76 Sanguinary 1 (1/2)
”THEN WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??!!!”
Michael's scream, which was infused with some sort of unstable energy, boomed out like a sentient tempest. Pushing away the field of wooden tables and chairs nearby whilst pulling onto the opposing foes like large kites.
The leading carmine eyed man was planning on responding to the baneful ignition, evident by how his eyes burnt ever brighter. However, the moment he used to refocus was one too long.
Before he could fully clear his rumbled mind, Michael violently smashed his foot into the shattering plank floor and shot himself forwards like a speeding car. Leaving behind a sleet of wooden splinters in his wake, and a trailing black streak which seemed to hold a maniacal smile.
The cloak covering Michael's body trashed against the air pressue like a flower placed in the midst of a tropical storm. However, it only seemed to get slighty peeled back when faced by the inhuman speed. Almost like the fabric was attached to his skin.
As Michael blew through the atmosphere, he listened to the vivi throbs of clattered oxygen and the huming ring sing inside his head. Repeating their melody before letting the two synchronize. Sparking his brain into a state which seemed to make time slow down.
His burning yellow eyes to transform into raging pits of light as the new song echoed within his mind. Making them exerting a hostility which could crack the minds of other like dried grass.
'Not good...'
The carmine eyed man felt the signals from his brain grow more muddled and delayed as he peered into these eternal holes of firey gold. It sendt a hemming interference into his body which temporarily stole part of his control over it. Making him unable to properly respond in time.
And now without any resistance or obstructions, Michael's shadow swung out it's gauzy arm like a dark whip. Aiming the faint image of his skating palm straight, and then slamming it into the red eyed sack like a plate sized boulder.
The impact was similar to one between a iron sledgehammer and a copper gong. Blasting away the carmine eyed man like a helmet hit by a bat, and releasing a shockwave containing the residual thundering of a smashed drum.
With the booming resonance, the profound carmine eyes turned into darting rays of amazement as he brutally flew past his companions, and wacked through the wall behind with a loud crack. Tumbling off like a rodent pumped with a slug of hot lead.
However, as Michael saw the man roll away, he stopped smiling for a second. Having one single thought resonate inside his mind while he aimed his line of sight at the fired limb.
'Heavy..'
But as he reminisced about the steady sensation, the encompassing individual's looked over at him in bewildered horror. Glimpsing onto the club that had smacked their leader away.
The rough hand and fingers looked like those belonging to a middle-aged man. However, attached on each tip laid shrapnels of dark glass deeply embedded. Reflected an acromatic shine identical to the one on the bracers of rugged pelt which coiled up the rest of this creatue's limb.
”T..This...is...” The closest cloaked individual, who still held onto the pulsating red sphere of glass stuttered out. Staring in alarm while sensing the beating scryer respond faster.
However, as he scraggly mumbled, Michael's figure flashed forwards again. Disappearing from reality in a blinding wisp.
A sting of fright burrowed through the sphere holder's ashen figure when he sensed the faint gust of malice aim itself at him. Unconsciously provoking his body to hurridly try and back off.
Sadly, the moment his foot landed back onto the trembling old wood, two flaming yellow crevices sizzled back into reality alongside a smiling shade of lust.
He wanted to say something. However, before the signals fully managed to travel through his nevous system, a familiar black rocket shot out from the materializing shadow like a chameleon's tounge. Easily breaking through his chest like sheet cardboard, and instantly turning his heart into a mashed fruit.
The red eyes thumped once before growing dimmer. Loosing their radiance as the strength started to leave the scryer holder's trembling body. Yet, it did not stem from the disappearance of his core. Rather, it originates from a draining sensation which sucked away all the core components in his body.
And as the Holder felt the beating sphere escape the now shallow grip and his body turn into a deflating white husk, he only managed to cough out one last saddened line which reflected the final thing he managed to see.
”Mon....ster...”
The rest of the company wanted to fly in and try to save him. However, Michael granted them no leeway for even a split second.
Before any of them could take another breath, he crossed his arms. Gradually embracing the void whilst commanding his genes to roll. Creating a vortex of air which immediately started to brew inside the tavern. Spinning around with the acceleration of a speeding bullet, and then gradually coil itself around Michael's body like a whirlpool of white snakes.
The wind almost instantaneously reached a point of zenith, swallowing Michael's entire digure in a sphere of flashing atmospheric blades. shredding apart the drained corpse like a maculated slab of curled pape, and dyeing the generated globe with a ghastly haze. Making his shadowy image appear like a that of a vengeful wraith.
