24 21 God of Victory? God of Defeat?
A fist slammed down on me with ferocity so much so that I felt the wind wisp by and venomously whip the air
'…Strong,' I felt my feet dig into the ground and then more as webs that mimicked that of spiders formed on the ground beneath me, 'Hes no A.M.A.Z.O but adequate strength for me to atleast enjoy myself if I regulate my strength'
Disappearing from where i stood under attack, i appeared by his side planting my fist into his face which sent him flying into the side of the arena
Without relent he emerged before me once more striking from the side.
Blocking from my right, I underestimated the strength behind such a blow and before I could recognise my mistake I was flung into my corner
"Wanna go?!" I screamed joyously as I recovered, a defined muscular met my cross guard, shooting me into the sky, 'I'm really being treated like a rag doll arent I?…Such power though… definitely an unregistered meta'
A towering shadow of a hand loomed over my face whilst I descended.
It grasped my head and like a toy I was dragged across the walls
"WOOHOOO" the crowd screamed in delight at my torment which pissed me off more so than the ragdoll treatment
"~Time to get a little rough!" I pryed the hand from my body and slammed my leg into his side which made him reel back in pain
"Annahilate." He spoke, before I clasped my hand together and spike him towards the ground
The air was taianed wuth dust but my eyes saw everything
I allowed gravity to pull me down till my feet graced the ground and the actual battle began
"Tough cookie~ aren't you?" The air shifted after another fast hook to my body was sent my way which I carefully weaved out
A barrage of fists and punches so fast that it shocked the crowd into pure and utter silence and yet I still dodged effortlessly without breaking a sweat.. after all I'm Satoru Gojo aren't I?
Jumping up into the air to create distance he followed with impressive jump to match my height and momentum
I readied my fist and he readied his as our bodies collided mid air and the air rippled at our bid to prove our strength
Grappling into his arm, I twisted my body aerobattically and in one quick succession , planted my heel into his veiled face and snapped his hand in an awkward position that grossed even me by just staring at the forearm as big as my head bend backwards until bone protruded from the skin
A scream of fury echoed from its visage but the cries of agony were just white noise to my adrenaline to feed on
I drove my knee into his face drawing blood that seemed imperceptible under his blackened and yet I saw scarlet drain from his body, "Payback time~!"
I traced the contours of my finger traced the fabric of his mask before grabbing hold of it and slamming the two of us - him first - back down into the arena ground
"That all?" His head turned to face the ground as he kneeled before me
Sounds of incomprehensible gargles coming from his mouth filled the air followed by adhorre cracking of his bones while his posture corrected as if his skeleton were rearranging to mitigate all the broken one,
'Talk about creepy… damn beast of a meta how the hell has Batman not found you yet?' I thought to myself after dodging the swift punch
He arose with fervour sending punch after punch after punch at my body and I caught every single one of them
The blur of our dance left the spectators in awe. To an amateur it would seem that we would perfectly equal as all things, only a viewer worth their grain of salt knew that - I'm stronger.
Even when weakened, when fighting Satoru Gojo, you are the one at the disadvantage
I switched my style going on the BBC attack with no defence to enhance my technique no matter the amount of hits that came my way, 'Baki vs Biscuit Oliver style… a test of the others endurance!'
Taking a punch to the face, I spat out a dislodged tooth before planting my fist in his torso sending his worn body to the end of the arena
'No rest for the weak,' my body slid down the stage with a fist in hand, the subtle blue tints of negativity coated my hand as my smile grew even wider than ever before, 'Fighting truly is…the best!
"Divergent fist"
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"Fun match," I slammed my legs down on the glossed table before me as I gazed over to watch the disgruntled expression of the man before me, " How ya been, Old man?"
Silence loomed over, allowing me to scan the environment once more
Rich. Stinking rich and the shitty pretentious kind at that.. from the Italian maple to even the scent of wealth wafting through the air, how lavish.
Glancing over at the aged man of Spanish heritage, draped and clothed in expensive fabric way above the money I could ever hope to steal from the low life goon or gang.
Pablo sat opposite to me, embraced by a silk like chair
I couldn't help by take notice of the guards positioned to surround the two.
One. Two. Three. Around eigh- no scratch that two of them outside waiting and a whole lobby of them downstairs, 'What a deranged old coot,'
With a yawn i beckoned hin wigh a hand gesture, "The cut? Don't expect me to fight without decent pay or you may be crazier than you look Anciano"
"…Of course," his gruff thick voice with inherited accent spoke and with but a tap of his cane that lay to his side, one of the guards to the right returned a sleek black case of which I hoped to be stuffed, "I'm glad you to see you back so soon Mr Gojo, it was a shame to see you so soon. A sentiment shared with most of our cli-"
"-Yeah yeah. Cut the chit chat, if I wanted to hear an old man drivel on about shit I would've gone somewhere else," I said with a bored expression painting my features, "Pass the money and I'll be on my merry way. Got it~?"
"I'm afraid I can do that Mr Gojo," I cocked an eyebrow at his words
"You gone senile old man?" I questioned with a smirk snaking its way upon my face
"You've only since arrived back in Gotham so I doubt that you would have come to know of this," arising from his position, the rhythmic tapping of his cane preceded him as he moved to gaze upon the skyline perceive through his window, "Youve offended a lot of people, a lot of them want to see you dead."
"Oh? What heaven defying sect did i offend today? Was it those little wimps, The Red Dragon m- wait no don't tell me… Black Hand? HAHAHA!" I laughed at the front he was trying to put on
It was only until my laughter died and silence took hold once more did he continue, "The Penguin."
The quietness of the night roamed freely taking hold of the room until it's control was broken by some uproarious of a certain white haired individual
"HAHAHA! THE PENGUIN!! I was expecting someone like Joker or Black Mask or at least someone intimidating, but penguin?! Let me guess he put a bounty up and now everyone's got a hard on ending me?" I folded my legs with wide tooth smile, "How much he offering for my life?"
"100K," he stated firmly to which I whistled with sound content
'I'm worth way more but it's a good start'
"Wow 100K, you're making me blush~ I ought to turn myself in personally if it's that much," I said, "But still let me get this straight? You and all these goons of yours think you can beat me? Explain to me the thought process cause I'm not following cause you seen what I can do out on the stage"
I took note of the guards drawing their weapons to face me
He turned to me with a sharp glint in his eyes and with a rare smile which was a first for me he declared knowingly, "You're still Human no? Humans wither. Humans bleed. Humans die"
'So be it.'
"Hm? I guess so but there's a miscalculation in your deduction," I said with a frown glancing at his confused expression, "Don't worry I'll beat it into you right now~ maybe it'll stick"
Rising from my seat, I pulled down my blindfold exposing the six eyes to the world, "Now, shall we get started?"
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