-T-TREMORS!
The power his voice had behind it was enough to cause the ground to become unstable, numerous bolts of lightning simultaneously hitting the floor as they left sizable craters in their wake.
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!"
LIGHTN-
SMACK!
BOOM!...
Screamed Warechu as he slapped the shit out of a nearby lightning bolt with his hand, sensing it into a forested area before it exploded, engulfing several trees.
"Is that so?" His voice pierced through the air, and into the supernatural hearing of the rat.
FLASH!
Becoming the essence of lighting for a brief moment, he appeared before the rat, his irises briefly darkened, glowing with power signals before they faded.
"N-No... It can't be!" The situation becoming clear to him, as he was neck deep in horse shit, the rat's one footnote he made not to challenge the divine was all but before him, ripped to shreds.
"Oh, but it is. Born in flames, I have been blessed, my family's crest is a demon of death." He continued the song before the deity's visage became intimidating, his features shaded by a crack of lightning to the side.
"FORSAKENED, I AM AWAKENED! A PHOENIX ASHES ARE DIVINE!" Roared the GPU as the shares shined from his form, releasing his power to challenge the spooked vermin before and below him, in every sense of the word.
"DESCENT IN MISERY!" Winding back his fist, the assassin choreographed the attack so hard, that even Gust knew what was going to happen.
This instinctively caused the rodent furry to guard above, exposing his underside.
"DESTINY CHASING TIME!"
DUBSTEP FART!-
TIME STOP!
"-Has been stopped." An evil grin made its way onto the face of the divine lancer, having the furry right where he wanted him.
Blinking, Domio registered the fact time was stopped, before seeing that the trees stopped moving, and the winds stopped blowing.
Lightning was stagnant, and thunder grew silent.
He remained quiet, watching his foster father's friend intently.
"ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT!"
KICK BARRAGE!
Striking his face multiple times after kicking his guard open and moving his arms, his body convulsing in the moment before he stopped and posed with his hands clenched to his sides and parallel with his rear leg as his dominant leg facing the rat.
"Hokuto Shinken: Gādo Torihazushi-Ken!" Shouting the move, he swung his leg as he spoke another line.
"Omae wa mou shindeiru, toki wa ugokidasu."
TIME RESUMES!
Merging the quote-worthy one-liners, time resumed.
BOOM!
CRATER!-
DOUBLE CRATER!
"UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Hollering in surprise was the go-to strategy, considering his body refused to acknowledge the pain he'd usually feel. So with the force that sent him flying being the assassin's foot, the ground below both edge lords was cratered, before the area around it depressed from the magnitude of the concentrated force in the kick.
THUNDER!
RAIN...!
A wave of thunder caused a downpour to occur seconds after. The droplets fell by the tens of thousands as it rained down with intense pressure, almost as if the rain itself was trying to push down everything below it.
"What a terrible day for rain." Looking up, his eyes were locked on the fleeting figure of the flying rat.
Even if the rain was successful in washing away his anger... The storm he stood under was far from warm and soothing.
Droplets fell with pressure and soaked the terrain.
Washing away the cringe from staining his time stop, there was nothing to remember since it's dry inside stopped time.
Gris planted his feet in the mud, as they sank deeper into the ground.
For the rat he fought would not even be granted a peaceful death.
"IT WILL COME!"
CRACK!-
BZZT!
His composition becoming white lightning, he ran up the sky as a current of volatile electricity, meeting the ASIC member that was still ascending in the blink of an eye.
THOOM!
SHOCKWAVE!
R-R-RUMBLE!...
"AUGH!" Warechu flinched not from pain, but from the shock of impact as the hitman materialized with his fist stretched and raised into the abdomen of the furry with a blitzing uppercut that was powerful enough to create a visible shockwave that shook the floor alongside a deafening boom.
Blood left the furry's mouth without him knowing, desensitized to the pain by such a margin that only the psychological effects of being startled affected him.
BZZT!-
BOOM!
"Gah!"
ZOOM!
Zapping above his enemy's position, the GPU sank his elbow into the lab rat's vertebrae, another hit that caused the experiment's expression to be startled, his eyes comically wide in blatant Neptunia fashion with the target being cast down in a cartwheel fashion.
"LIKE A FLOOD OF PAIN!"
ZAP!-
POW!
"Guh!" Guttered the rat as he was laterally sledgehammered in the jaw, the bone breaking to such an extent, that it was completely blown off the rat's face with the momentum to punt the scientific scrub with enough force to tear the earth a few free below him.
BZZT!
"ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATTATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!-"
BARRAGE!
