Chapter 268: The Death of Mortem Part 3 (1/2)
The police office building exploded in a wondrous flurry of lights and fire as the glass shattered and Vanguard burst out roaring with fury smashing to the ground below, crashing back before finally stopping himself. Blood covered his face as he looked up at the angel of death. Charmeine floated her angelic wings on full display in the air as she held a golden orb in her hand. Flicking his hand around, he scoffed with his dull look. ”Typical; I'm always getting the longwinded fights, aren't I?”
”Attacking me like that was a stupid idea, Marcus Culling. You may not know it, but you are incredibly outmatched.”
”When am I not?” He sighs, walking forward towards Charmeine. ”Regardless, I've always come out on top when I needed. Regardless of what happens next, taking you down is all that matters.”
Charmeine twirls her hand around as the golden orb follows. ”The more I watch you, humans, the less I understand you. All you understand is greed and selfish endeavours, yet you throw away your lives for people who've wronged you in the past. You have no need to do this, no bond or contract tying you to Alton Brantley, so why help him?”
”And that's why you can't understand. Regardless of my own personal opinions towards that maniac. I know this fight is the right cause; forget my own personal gripes with this world; fighting for what's right is all we need to rally together to stop evil like you.”
This speech got a small chuckle from Charmeine as she shook her head in disappointment. ”It seems I heavily overestimated humanity's evolution these past 400 years. You're no different from the pathetic apes before you; to think your race can even walk baffles me. Regardless you know how to cause grievance, so allow me to finish you off.” The orb shrunk before releasing a powerful beam at Vanguard striking him directly. Slightly moved back, Vanguard showed no form of pain through the attack marking Charmeine intrigued. ”Hmm, have I grown soft in my years working for Mortem?”
Lightning up another orb, this one being red, she held it forward, slamming to the ground, looking to directly hit Vanguard with it herself. Wedged into her palm Vanguard braced himself as she struck, now letting out a fiery blast. Vanguard slouched over, taken back by force only to propel his hand began thrusting forward, smashing Charmeine in the face. ”Your attacks are just small fry compared to what else I've fought!” Flung back, Charmeine stopped herself mid-flight, floating spitting blood. Crouched down, Vanguard propelled into the air changing his gravity crashing down on Charmeine. Slowed down by Vanguard's leachability, she didn't have time to avoid the attack crashing to the ground crushed under Vanguard's might. He lifted his arms up, punching away the Ten's Judgement.
Attacking one final time, he began panting, thinking it was over. However, a green orb floated in front of them, falling onto Charmeine as she opened her eyes. ”I understand now, so that's how it is.” Jumping off, Vanguard darted back, frustrated his attacks weren't enough to take her down. Now seemly unharmed, Charmeine began stretching her wings, yawning. ”Weight manipulation, you use it so effortlessly anyone without a keen eye would assume you have incredible strength and power. You are nothing but a cheap hack that tricks others. Oh, and before I forget.” The green orb passed through Vanguard, leaving him slightly startled. ”That should deal with you from now on.”
”What did you do?” He asked in a dry tone, only to jolt as a cold drop of water fell onto his neck. Stumbling to the ground, he fell over, hitting the floor with a painful sting leaving the man speechless. ”That's not possible.”
”Any sane person would have realised your ankle was broken from that fall. Yet you kept going like there was nothing wrong in the slightest. The golden orb of the sun, the red orb of fire. Both would have left an impact on anybody, even Alton Brantley himself, yet you didn't shiver to the smallest bit. The blessing to feel no pain is nothing to smear over. That's how you've always fought, correct? Overpower the enemy and make it seem their attacks don't affect you as in turn you can't feel any of this.”
”It's not a blessing. It's a curse.”
”Wrong.” Charmeine mocked. ”You see my power bestowed across me by Fairy-Tale is an element. I can conduct all the main elements into attacks. Fire, the sun, water, ice, earth, wind. All of those are at my disposal. But avoiding any feeling of pain, that's what holds back any human from being greater. Our own bodies limiting our natures. I simply took that away and returned your humanity rightfully to you. No more playing God for you, Marcus. That's my own ability, original state. I can return anything to what it once was. Take that building. I can reconstruct it like it was never destroyed. That includes all your physical problems. I can really cure anything.”