The Subsido began its departure into the frozen deep blue surrounding Momodore Island. Weapon compartments opened within, as on demand, torpedoes shot out of the missile, crossing each other’s paths in the water, colliding and exploding against the edge of the frozen water surrounding the gulf. The explosion blanketed underwater, and rose above the island, creating an initial shockwave that tremble the foundation for the entire island. The torpedoes each attacked its own respective spot beneath the frozen support beams in the water. The ice beams wouldn’t give in right away, their basis being tougher than steel. The K.I. ships docked from merely meters away watched the situation intensify, the IMO agents continued their assault, bringing out the big guns in the 1st squadron, which had enough power alone to destroy any opposition, the leader himself would simply soak in the blood oaths of the fallen.
Jesse understood that he was the only one capable of taking out the Subsido. He felt it in the water, pulling along the ripples and tides of the ocean. Jesse’s face cracked and crunched among Jesse’s skin, concentrating with a great amount of ability among the frozen ocean. Jesse, the conjurer of the frozen ocean, could sense the disruption among the attack, and furthermore even knew the location of the Subsido by the trajectory of the torpedoes. Jesse glared head on at Colonel Rash, the entire battlefield, and essentially the whole southern border, littered with battle scars, fragments of ice, and fractures in the earth, and even the ice. Rash adjusted his sunglasses, taking a profound glare among Jesse, noticing his body taking the icy form again, his body temperature drastically dropped.
“It appears I was lucky in getting paired with you,” Rash said coldly. “I’ve heard rumors about you… there’s no denying it. You’re Jesse, the Serpent of the Sea. Clearly, next to Sabre himself, you are the most dangerous member of Vault.” Rash adjusted his twin katana, flipping them skillfully over his shoulders and down his arms, wielding them in a perpendicular manner. “And there’s no denying you are the one who created the ice field around this island.”
Jesse didn’t answer right away, his serpent eyes glaring with a wild bloodlust, Jesse slipped out his tongue, licking the edges of his cheeks with his slit tongue, brushing against the ice among his defined skin.
“That’s true… I was the one who created the dome around this island… but…” Jesse began. “There is a whole party within our faction that is leagues beyond only me.”
“By the time this is done, you, along with your beloved faction, will be lounging down to the bottom of deep blue. You can choose to be with them when that happens, or I can kill you here.” Rash stared seriously at Jesse. “Makes no difference to me.”
Jesse grinned madly, his body began cracking with layers of ice shattering around his body. “As if you were intending to let me go in the first place. Even so, I’m going to finish what you started!” Jesse lunged forward, his body swerved in a zig-zag pattern to Rash, twisting irrationally with a heretical style. Jesse withdrew his sword, slashing for Rash directly in the head. Rash lifted both of his katana to block Jesse’s attack, the force of Jesse’s attack sending Rash’s feet sliding among the ground. Rash grimaced, overpowering Jesse with pure force, he spun for a kick directly across Jesse’s cheek, which Jesse easily countered with a kick of his own. Jesse used this momentum he gained to kick off of Rash’s own foot, floating along the air a good ways up with a super leap. Jesse flipped back, moisturizing the air around him, he created three ice pikes circulating around his body. Jesse, with a gesture of his hand, sent them spiraling forward in an articulate pattern, gleaming in the sunlight. Rash squinted, ducking the blows, yet directly above his left shoulder, he missed, the last ice spike glazing his shoulder. Jesse took notice of this, and landed on the ground smoothly, glaring up ahead.
Rash ignored his new wound, gripping both of his swords in the same perpendicular manner as before. He clashed them together, wielding them in a parallel stance, pointing precisely at Jesse from their short-ish distance, observing every aspect of his being.
“It’s been fun… but I’m growing tired of this game,” Rash callously stated, glaring at Jesse with his eyes, Jesse glaring back. Rash held out his arms widely, as he waved them coolly around him, tapping amount the ground with his feet, as if following the code of an interpretive dance. Rash leaned forward, as suddenly, six arms sprouted from his sides effortlessly, each wielding its own black katana. The vision was blurry for Jesse at first, but as he squinted his eyes, he seen it clearly. Rash stood tall and poise, glaring at Jesse with a serious intent, his six swords crossing each other’s paths.
“Mahkala Style; Ultimate Laceration!” Rash wasted no time, he lunged forward at a blinding speed, launching three of his swords at Jesse, two from his left side, one from his right. Jesse scowled and hissed, blocking Rash’s sword with Kahien, his icy blade.