Rushing ahead as lightning before stopping and materializing to relentlessly dole a flurry of kicks that targeted the face, chest, abdomen, groin, and ribs, Gris chipped away at the skin of the rat as blood flew with every blow as the intense beating served to rip the flesh off the rodent's back if not give him a nasty scratch at the very least.
"HO WATA!"
WHAM!-
THUNDER!
"POURING DOWN ON ME!" Yelled the assassin, continuing the song after spiking the experiment with a split kick that rocketed him into the atmosphere as the sound of thunder echoed the impact theatrically.
VANISH!-
BOOM!
SHOCKWAVE!
THOOM!
POW!
Not even with his electroporation, but rather speed that was already above the rat's perception, he disappeared before attacking him under the cover of superior agility with Warechu's body sprawling with each hit as a shockwave was the only evidence that the hired killer was even there.
"STATIC SLASH!"
BA-KOOM!
"!!!"
A point blank SP Skill from the black market murder specialist when he used his knife as the medium to perform the maneuver, caused an electronic detonation on contact, a bright explosion lighting up the sky before the lab rat was sent corkscrewing into the clouds.
THUNDERBOLT!
BZZT!
ZAP!
CRACKLE!
Even the clouds had something to give the rat, in the form of bolts that smacked him around as he was in the midst of a cumulonimbus cluster. Several burns were inflicted on his skin as he was relatively fine with the situation until something else occurred.
BFFT!-
SLAM!
"AH!" Suddenly faceplanting into the floor, this caught the ASIC member off-guard as he flinched as if he felt the pain from the blow before starting to regain his bearings.
BFFT!-
"Uuh!"
Except he didn't.
With a blinding elbow to the temple, the rat was sent into the distance as Gris' form reappeared.
"AND IT WILL NOT LET UP UNTIL THE END IS HERE!"
LIGHTNING!
STATIC!
Screaming the lyrics, a bolt of lightning struck the GPU, as his body coursed with the supercharged energy from the share-induced thunderstorm.
ZAP!-
BA-KOOM!
Another body blow from a 360 heel kick sent the rat flying.
ZAP!-
BOOM!
ZAP!-
BOOM!
ZAP!-
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!-
BOOM!-
A line was formed as the attacks got shorter and shorter in between each other, as a singular static line of lightning formed as the rodent experiment was juggled, flinching constantly from the force that he was asunder.
BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM!-
BFFT!-
BZZT!
SHOCKWAVE!
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Bawled Warechu, the final hit being comprised of two blows one to the back of the head with a return-stroke fast chop, and an inconceivably fast vertical sweep kick to the shin in stopped time for a rotational mess of an opponent.
"AND IT WILL COME!"
SMASH!
Grabbing the broken shin, Gris' grip was enough to completely shatter the leg, unbeknownst to the lab rat, since most of his body felt unorganized, and his regeneration was always being undone by more damage.
TWIRL!-
And swinging the vermin into the ground so hard that every bone in his body shook with pressure was only the beginning, as he spin like a top from utter recoil.
'Begone with the thunderclap.'
LIGHTNING STRIKE!
"GROAAAAAAAR!"
Coating his hand in sporadic, mostly natural electricity, a bolt followed by the clouds parting revealed a fearsome dragon, that roared as its voice was powerful enough the cause multiple rounds of thunder with several lightning strikes with it.
Red glowing eyes and large bolts of electricity dancing around it, its jaw widened to swallow the rat's form while upon collision as it sped toward the ground.
BZZZZZZZZZT!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!-"
DISCHARGE!-
ELECTRONIC EXPLOSION!
"HORY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITOOOOOO! IT FUCKING BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNS!"
As the dragon hit the floor, the assassin's hand grabbed the rodent to prevent him from running away as his fingers sank into his flesh and gripped his ribs, with millions upon millions of amps coursing through the rodent's body.
So much so, that it managed to forcibly re-activate his nervous system's shut down to pain registration, on top of cranking it to unbelievable levels of sensitivity the longer he stayed in the attack as it exploded into a discharging explosion capable of sending the monsoon of rain flying back up from pressure alone as Warechu screamed bloody murder.
"THROUGH THE DARKEST DAY!"
TOSS!
Clutching and breaking the other foot, to which the lab rat winced, he was thrown into the thunderstorm.
FLASH!...
"OW!"
FLASH!...
"OW!"
FLASH!...
"OW!"
FLASH!-
"YOW!"
Using his SP Skill which was ironically the same name as the onomatopoeia, chunks of the biomass that comprised the opponent with scraps of his pants were blown off of him as multiple booms were heard with blinding light to boot, as a single had that pointed with its index and middle fingers caused the rat pain to this magnitude.
"Static Gigaslash!"