Feeling the confrontation reach a dangoures point made the other red eyes try and create some distance. Proceeding to kick their feet down with a deep elegance and glide towards the walls in hopes of escaping.
However, the moment they fled was when Michael striked.
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[Innate Ability: Warp]
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With his arms fully crossed, a flare of power rattled the nucleic information inside his body once again. Stimulating a single line of code which then bendt the world to his will.
The spinning sphere grew more distorted and indescribable as space seemed to fracture around it. Loading the charging storm with a bundle of hollow ice shards.
And with the globe of doom fully armed, Michael screamed out whilst smacking open his embrace. Pushing in the pin!
”HA!!!!”
Like a detonated frag grenade, the spehere exploded apart in an imploding hurricane. Sending away an eternally expanding tornado of cresent knifes alongside a hail of distorted raindrops.
The gale blasted the individuals away like ragdolls, whilst pulling apart every single structure in sight like an incendiary shock wave. Flattening the entire building with the force of an air strike.
And as the unstable tide relentlessly howled, the attack further fuelled itself with the broken shards of wood needles and metal nails. Devouring the entire segment of land in an organic cloud.
However, the murky screen that laid itself over the area lasted only for a few breaths before being pushed away by another breeze. Soothing the singing shrieks residing within the wind.
The trembling bellows slowly turned to whispers, and the consumed field which had been ravaged by the fog of brown dust and white mist faded. Displaying the landscape once again.
The entire area was leveled to the ground. Tainted by torn wooden constructions and mangled limbs that were spread around like fallen leavs. All trapped by a shawl of soiled mist which had curled around the scarred section. Enclosing it like the walls found within a prehistoric pit.
However, while this once flourishing part was gone, a faintly discernible mast of dark textile could still be seen stationed in the middle. Not having been affected in the least.
Michael had not moved. Still standing barefoot in this barren courtyard of waste with his cloaked frame and vivid yellow eyes. Looking over the desolate arena he had created with a satisfactory smirk.
”My [warp] doesn't possess nearly the same amount of power as that the Cheryl girl had... Could it be because the bloodline is incomplete?”
Yet, as he savored the taste of control, another sensation occupied the root in his mind. Firing off in tact with the familiar, haunting ticks. It was one that had suddenly made his smile fade like the weather. One reflecting a begrudging dissatisfaction he was unable to understand.
But while Michael felt the bitter feeling crawl around his brainstem, the muscles in his body abrubtly twitched. Sensing a disturbance that was headed his way.
With a lightning quick turn, Michael claw out his pelted arm through the air. Aiming for the direction where the hostile presence came from.
”Bang!!!”
A loud smashing sound then reverberated out as his hand crashed into what seemed to be a palm shaped cannonball of blood. Shattering the projectile into muddy bits.
Michael's eyes burnt brighter once more as his head turned over to the side. Locking the steadfast glare onto whatever had fired it.
A couple breaths away stood one of the men he had sendt flying. Now lacking the dark cloak.
His eyes were dark red like the color on a whitered rose, fitted onto a broad, naked head holding some similarities to an old vase. All being attached to a robust body which had been equipped by a full set of heavy fur armour, seemingly constructed from a red metal. Hiding most of the white skin underneath the tight, dark red mantle.
Michael sized the broad baldy up. Scanning his every detail with a thorough look before starting to fleck his teeth.
”Was that the best you got?” Michael mockingly chirped. Finding the getup quite funny.
However, as his scorn shone out, the broad figure started to burn with a bloody aura. Making the rubble beneath his mighty frame tremble like mice before transitioning over into a levitating colony of circling rubble.
Michael's smirk laid itself to rest as both his arms blew out of the pelted cloak. Readying them like two dark maces and coating them ina wrathful vapor.
”Boom!!”
The man's previous position exploded in a cloud of ruin as he propelled himself at Michael. Charging straight whilst clad in a transparent cape of red, and a equipped with death stare even buddah would forbid.
As the distance between them rapidly shrunk, Michael sendt a vibration through the ground whilst clenching his fists. Repeating a chant within his head.
'Speed times strength, times distance and lenght..'
His every of fiber connected to the earth. Linking up with the very essence of this land through an invisible bundle of expanding strings.
'Plus the power, and then demand..'
The charger then appeared before his vision in an oozing red haze. Stringing Michael's image into the red eyes before sending out an ashen palm aimed at his head...
”Now suffer the principle which I command!”