“Sub-Zero Cleave!” Jesse moisturized the air around his hand, manipulating ice to form another blade that took on the appearance of a twin Kahien, although obviously this was not the same, being pure concentrated ice and not a steel blade underneath it was much more durable. His face sharpened, his eyes widened, he glared Rash dead on, Rash returning his glare with a scowl.
“HEY-AAAAH”
Rash shrieked a battle cry, while Jesse hissed a solid shriek. They began slashing at an accurate yet impeccable alacrity for each other, sparks flying from their blades clashing at a blurring tempo. Mid-clash, Jesse bravely lunged forward, extending his ice blade attempting to impale Rash directly through the chest, with hopes of freezing up his organs inside of his chest as well, not so. Rash deflected Jesse’s ice blade with his right blade, aiming for a clean swerve for Jesse’s neck on his left. Jesse maneuvered away with a flexible slither, using Rash’s own own, flipping over his own arms, through his blades, kicking Rash across the face. Rash stumbled back, his sunglasses taking a direct hit, falling off of his face. As they landed on the ground, Jesse landed as well, and sent a wave of ice directly below his feet to freeze them to a state of uselessness. Jesse looked up, seeing Rash stand up, covering his face. He dropped his hand finally, revealing a pure black eye, and a pure white eye. Jesse’s eyes widened, as he immediately thought of the slash he gave him earlier on his left shoulder, the same eye he was blind off.
He’s blind in his left eye… that’s why he didn’t see my lance, and couldn’t react. Jesse smiled, slanting over, his back arched forward, licking his own chin. And… I think I’ve just figured out his little trick.
“Come, Sea Serpent!” Rash leaped forward, slashing with all six of his bladed arms promptly. “Mirage Lacerate!” Rash slashed, his swords now projecting the blades of over 32 slashes at once. Jesse merely grinned as he looked on, and coldly glared forward, his serpent eyes widened profusely as he leaped forward… running straight into the oncoming slashes… and closed his eyes Rash looked on in bewilderment.
No… he can’t! Rash leaped back, at that moment, Jesse took notice of Rash’s action, and smiled in confirmation.
That confirms everything. Jesse ran through… receiving no slashes at all. As the last two blades came around, Jesse leaped on the blunt edges of the blades, kicking them out of Rash’s hands in unison. As Jesse opened his eyes… Rash looked on in disgust. Jesse used the gained momentum, freezing Kahien, he slashed straight vertically down Rash’s left side of his torso. Blood gushed from Rash’s hefty wound, his face twisted in surprise and agony, and above all, defeat. Jesse grinned wildly, licking his lips with his serpent tongue. Jesse landed firmly, glaring ahead with a slightly crazed appearance.
“You… so you finally figured it out…” Rash said calmly, yet clearly on the verge of a temperamental breakdown. Jesse’s demented nature subsided, his eyes averted back to normal. Upon this transformation, Jesse’s stamina instantly drained. He got on one knee, panting heavily. He stared up rationally at Colonel Rash.
“Your left eye isn’t totally blind, is it?” Jesse asked.
“No.”
“Using that special eye of yours, you disoriented my movement perception. In turn, you made me believe I was seeing a barrage of blades. The whole time, you were never carrying more than two. Or, were.” Jesse said, as he stepped on the blades. The blades became incased in a mass of ice. The ground around Jesse began freezing, and cracking and fracturing with the ice. Rash attempted to stand back up, yet found the task impossible as he knelt down, gripping his chest, he noticed the large gash he received upon his chest was frozen.
“Another special property of my sword, Kahien,” Jesse began nonchalantly, holding it above his waist for demonstration. “It freezes all it slashes. In your case, your right lung should be frozen solid in a few minutes.” The ice frozen solid around Jesse’s blade thawed, as he sheathed his sword. He began walking away from Rash. Rash glared on, clutching his chest in pain, his breathing became more rapid. He stood up, glaring at Jesse with his not blind eye.
Rash reached inside of his pouch, drawing a little dagger barely bigger than his hand, its blade had a curved, grooved edge so as to penetrate with a twist, causing more pain and blood. “What do you think you’re doing? Turning your back on your enemy while he’s still standing? Face me during our final bout, son.” Rash spoke distractively, as he began twirling his swords in midair. Despite the frozen wound upon his chest, he stood tall and firm, ready for another battle. Jesse cut his eyes back to Rash nonchalantly.
“You’re a shriveled up man who doesn’t know when to quit. Fine, charge me if you wish.” Jesse said, yet refused to turn back to Rash, which only infuriated Rash more. Rash lunged forward, hurling one of his knives at Jesse, which Jesse deflected by the blunt force of his sword while turning it behind his body, without even glancing back. Rash flipped up, yet gripped his chest in pain. As Rash succumbed to the pain, Jesse grabbed Rash’s two hands, crossed them over his chest, and exhaled a frost out of his mouth.