X-SLASH!
GUARD-
BREAK!
EXPLOSION!
Quickly slashing his knife in the manner of an X, a glowing construct of the same letter rushed and broke through a last-second defense before a bigger blast than his inferior SP Skill occurred.
"IN MY FINAL HOUR!"
"Chrono Trigger: The World!"
DUBSTEP FART!
TIME STOP!
Singing another line, the rain paused in the air, creating a beautiful yet fierce scenery of ceased chaos, the flailing form of Warechu being the icing on top.
BZZT!
HEAT UP!
Dashing to the position right below him, he gripped the handle of his knife as it was statically charged with electricity, crackling with energy as its blade glowed red with heat.
VOOM!...
With a flick of the wrist, he threw the superheated and supercharged weapon into the air as it spun before kicking. The butt of the blade with his shoe, sending it right at the neck of the rat before it became suspended millimeters from his jugular.
SHINE!-
BZZZT!
"Toki wa ugokidasu...!"
Before he uttered the phrase to resume time, his body glowed and became white electricity before transforming into a bolt of lightning, mimicking the velocity of a return stroke as he zipped up through the clouds in a flash.
TIME RESUMES...!
STAB!
"Ghhk?!"
The 1000 degrees Celsius knife cut through his neck like butter as the wound was cauterized and the blood was evaporated before he could even register the pain, despite it being leagues more sensitive than usual, from its velocity alone.
WHOOSH!
Clasping his neck, he winced with the inability to speak as his body was catapulted from the momentum of the object that ripped through his esophagus like wet paper, and considering the location he was in, a fitting analogy indeed.
'When the kid does it, he's fucking invincible! But when I do it, I GET ABSOLUTELY FUCKED BY THE STAINS OF TIME-' Becoming frustrated with his situation, he had to forcibly spend energy on his healing factor, working against the pain on top of numerous mangled and broken areas that were inflicted within the last five minutes.
Flying through the clouds, his speed was fsst enough to maneuver past the bolts until he broke through the upper surface of the cumulonimbus cluster, into the clear skies of the stratosphere.
"Is it... Over?..." Asking aloud, the rat seemed an answer, his body writhing in agony as his regeneration fought with everything it had to keep up with the piling damage.
"Is it over, he says. AND IT WILL NOT LET UP UNTIL THE CLOUDS ARE CLEAR! (Didn't you hear?!)"
Warechu's heart sank, his head turning to face a hand that was approaching him, covering the entirety of his vision without even a single moment to grasp the man grasping his face before the song continued.
GLOW!-
ZOOM!
Increasing his falling speed leagues above terminal velocity with some temporal tweaking, the skin on the rat's barely recovering face peeled back to the point of his musculature's expose as they both descended into the storm, as they were seen by the witnesses of the monumental monsoon.
"There he is!" Domio pointed, as he shouted with excitement, as the alchemist's head reared to the side in interest.
"LET'SA FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Screamed the little girl, the song's vibe starting to rub off on her mood, the background thunderstorm not helping the loli to calm down in the slightest.
"We're approaching the apex." Smirked the mage.
"UNTIL IT FINDS MY DREAMS HAVE-"
"DISAPPEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARED!"
ZOOM!
...!
Plunging to the ground, only the sound of their altitude rapidly falling was heard when the thunder and the lightning ceased, with the area around them becoming darker until the rat could hardly make out far away objects, only feeling the rain and its rampaging torrent.
SHINE!
After singing the long-standing note, a bright light grew in circumference from the furry's head, stretching to reach even the outer layers of the storm clouds.
"Fulguration!"
!...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!-
It was safe to say that the rat was very unsafe after what transpired.
With a terrifying spaz of energy, a dome of voltage erupted and consumed all, from the rain, clouds, trees, and rocks, and would have ended up reaching the spectators, was it not for MAGES.'s quick thinking.
WOOSH!-
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!-
Pouring magic into the broomstick, the rod became a wooden rocket, with the trio letting the mana rip as electrified destruction chased them down.
"It's gaining on us!" Shouted Gust as she was the one closest to the intense power that strived to include them in the collateral obliteration that was being caused by the second, the longer they vied to remain unscathed.
Calculating eyes looked around for an external solution, to only be devoid of any substantial choices.
So she turned to the Loweean and instructed him immediately.
"Administer your magic into the broom, my student!" She almost commanded. "Drain it of any elemental influence and imbue neutral SP!" She specified, as the sound of static drew closer.
BOOM!-
From several seconds of contact, the amp that the boy had received after the amulet broke was able to push the broom's trajectory into overdrive with the wind roaring through their ears and the wind pulling their hair back with a sonic boom after their surge in speed.