And as the moment of impact closed in,Michael threw forth his own fist whilst also powering it with the energy of chaos. Sinking the rapmant force into every cell in his hand, and turning the limb into something resembling a heated rod.
Now enhanced with the infinite plates of stone and rock beneath his feet, and powered by the primordial force of disorder, Michael hammered his knuckles at the opposing spade of conditioned skin.
”Boom!!”
As the two objects connected, a radiant beam of lightning bolts burst out through the chargers hand like the bullets fired from a spread round. Searing the white skin black before letting the rest of this heretic power traverse.
The charger agonizingly grimaced whilst the horrendous burns kicked his brain into overdrive. Causing him to helplessly roll back while feeling the atoms in his arm get visually incinerated. Smattered away from the chaotic flood which mercilessly tore through his flesh like a starving hive of bullet ants.
However, as he fumbled away like a torn rag, Michael started to madly chase. Smashing the soil beneath his feet into hardened clay while loading the other hand with an attack born from an untested genetic code.
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[Innate Ability: Scorched Charge]
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His free arm followed up the previous actions. Cocking itself back like a positioned missile while having the DNA integrate. Rapidly turning the dark fur and skin into a blazing volcanic rock, before then having a web of yellow veins burrow beneath the glaced dermis. Giving Michael's entire forearm the look of a meteorite entering the atmosphere. Leaving a flaming trail behind as the air ressistance fought against.
The charger's grimace of pain momentarily ceaced when he saw the crazed wolf drive through the road of waste with broad steps. Replacing his current torment with a frantic desire for life while tried crawling away with his remaining limbs.
Michael's heart seemed to skip a beat when he saw the man struggle. Removing the lingering feeling of dissatisfaction, and filling his brain with a pleasurable high as he stared at the miserable sight.
The black lips pushed themselvs back once again while the muscles in Michael's cheeks burnt with an unstable jolt. Twisting every cell until they formed the hungering smile of a starved beast.
”AHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!” Michael screamed out with a horrific shriek similar to the sound generated by a melting toy.
The man's terrified crawling turned to violent squirmes as the vocal needles of ice sizzled down his mental fortitude, and made him forget all reason.
However, as Michael neared his target, the crazed grin abrubtly disappeared. Getting shut down by a familiar sense of danger.
”Chaos...”
While the meteoric arm glided through the air, Michael stuck one of his moving feet into the dirt. Forcing his body still.
With the motion now gone, Michael stretched the schorching mound of burning matter towards the sky before charging it with red lightning. Letting the air crack around it before then, with all his might, let the scalded comet descend like crashing plane.
*Boom!!!*
An explosion of blazed air rippled through the encompassing space with a vile clap. Charring the surrounding dirt, and smearing it with a putrid smoke holding a sulfuric stench.
”Tsk....”
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[Innate Ability: Air control]
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*Swoosh!!!*
The inky smog was quickly cleared with another burstful breeze generated from Michael's body. Revealing the people behind.
His cloaked figure was now enveloped by two more similarly dressed opponents. Possessing skin which had been torched into into firewood, and thinner frames than the previous charger. However, at this moment they also shared a limp of stance with their face digging straight into the bleached soil.
They lifelessly rested on the ground of charcoal with steaming blood flushing out from their bodies like the water inside a toilet. Having been completely ravaged internally when exposed to the irradiated cells of organic magma and material disorder.
”What a shame.”
Michael shook his covered head with a leathery smirk. Disappointment shone out from his lanter-like eyes while he graded the miserable act.
”I would presume you all came here to die then, or am I wrong?” Michael's voice was as volatile as his chaos energy. Piercing the mind of his last foe who had been able to crawl out of harms reach.
The charger, who had been unfortunate enough to survive, weakly shivered when he heard the belittling sentence.
Most of his steaming skin had been overcooked by the heat whilst the legs were completely burnt away from the blast. His body now containing nothing more than one remaining arm and two measly pink eyes who excluded a dreadful light. One only generated when a man regretted ever being born.
However, Michael's little speech was not aimed at the blood starved peasent who had recklessly attacked him. Evident by how he turned his head and looked over in another direction. One holding naught but broken planks and a murky dew.
”Is that what you belive?” A voice echoed out from the end Michael stared at. Clearing some of the foul smelling air with a dominating vibration.
Out of the walls of vaporized filth, two carmine dots could then be seen moving out. Belonging to a rather fine noble man wearing a hoodless black robe. It was decorated by a palm imprint which had been seated in the center of his upper body.