“Deep Chill.” With Jesse’s cold breath, he froze Rash’s arms onto his chest, and froze his entire torso. Rash shouted in ache, his arms and entire torso were frozen solid. A chilling steam emitted from Jesse’s body, as the ice around his body eventually cracked and sedated. Jesse looked down at the stubborn Colonel of IMO with no remorse, feeling completely numb at all he had done. In Jesse’s view, he had it coming way before this fight.
“So… that’s it, huh?” Rash asked through shivers of cold. Jesse simply stood back.
“I have no mercy for the feeble. If you get medical aid, you can still be saved, but since I’ve already frozen solid most of your unit, and their remains were tattered across the boundary, I wouldn’t count on it anytime soon. Until then, freeze in your glacial coffin.” Jesse said unemotionally, leaping out of the island border, sliding along the ice outside like a surfing platform, he glided down with his feet. He knew what his next task was, and he had to be the one to do it. It was time to render the Subsido inoperable.
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“Well?! What are you guys waiting for?! Come at me! I’m right here!” the deranged, wide mouthed narcissist stood with his black fur captain’s cloak that distinguished and resembled his authority within IMO. The Vault soldiers remaining surrounding the vicinity trembled before the fearless, vicious captain of the 1st division. They could only mourn and tremble at once for the loss of their comrades and at the menace threatening to take their lives next, respectively.
“All of our weapons… just like that!”
“He renders all of our weapons useless. What can we do against a guy like that?!”
“Worry not, my graceful subordinates!” a pink haired, flamboyant man walked in with a backwards swagger to his steps, luminescent shades flaring in the sunlight, bright golden-rod hair darker than Sabre’s, and a bright smile that completely contradicted the 1st squadron leader’s demented face. He adorned a bright red and golden royal cape with a similar fur design of the 1st squadron leader’s, albeit with no spikes. The flamboyant kicked up a rock, clutching it between his hands. He flicked it toward the crazed man at high speed, barely grazing by his right cheek.
“Bauh…well I’ll be. You’re that ungraceful leader of the FLS division of the IMO, aka Front Line Squadron of IMO. And these men in ungraceful poses behind you are your followers and accomplices?” the man tilted up his shades, staring down at the man with an intense passion in his eyes, and a bright wide mouthed smirk. “To think the notorious, former 2nd division commander of the Nebelion Anarchy, Axill. would have swapped sides, just like that. Why is someone like you working for the world government now?”
The leader, Axill, looked up with an intrigued eye at the flamboyant yet audacious Vault member. “I’m not obligated to tell you anything.”
“True… and honestly, I couldn’t care less,” the Vault man said, cracking his knuckles. Axill tilted his head with a crazed sneer.
“Spirited, aren’t ya?”
The flamboyant man raised his royal red and golden cape above his face, covering the entirety of his body. Axill folded his arms and raised a brow.
“For IMO to resort to the likes of you, it seems their situation is getting more desperate… which means that currently, we are winning this war!” the flamboyant man declared with a perk of his chest exerting his masculinity. “It is time for I, Royce Whitehawk… to end this war with my own hands!” Royce declared with a finger pointing into the sky, slanted over in an awkward pose that only embarrassed himself; too bad he thought it was awesome.
“Shall I, commander?” a large man, easily standing over eight feet tall, a blank expression among his face, completely nonchalant to everything in his surroundings with an exception of commander Axill and Royce. His intent on Royce was merely a loyal act to IMO in order to take down one of the superhumans. Axill nodded his head forward.
“Don’t crush him completely. Leave enough body mass for survival.”
“Sir-“
“We need an example,” Axill clenched his fists with a wide grinned, blood-lusted smirk. The man simply looked forward and walked on.
The tall man walked forward, his arms behind his back, staring down at Royce with slanted, half-open gray eyes. Even his eyes were completely plain, the only noticeable feature about this man being his height. Royce seemed to think nothing much of him himself.
“I see, so this is the challenge bestowed upon me? I will make very graceful work of this!”Royce swung his cape over his body. The red and gold engulfing his cape seeped into a spiral of the two colors in a closing spectrum, until it completely vanished, and so had Royce. Axill laughed.
“A War-rune user, no wonder he’s so confident!” the new situation only ignited Axill’s laughter more.
Suddenly, a hand popped out of an expanding, spiraling continuum of red and golden directly behind the large man. The man held a gun directly behind his head. Royce’s head appeared out of the continuum ripped in space-time fabric using his cape as a teleportation technique. Instantly, he had the large man cornered, but he appeared to have forgotten one thing.