"MY DREAMS HAVE DISAPPEARED!"
SKADOOM!-
And shortly after they left the blast zone, a voice could be heard through the roaring explosion as Gris' voice pierced through the cataclysmic chaos to sing with the voice of a rockstar.
Standing in a deep crater that let up smoke, the rain cleared the clouds in a matter of minutes as the assassin's drenched body stood above the borderline mutilated body of Warechu.
Lightning still struck near the crater, making for a hectic background as the thunder persisted, almost in a competition with its faster natural phenomenon as the constant rolling competed with the Gamindustri Graveyard.
"That song wasn't for me." He told the furry, who layeth on the floor, flesh exposed and bleeding with only some of his pants to cover his modesty and his busted shoes that hung on to his drip.
He slowly pushed off the ground, rocketing like a flimsy wooden bridge to grit his blood-stained teeth and snarl in agony and wrath.
"I look... Like I g-give... A F-FUCK, c-chu!..."
THUMP!...
He sputtered, his shredded wings being used as support to keep his broken arms from collapsing under his dead weight.
"The lyrics sound like someone's life story, don't they?" Poked the sociopath. The rain slowly lightened up as he continued to speak.
"Your obsession with a certain ditzy damsel was all but novel, considering who she was. It was only natural for her to not want a disgusting, disease-infested, denizen of a corrupt organization. I mean come ON, rat!"
THUNDER!
The GPU laughed as an episode of the side-effect of lightning roared from the heavens.
"SHUT UP!" Mustering the strength, he defended his previous childish crush on the girl, despite despising her more than ever now.
"And yet you defend it like it isn't some foolish fantasy! How precious!" Cackled the heartless lancer, to the rat's chargin. "A little birdie told me you had a thing for her, but fucking hell. You're her simp!" He laughed with borderline malignancy.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY LIFE, CHUMP!" Warechu shouted, emotions flaring from his voice, mostly that of fury.
"I know that it fucking sucks ass." He smirked. "And it shares that quality with your work ethic." Revealed the hitman.
"Says who!" Offended by that statement, the rat was quick to raise his head to face him, despite his injurious frame.
"Am I dead?" Gris raised a brow.
"No."
"Is the kid dead?"
"No."
"Do you feel good about yourself right now?"
"... Go fuck yourself, chu."
"The Internep has that covered, vermin. Anyway, bottom line is you're a bottom-feeder, bottom-tier, and hit rock-bottom both figuratively and literally." Alliteration was a strong suit of the lyrical enemy as he continued.
"You're a kiss ass to a girl that doesn't even acknowledge your existence beyond what you are, being a revolting rat, and your final moments are being spent taking irrefutable ridicule." Gris wordily belittled the ASIC member as a response was awaited.
"...Slander?"
BOOM!
A bolt of lightning struck the place where the silver-eyed assassin was located before he rose into the clouds within a single stroke.
THOOM!
"Rat, I like you. You lie a lot." Sniggered the hired killer before crouching to be face to face with his opponent.
BOOM!-
"WATA!"
Turning his leg into lightning, it rematerialized to strike the rat in his lower jaw, crushing it from the utter velocity.
THOOM!
Uppercutting the sternum was next, with an electrifying fist that shook the rodent to his core, as it shocked every fiber in the mutant's body.
BZZT!
Swinging an open palm into the solar plexus, as it was completely plasmic when it connected caused the nerves to become hyper-sensitive, kicking the finisher into overdrive.
POW!...
"UWAK!"
A foot stretched through his stomach, getting the rat to hurl blood everywhere as it was brought up so fast it'd be nothing but a red blur of color if a video was recorded of the moment.
A dark grin with dotted eyes of contentment fitted next to a bloodthirsty grin was the face of his adversary as he stylishly high kicked the mid-air rat similar to a certain prince to a cockroach.
"Soul Crushing Cannon!"
RUMBLE!
Every storm cloud cleared within the moment the foot impaled the rat, the sun shining on his wounded form to add insult to literal injury without the reservation of a mood thay fitted his defeat, almost as if the universe itself wanted him to suffer a grueling loss.
FLIP!-
SLICE!
After yelling the attack, he removed his foot to back flip into an axe kick that cut the rodent in twain.
"GWAK!"
"Mr. Gris did it!" A jolly cheer erupted from the Loweean as he was jubilant about the person that tried to kill him receiving the fate he tried to dish out.
"GO, GRIS!" Learning the name of her apparent idol, she almost outright stood on the broom to cheer, having to be pushed back down in her seat by the boy in front of her, foreseeing her being then away by her loss of balance paired with the speed they went.
