59 Chances to Counter (1/2)
”Well, there is no point in dwelling in the past. I have to finish this farce that is already getting boring by the second.” Aster considered his mistake a good one. His thoughts were giving out some quotes to appease him. 'Power is after all dependent on the user. A deadly skill can be the most harmless attack for the greatest pacifist.'
”Oh! That's right. I need to finish this quickly!” He suddenly remembered the encircled duo and his mind formulated deviousness on how to render their deaths a satisfying one. 'Grappler should be the one to go with next. I still have plans for the scheming and frightened Alcor.'
”You can wait for me here, girls! I'll be back in a jiffy.” The girls only heard his words and in a blink of an eye, he vanished from the spot he stood on. The rotating wall of blood was too thick for the girls to see what is inside but they knew that he blinked through the thick and high wall with apparent ease.
They were not wrong on their conjecture as Aster marked space mana in the center of the duo that it certainly spooked them like timid mice when he suddenly appeared out of thin air.
”Hello!” Aster smiled like he was just greeting old acquaintances that he wanted to share some information with. ”Have you heard of the rumors, pals?”
”What... rumors?” Grappler was still struggling along the lines of learning and stupidity, so he subconsciously asked. Being a vice in a delinquent group, he socialized with small talks and speculations amongst them. Tears formed in his eyes as his mind was flooded with memories of his noobie fanboy.
'He would always say to me about everything... but now, he is long gone. I only knew him for a short time but... he is a genuine friend.' The poor Grappler reminisced in images and even dreamed up some fake ones to reinforce the fact that he had. The truth of the matter is that he had none at all.
”Nothing much but it is rumored that the both of you are going to be dead...” Aster paused for tension and dramatic effect until he said. ”...today.”
The duo had already scampered towards their back to get away from him and hearing him say those words just made them stagger back some more. Fortunately, they still had the awareness to stop or else, they would be shredded by the monstrous turning of already highly pressurized blood.
If it was water inside a washing machine, the owner of dirty clothes did not have to worry about what soap to use in such quick revolutions because everything would be rendered to bits if he placed clothes inside of it.
With a simple step of Aster's foot, he arrived in front of Grappler in no time at all. It was akin to a Space Skip with how fast his current speed is to the untrained eyes.
”Come on, muscle coach! Show me what you got.” Aster smiled as he uttered his words of challenge. Despite him being taller than most, he would always be technically smaller in stature and build than Grappler. However, Alcor can see that their confidence and aura was quite the opposite.
In the duo's eyes, Aster was the freaking giant that can easily crush both of them ants.
”You asked for it!” Grappler was not to be daunted because in moments of fear, his latent idiocy's weakness becomes his only strength. Many main characters of an animated show suffer the same fate of idiocy but their idiocy becomes interpreted as heroism. They always save the day but unfortunately, Grappler is not some main character that has his quirky and unkillable fate.
The huge muscle man would always wear sleeveless and shirts that are easy to tear off. At this moment, he showed it off and tore it apart like it was some sort of intimidation ritual for him.
”Hay! I was giving you this chance to punch me and make the fight more interesting.” Aster said in disappointment after seeing Grappler's useless stunt. ”It was one of your limited chance and you did not even take it. What a waste of my hypocritical mercy!”
Aster threw a punch right towards the gut of the muscle man. It dug deep into the veined abs of that pretty much looked like fat in his eyes. Given his body art's background martial techniques, the punch that he threw had a miraculous effect.
The force of the punch would have thrown the big man away even if he was relatively heavy. Instead, it just let him stay on his standing on the spot and deformed the jumble of organ's inside him.
”BWAH!!!” Grappler's mouth opened wide to let out blood and his earlier meal that was displaced. Aster did not want to have to clean up on the grassy meadows and also not have his body be bathing in an oaf's gastric juices and bile, so he had his hand skillfully close the mouth in a quick fashion to block the flux of disgusting discharge.
The poor guy who had trained even the muscles of his face could not help himself as his cheeks bloated unnaturally like a special frog's bubbling sac.
”Thank you for the meal!” Aster uttered and he guessed right on what would happen next. Like a certain culture, Grappler would always say that phrase before or after eating. By virtue of his instinct, he swallowed back down the disgusting puke that he was about to let out.
Aster took a little step and he was back to his previous position on the center of the circle made by the wall of blood. He let the big man some time to breathe and said. ”Here's another chance for you to counter! Better take it before it expires.”
His back was facing the young master with a complex mood. Alcor was really nearing insanity from the continuous flow of dreadful surprises that he was given.
”Die...!!” Like a crazy madman, he dashed towards Aster with his flaming fist still in full power. His steps were heavy and he would occasionally stumble as he charged ahead. It was only a few meters but his instability of emotions just made his balance to borderline imbalance.
Aster sighed and commented. ”Man! You really need to know the virtue of giving sneak attacks. I thought you learned from me after you saw how I beheaded your old servant. I guess you haven't learned anything at all. Shame. Shame, indeed.”