The gun began shaking and quivering in Royce’s hand. Royce, unable to hold the gun, played a small game of tug of war with the gun, until it instantly backfired among his face. The smoke covered Royce’s face as his body fell down, only his cheek grazed with a small trickle of blood from the bullet of his own weapon. The gun levitated in mid-air, circling around Axill, who with only a notion of his hand was manipulating the metallic weapon. Royce glared at Axill.
“Little weapons like that aren’t gonna work on me,” Axill motioned with his finger, a small static discharge of lightning ignited from his finger, which appeared to transfer to the gun. The gun faced Royce, and fired a bullet straight for his face again. Royce attempted to teleport by his cape, until he found the large man stepping and trampling over his cape while his guard was down. Royce squirmed for his survival, appearing to lose hope as he shielded himself from the oncoming bullet. A bullet that didn’t come.
The bullet itself stopped it midair, levitating directly in front of Royce’s face. Royce looked up, a look of bewilderment on his face. Axill smiled deviously, the gun and the bullet dropping down onto the ground. Axill laughed, as if seeing Royce’s torment and confusion was all delightful to him.
“Your face tells me you have no idea what just happened, or what we of the 1st squadron are truly capable of.” Axill said with a authority yet intimidation. “A fish can never learn to climb a tree. It would regret for the rest of its life for flopping up the wrong tree.” Axill’s eyes widened with a delirious looking glare, the same wide eyed blood gored smile he always bestowed, the look that enjoyed the horror of others at his own expense. Was it really about IMO with this guy? He appeared to just be out for a good time. His eyes glanced back over to the large man’s.
“I’ve changed my mind. BigFoot, get rid of him. I’ll dump him in the scrapyard myself.”
“With pleasure.” BigFoot raised up his leg, so it was directly above Royce along with a towering shadow. Royce looked up, his cape completely battered and snatched away by the goons. He grimaced, closing his eyes and accepting his fate.
“Well, shit. Guess I’m dead!” Royce laughed heartily. BigFoot nonchalantly stomped at Royce with his foot, ultimately crushing him in the process. Well he would have, had his foot not been caught in mid-air. Axill and the others of squadron 1 looked on with a slight stagger.
Willy threw BigFoot’s foot back, as his feet were tremored through the ground by BigFoot’s intense kick. BigFoot regained balance, and stared at Willy apathetically.
“Ah… it’s the man of the hour! We’ve been waiting for you,” one of the squad members beside Axill exclaimed. “Such… ecstasy!”
Axill grinned madly. “Willman. Have you come to watch everything you love tremble and fall?”
Willy wasted no time. With a scowl upon his face and no fear at all, nothing weighing on his conscious stopping him. Willy kicked off the ground at an impeccable speed, he charged forward, punching Axill in the face. Axill’s face distorted from the blow, as he slid across the ground. The other members looked on in distraught, the idea of someone so boldly declaring a stand against their leader so brashly they couldn’t anticipate this lifetime.
Axill caught his fall, glaring up at Willy with a savage intent. “You’re pretty ballsy, I’ll give you that. Having balls isn’t the same as having sense.”
“Where’s Trav?” Willy simply asked, leaning forward in a sure attempt to be ready for an all out brawl. Even if it was against the world, Willy wasn’t ready to rest until he knew Trav was safe. Axill folded his arms and laughed.
“I’d be more worried about yourself right now, buddy,” Axill walked forward, moving his hands in an eccentric pattern in his front, a purple electrical field surrounded Axill. The bloodstained weapons scattered amongst the corpses of his earlier victims levitated in the air, and spun in an infinite loop around Axill, each one exerting their own electrical current as well, as if being guided by Axill’s.
“Willy…” Royce said, looking up at Willy, whose head blocked the sunlight. “Do not oppose them. You cannot win. As long as I am able, I cannot allow you to proceed to your end!”
“I don’t care,” Willy plainly said, a bitter yet determined expression plastered on his face, his eyes focused on Axill. “I’ll kick their asses until they feel like talking.”
One of the squadron members launched forward, expelling his hand forward aimed for Willy, merely 6 meters away. “Erase!” the man expelled a white blaster wave from his hand. Willy kicked off of the ground once more, leaping out of harm’s way before the entire blast nearly instantly desolated the entire vicinity of 10 meters, erasing all matter in its wake.
“Erasus, fall back!” Axill commanded from afar, as the metallic weapons and instruments from before began piling on Axill’s arm. The metallic objects jointed together to create what appeared to be an artificial, mechanical arm of a great wide proportion. The joints were locked together by bolts founded in the weapons as everything was literally disassembled and reassembled in a mere instant. Axill’s right mechanical arm was nearly the size of the Vault HQ. “You and BigFoot just make sure no one else gets through. I’ll handle this clown.”