"This Gris certainly is an interesting character, to say the least." Taking a note of the collateral as well as the underlying ozone from both combatants, the GPU's stuffing the ASIC member's out by this point.
"How that works for me, only time will tell." The Mad Magician had to keep an eye on the assassin's plans from now on, after seeing him grossly outstrip the furry without remorse nor struggle.
THUD!...
Both halves of the rat crashed onto the floor, blood from the open wound splattering on the floor as he was silent, his eyes still white from pain as his jaw hung wide, with the red substance trailing from the corners of his mouth.
SPLAT!-
CRASH!
Not done with the rat despite his defeated form, the assassin made it a point to land on his lower half with all the momentum he could muster, grinding his legs into a bloody paste, his legs covered in the remains of his adversary with a crunch that hid his expression.
BOOM!-
BOOM!-
FLASH!
His pistol was drawn, before blowing off the arms of Warechu without a second thought, the limbs being blasted into the air, with the deity stretching his middle and index finger, silently using a double Flash to obliterate both appendages.
BLAST!-
EXPLOSION!
Without looking back, he blasted the spot where he landed, vaporizing the traces of the rat far past the DNA of his cellar composition. Bright orange and yellow explosion rose behind him, making the lighting define his features to darken down the middle and brighten at the sides for a brief moment.
If Warechu was still conscious...
...He'd piss himself, no doubt.
SLICE!
Cutting into his enemy's chest cavity, he opened the torso to the outside before digging inside his body and fishing out a liver, pancreas, gall bladder, both lungs, his diaphragm, small and large intestines, stomach, and his heart before placing it in his inventory.
"Ewwwwww." Grimaced the Loweean, only mildly off-put by the display. With the amount of gang-affiliated cleanings he bore witness to, he could stomach much more than the average child.
"Metal." Complimented the alchemist, never mind the organ harvesting, she never thought she'd see it in real life! If she wasn't intrigued by how grimy he was willing to get, then this is the trick.
"Absolutely need to keep an eye on him." Sweat dripped from the disturbing action as thr flying Mad Magician made a mental note to confront the assassin on the actions taken place on this day.
STEP!
CLICK!-
Putting a foot in his chest, before aiming the muzzle at the forehead, Gris stared down at the unconscious rodent, condescendance radiating from his form.
"Death is a mercy, for a fool like you." A stoic face, yet the disgusted tone was present. He even closed an eye, the other one staring down the barrel.
"So you'll live."
"WHAT?!" Gust and Domio exclaimed simultaneously, comical saucers for eyes, meanwhile the simple ascension of the blue-haired magician's slender eyebrows was her reaction.
"That's right!" He turned to the floating trio.
"For all intents and purposes, I should lodge this entire magazine into my furry for's skull and rid him off the face of the earth, but I feel vindictive all of a sudden. Go figure." Shrugged the hitman.
"He probably just wants to harvest Warechu's organs for added income if he leaves him to heal himself." Miraculously piecing together the man's motive with a neutral expression, both girls looked toward him.
"That was quick." Even the boy's tutor was surprised by his conclusion.
"What the heck, kid?!" Gust's shocked response to his conclusion sprung into existence.
"Correct. I was wrong to write you off as an ignorant kid." Bloodied arms folded as he looked up to the Loweean.
"Furry organs. There's SOMEONE who's enough of a demented degenerate to pay top dollar for shit like this. That, and I like kicking my opponents when they're down." He beamed as if he didnt say some fucked up stuff.
"I'm glad he fights with us and not against us, at this point." Admitted the ice user as he took in the justification for mutilating the bifurcated husk of the ASIC grunt.
"Maybe Nebula did see something in you, after all." Muttering the next part to himself, his eyes narrowed, causing the boy to become slightly anxious.
"If it's alright with you, MAGES., I'm sticking Whiff with you."
STAB!
He told the other adult in the area as he chopped his neck of Warechu by thrusting his hand forward and driving it through his jugular and into the ground.
WHOOSH!
It spun into the air from the momentum, which was enough to snap the rat back into reality, with most of the pain being rid of due to its source being disconnected.
"Whoooooooooa-"
"HO WATA!"
THOOM!-
"Uoh!..."
DRAMATIC FINISH!
A kick sent the skull of Warechu roaring through the air, and several rings of sound with the blue sky showed dozens of rings to dictate his path in the overcast atmosphere.
"If he dies, he dies. Speaking of which, HA!"
RUMBLE!
KA-BOOM!
Stretching out an arm as he gazed at the remaining body part before wiping out off the ground with a flashy explosion.
"You have a problem with that?" A dark gaze was pointed in the Mad Magician's direction.
"Not at all. I had an assumption you were more the lone wolf archetype." MAGES. responded with an unreadable expression on her soft features.
"You're half-right. I just despise incompetency, and unfortunately, the world is full of idiots."
SHINE...!
RISE...!
Glowing, the hitman slowly floated as his feet were raised from the damaged ground.
"Now if you excuse me, I have to see what major plot event is ongoing without me. Meet me there if you can, Mad Magician."
ZOOM!
With a smile that oozed with an invitation, a taunting tone to boot, the assassin leaned forward before rushing in the direction he jumped.
"So do we follow him?" Domio inquired.
"Yes, we do!" Cheered the loli alchemist, eager to be on the trail of her edgy idol.
"It is extremely likely he does not even know where he is going." MAGES. reminded the children as they were refreshed by such a detail.
"Hmmm..." The Loweean cupped his chin accordingly.
"If you put it that way..." Contemplated the alchemist.
"Wait a minute, that place is full of explosions and all kinds of crazy stuff! He should find it no problem!-"
PILLAR!
A white stream of energy, the telltale sign of any CPU transforming was seen from a distance away, piercing the clouds that were over the area as a thin line could be seen.
"Just like that! It has to be Nebula! Either him or V... Uh, Future Heart!" Almost blurting out the name of the time traveler's true alias, he quickly corrected himself.
"V-Future Heart?" Gust became confused. "He sounds like a car engine now." She commented.
"No, JUST Future Heart. I'm not sure he can even drive thinking about it." Slightly becoming sidetracked by the confusion of the loli, they both thought about the deity kn the driver's side of a car, swerving down a busy road.
"..." On the other hand, the boy's slip-up was rather suspicious to his mentor, yet she let it slide on the note that she couldn't quite piece together the name that he would've blurted out uninterrupted.
For now, she let it go before taking in the conversation that was being had behind her.
"What are you talking about, transmuting a car is WAY too complex." Waved away the bunny hat loli.
"So you're telling me, alchemists will spend their entire lives searching for the Philosopher's Stone, but can't even perform alchemy on a rusted shitbox from 10 years ago?" In the exact words of his uncle to describe his car, made the preteen both incredulous and rumored.
"Be quiet! Or else I'll tax you extra on your next purchase!" Huffed the brunette, as she pouted with a noticeable blush on her face from both embarrassment and anger.
"I don't have money, though." Sticking out his tongue and pulling on his eyelid, comical anger overtook the small girl.
"Broke boy!" Insulter the backseat rider.
"That was uncalled for!" Aghast at the claim, the child of the cold was most hurt. "Mean comments like that is why you're short!" He pointed in retaliation.
"I will scratch you, mister!-"
"Enough children! Save that energy for your foes." After spectating the interaction, she cut off any further bickering.
"Yes, MAGES." Bowed the ice mage.
"Pfft, it's like she's totally your mom." Gust poked fun at the boy that called her incompetent in a really roundabout way.
"What? No. MAGES. can't make me do anything because she's a woman that I look up to. That's pre-... Pepper... Propane...-"
"Pre-pos-ter-ous. Preposterous." Not only did the Mad Magician hold his hand, but she also sounded the syllables clearly and understandably.
"Thanks, MAGES.- Preposterous... -Hey! Don't help me!" Realized that her aid only fact-checked the alchemist's claim.
"Hahaha! She IS your mom!" Guffawed the loli.
"Mommy MAGES. is NOT CANON!" Denied the Loweean, gripping the broom with his thighs as he used his arms to perform an X signal with his face becoming red at the thought of the magic teacher showing him the maternal love that he was starved of.
"You can't deny it, Domio. People will see our relationship as such. A mother teaches her children, does she not?" Asked the magician.
"I... I guess you're right about that. But don't make it too weird, alright." He looked away bashfully, not completely against the idea.
"That's very good." She ruffled his hair. "Makes my job easier if you're attached to me in such a manner." The Mad Magician smiled to herself before gripping the broomstick.
"We're off to battle. Is everyone ready?" She asked.
"You betcha!"
"Yeah, MMMiss MAGES.!" Having to physically stop himself from saying mom was a first for the boy.
"Bwahahahaha!"
"Oh come on!"
WHISK!
The broom soared with the loli having the last laugh, as the three party members headed toward the calling of battle as did the assassin, both groups going for their own reasons.
"Plans for world domination...? Interesting." Wesker mused to himself, whilst on his laptop that was placed upon a desk in his office.
The interior wasn't much to really look at, being the point since the more it stood out, the more suspicion it would arise. Factory grey ceiling with black marble for the floor and black painted walls that gave the room the mood of somber and formal was the base layout.