They nodded, and ran off. Only a second later, BigFoot came crashing down, his body shredded from a magnificent, powerhouse punch to the chest. BigFoot merely groaned as if it were a simple sore, not as if he had just been sliced through the chest with a crystallized punch. Erasus glanced back, at that same second, a large tin-man appeared behind him, leaning his arm back for a charged punch, his arm launched out of its socket joints in a rocket-like manner. Erasus was slammed through a large rock, crushing it along with his face. The debris and blood rained upon the large tin-man and the small demon-girl as they walked forward. Willy’s eyes widened.
“Rubie, Ten. You made it,” Willy said with a smirk, as if he expected no less from his teammates. Even if they were bruised and damaged, it made no difference.
“Go, Willy. Inside of the Vault HQ, you’re the only one who can save him.” Ten remarked. Rubie nodded, her Ruby Mail armor began to spread around her body. Lucky for her, she ran into Ten, who was able to clear the corroding poison off of her body with a pressurizer installed in his body.
“Leave these scuzzbags to us.” Rubie stepped forward, her arms encased in the ruby substance she adorned. Ten exerted a pod of blades from his torso and arms, which rang and spun in an infinite disk. Willy grinned and nodded.
“Just kick their asses,” Willy kicked off of the ground, dashing toward the Vault HQ. Axill’s eyes narrowed with a demeaning scowl.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” Axill launched his giant metallic hand forward, crushing the ground and leveling the island with its massive power. Willy dodged its assault before Rubie appeared on top, leaving behind a mere afterimage after her immense speed. Axill looked on as Rubie ran down her arm, encasing her arm in the Ruby Javelin, she aimed a punch directly for his face. Axill took the punch head on, falling back, his metallic arm slid along the ground, but due to his newfound massive strength, pulled himself back up, propelling himself in the air. He slammed down on the ground with his massive arm, causing a shockwave to emit with strength that easily surpassed Rubie’s. The shockwave sent large cracks and crevices along the island, nearly breaking it off from the edge down the center. The water from the tides streamed and began flooding from the tipping impact. Rubie leaped on top of Ten’s shoulders, as Ten used rocket accelerators built within his feet to launch himself back just off of the ground. Rubie glared ahead as Axill walked closer, raising up his organic hand. Small scraps of metal began to compress around Axill.
“Shrapnel!” Axill bolted the metal bullets forward, exerting a small field of electricity from his hand. Ten took notice of this before both Ten and Rubie set up their shields, Ten’s hardened body and Rubie’s Ruby Mail were more than enough to defend them against simple bullets. However, Rubie felt the impact more than Ten, being organic. Infact, even though they didn’t pierce or cut her, she felt the blunt force. It was astonishing. Axill laughed like a maniac as the playground began lifting with many metallic objects, levitating around him.
“This isn’t looking as efficient as I was hoping,” Ten said. Rubie grimaced with a wide eyed glare.
“To think there’s two more with him, at least. These guys might be trouble.” For Rubie to admit she was in a tight pickle was not a good oath.
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Dew stood atop of the Vault HQ, in the center of the hallway, where Trav was tied up in the corner. He appeared to be bound by a compressed steel pipe, most likely Axill’s doing. Dew unveiled his black hood, as he stood back, awaiting for the man he knew was to approach him for the final battle.
“It’s been a long time, my man Willy,” Dew added a bitter sarcastic remark to his statement. Willy walked forward, showing no fear, only an absolute resolve. He stood tall, as both the Sin of Perdition and the ace of Vault stared at each other with intense eyes. The world around them dissolved, it was only them. Trav looked on in astonishment.
Willy… you’re a hell of a guy.
“Let him go.”
“Make me.”
Willy decked Dew in the jaw, yet Dew didn’t budge. Dew grabbed Willy’s hand and began squeezing, much to Willy’s dismay. Willy leaped up, throwing a kick for Dew’s chest. Dew used his other hand to grab Willy’s foot. Dew gripped Willy’s body, and slammed him harshly against the concrete floor, a look of malice in his eyes. Dew stepped back, as Willy grabbed his head in pain, he simply jumped out, flipping a few times, landing behind Dew, so they were back to back. Outside, Willy appeared unphased. Dew wasn’t fooled.
“You’ve gotten stronger.”
“Let’s settle this the same way we started it… on the first day we met, we fought. Today, we define the last day.” Willy cut his eyes back to Dew, who turned around, doing the same his way.
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