An office plant by the sliding doors, a fern standing tall with a picture of the Deity of Sin hanging on one of the walls of the room, lying down in a very provocative pose, yet her fur and the foreground conveniently censored these areas to create an enticing shoe of art.
A metal desk with a few compartments, a computer chair, a file cabinet that was NOT empty by any means, being heavy enough to not budge even if CFW Judge nudged it, filled to the brim with sensitive information about the history of ASIC, and the many many files on each of it's employees from the lowest peon to the CFWs.
Even the touted deity that all of ASIC keeled to was within the confines of a shelf.
A water coffee dispenser, that was sat next tosome more file cabinets, and a rug that covered most of the floor, monochrome grey in color and flat in design. Light panels that were rowed symetrically, and the hum-buzz of the lights made the room like something out of a soul-crushing office job.
Too bad the person working in there was anything but a wage slave.
"How quaint. It requires the defeat of these... 'CPUs'." His mouth frowned as he clicked off of the file that had the exact details of CFW Magic's grand plan.
He selected another tabh that contained information on the goddesses themselves as four pictures of each respective nation's deity.
Purple Heart stood wirh her sword facing the front of the screen, bith hands grippimg the hilt as she was ready for a fight. Her eyes were slightly narrowee eith cross brows and a slight frown.
Black Heart had hee sword in an overhead grip, with a stern face as she stared at the direction of the screen as well, on guard for anything. Her body language showed no outright openings by the looks of it.
White Heart had her battleax reared, with an eye that wss completely red with gritted teeth, ready to cut down all that stood ij her way with a bloodlusted rage that seemed to never calm.
Green Heart had her spear pointed and poised for confrontation with a slight smile as her regal demeanor didn't falter but was combined with a combatitive edge with her eyes looking to the camera with a honed gaze.
"They look more akin to glorified swimsuit models than actual deities of a competitive pantheon." Muttered the scientist as he continued to do his homework.
"Although, they do seem capable of handling their respective wwapons. To what scale exactly needs either verbal confirmation or live experimentation." Wesker laid out the most likely ways to go about such findings.
Some time passed as he read each article on each deity. So far, the onto one that posed any real trouble based on how they operated in a general perspective was Black Heart, with the other nations not too far behind in pure performance.
But her, along with the other CPUs we're currently captured by Magic herself, and we're currently tied up with black cords in comprising positions within the old location of Judge's previous post.
"I could always just interrogate them myself. Convincing CFW Brave or CFW Magic shouldn't be to hard given my position and reasoning of vital information dug up in the deep files is more than enough to warrant some interrogation.
Forcing the workings of their cities, the weaknesses in their militaries and strategies, their loved ones and threatening them for more information, even the very threat of attacking their nation without provocation and lying as if it had been already done to set a false narrative that whatever counter was fourteen and foiled-
...It really fell into place if planned correctly.
Putting that thought in the back of his head his mind wandered to something else, closing the tab.
"Now the only thing to think about concerning this world is that damned rat..." He grumbled, his face turning sour at the thought of the vermin turned human-ish.
KNOCK-KNOCK!
A sudden sound made the man turn his head, his sunglasses peering in the general direction of the noise.
"Albert. You might want to see this." Birkin's voice was heard from the other side of the wall, half-disbelief, half-annoyed.
"Well don't just stand there, open the door, William." A pointed gaze to the door was given, unbeknownst to the fellow blonde.
The door opened to reveal an annoyed Dr. Birkin, holding a plate that had some mushy mass produced food that was fed to all ASIC associates, with the exception of blood covering most of his dish, for Warechu's severed head with a pissed expression as well.
"Heading somewhere?" A charming smile replaced the previously annoyed frown.
"Fuck you, chu." Spat the rat.
"Again, not a furry." He poked the head, before literally poking the agent's forehead, getting him to snarl at the scientist with angry brows and comical saucers, a red tick mark of equal humor forming.
"JUST GET TO THE POINT ALREADY!" Screamed the head.
"Keep your head on your shoulders, Pikachu. From the looks of it, you got ahead of yourself and neck deep in William's lunch break." The shades could stay and both individuals facing the man could SEE the joy he partook in making those terrible, yet appropriate puns to spite the lab rat.
"I fucking hate you." Warechu growled.
"It also seems that you've failed your mission, rat. Head back to the lab for further testing. I'd let Birkin carry you there, since two heads are better than one, yet I do remember telling you that there were sanctions for such a failure. Or did that one slip out of your mind when you lost your body?" Reminding the rat with a low tone, sweat started to form at the rodent's forehead.
"Crap, chu." Whatever bravado he had soon departed from his face, remembering those conditions.
"Dim as ever, my head-strong science project." Mocked the superior scientist as he looked at his watch before pressing the side, as a digital beep was heard.
CRASH!
Bursting through the office wall was Nemesis as he stood, stoic as ever while looking down on everyone in the room, his head only inches from the ceiling light.
"...Why?"
The door then opened further, Mr. X calmly walking through the door before looking at the smashed wall and questioning his colleague with a simple word.
"...Wall is better."
"Nemesis, this is the FOURTH WALL you've damaged!" Birkin shouted with an angered face, another bill he'd have to take out of his salary, having Nemesis under his jurisdiction.
"Hear that, readers?" Warechu looked directly at said wall with a cheesy grin, before becoming confused and shaking his head to return to his shocked expression.
"Shut up, dear furry." Wesker silenced the lab rat once more.
"I have called the two of you for a special assignment." Began the blonde scientist with his usual swagger. "Your fellow experiment has not been able to complete his assignment, and ultimately fell short of his goal, and ended up way in over his head." Dropping at least one head idiom to rub salt in the experiment's defeat.
"I'll take a heads up when you pull yours out your ass." Retorted Warechu, sick of his situation being used against him.
"Then get your head around this one, Remy." He pulled something from his pocket.
"I did not just her you call me the rat from that one Dis Knee movie, you mother-"
"You can't be serious, Albert." The deadpan of Birkin was constant as he made a dull stare to the uniforms in the scientist's hands.
"I repurposed the lab into a temporary basketball court. Mr. X and Nemesis are going to be competing in a 1v1 match consisting of nothing but slam dunks."
"Ok...?" Raising a brow, the mutant was unsure how this was identified as punishment.
"It still seems your head is in the clouds, and not here with us, Mr. Warechu. YOU will be the ball, my furry fellow." He revealed to the beheaded agent.
"...WHAT?!" A cry of horror escaped the rat's mouth, despite having no voicebox beside his severed vocal chords.
Grabbing Warechu by his hair, he tossed the head to the nearest Tyrant, that being Mr.X.
"Ack!"
SLAP!
Smacking the rat once he was caught, the mutant spun his head on his finger, looking at the rotating skull with mild interest.
"The one who scores the most points will be rewarded with further experimentation to increase their overall capabilities. May the best Tyrant win. Make your way to the lab, and mind your head on the doorway, Nemesis." Wesker reminded the taller experiment, who nodded.
CRASH!
Before promptly ignoring the advice, crashing through the wall again.
"TWO HOLES! YOU PUT TWO BLOODY HOLES IN THE WALL?! COME ON!" Birkin, now having to contend with both his ruined lunch and collateral that was definitely going to his salary, was at his wit's end.
"Don't worry, the second hole is on me. I put the bar too high for him." A neutral face that hid exasperation, the scientist was willing to ease the financial burden his colleague and best friend was going through.
"There's going to be a hole in the lab at this rate." Mumbled Warechu, taking more of his fellow experiment's disregard for designated infrastructure.
"You just worry about how many concussions you're going to get in this match, rat." Birkin dismissed the comment, already in a foul mood as this made the furry mutant pale as a result.
"Thanks for reminding me, Barkin." Grumbled the rat under his breath, giving the other scientist a nickname that suited his chatty nature.
"I heard that." He sent a glare to the rat as Mr. X walked out of the room and in the direction of the lab.
"Fuck, chu." Spat the rat.
A/N:
HEY EVERYONE! It's been way too long since the last time I dropped a chapter, so here I am. Sorry for the holdup, had some things I had to deal with, as well as a surprise vacation so there was little could do. Luckily, I'm back and with a new chapter, so here you go, readers.
Since you waited so long, I decided to let you guys know that I will be updating stories on a longer schedule to ensure quality checks are of a higher grade. Anywhere from three weeks to a month from this point on. You can expect less timely releases but they won't happen as often as before.
With that being said, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, and stick around for many, many more that will arrive in the coming weeks. Make sure to leave a favorite, follow and a comment to help make this into a better story, or jusr leave a piece of your mind in the comments.
Now for the summary.
Gris has succesfully defeated thr mutated Warechu, sending him on his way un a dramatic manner! Flying to the scene of the pandemonium, the Mad Magician MAGES. follows him with Domio and Gust to lead them to the battle trying to get back to thr fight as soon as possible. Will they make it?
Meanwhile, the rat is subjected to punishment by being the ball in a supoerpowered match of sport. Will he survibe the concussive force required to play the game and survive, or will he go the way of a watermelon on the beach?
Find out when you decide to check your email- I mean, find out in thr coming chapters of Omnidimension Neptunia!
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