CH-9 Iris vs... Who[End]

"Die, You Mother-Fucker!" Ethan tolerates a transmogrify revolution into a creepy entity. He jumped forward and furnished a smite blow to Iris's nose.

"What?" Henry and Zeno's mouth agape in whammy; For his celebrity was twice than his primeval one, translate him an indistinct blur to their visual discernment.

"Tsk! Tsk… True potency does not come from tablets but from an individual's hard work, talent and perseverance!" Iris had the ability to distinguish his movements and reciprocated with a retaliatory punch of her own.

—Booom!

As their biff collided, the air was sucked inward with incredible energy, only to detonate outward, unloose a circular shockwave that propagated in every direction to jiggle the air.

—Boom!

—Boom!

"Rahhhhh!" Ethan assailed relentlessly as Iris parried each assault with a countering battered.

After a flurry of five or seven exchanges, Iris moved her hand in martial arts technique, snatching his wrist…

She thrust a sweeping kick to his shin, urging him to kneel on one leg.

"Why are you crying in crocodile's tears? Can you not shut up your mouth and simply fight in combat?" She punctuated her taunt with a drubbed fist, shattering his teeth.

Then… Iris twisted his arms with a brutal force, uprooting them from their sockets.

Her hands were wreathed in flickering flames as she plunged them from his back, digging mercilessly until her grip purchased around his pulsating heart.

With a sickening…

—squelch!

She crushed the organ free, the inferno burning it from within, until it rooted with other parts.

—Thud!

"Gggghhhh!" Ethan guttural roared by torture, crumpling to the ground as life drained from his body.

Yet, his ragged breaths persisted; He was not a dead beast yet.

"What's going on?" Iris frowned, her senses detecting his phenomenal regenerative capabilities stirring once more, his ravaged heart reforming through some unholy means.

[It's the consequence of that capsule he ingested!] Harriet notified, relying on her analysis, and forecasted.

"Then... It cannot be helped!" Iris mumbled.

If he would regenerate after each inflicted wound, repeatedly, again and again, there would inevitably be a time when she would be exhausted of energy and hunted by his pursuit.

"There should be a limitation to the effect, but it is not the opportune moment to investigate but it's not my problem." Iris desired to incarcerate him and examine the sequel, but the timing was not good.

She placed her trust in her subordinates to fulfill their duties, and will stay away from inserting herself into their conflicts unless her aid was explicitly necessary.

'They are approaching!' Iris envisaged, as her internal artifacted Se mixed with natural one. And she exposed and studied thousand soldiers from the petite Kingdom converging upon their location.

Iris fixated her gaze upon Ethan, recognizing that he would not revert to a human state but rather descend into madness as he regenerated.

Thus, the sole recourse to extricate themselves from this predicament was...

"Annihilation of every cellular component!" She proclaimed while Henry and Zeno were going through the worst sense of collywobbles and butterflies.

Yet, they ruled the paucity of time and withdrew to the underground chamber under the guise of corroborating their allies' integrity…

… Hee hee hoo hoo!... Ahem… In all honesty, those rascals didn't want their peepers to catch the drama of the inexorable kick of the bucket scenario playing out before them.

[Destructional Fist!] Iris thought, her mind's voice booming like thunder. Her right fist clenched, sheathed in three different dimensional layers as gloves.

—Vvvvvvvmmmmmmmm!

The first, sleeve her white skin, was a spinning small atom sized vortex of pure darkness - an abyss that polished off all light.

—Tssssssssssss!

The second layer danced with searing flames. The air scintillated and vacillated, as if turned to liquid by the intense heat. Nearby house's windows rupture and melt into puddles of warped glass.

—Zzzzzzzzzzttttttt!

Finally, the outer layer fractured with spinning electricity. Tentacles of ingenious plasma lashed out, engender the very air to palpitate and space to distort.

'Some old memories are refreshing!' Iris' face twisted into a rictus grin. The Planned frantic strength of her Destructional Fist flames hungrily, Dehydrated to be set free upon an unfortunate foe.

Casting her gaze upon Ethan, who was nearly fully healed, she located her legs over him and poke her fist directly into his heart…

—KRAK-CCCOOOMMM!

A thunderous shook the air.The outer layer immediately sprang to gluttonous life.

—SCHLLLRRRRPPP!

"Arghhhhhhhhh!" Ethan's blood ionized and was tyrannically siphoned away, his crimson life-force illiberally swallowed by the third layer.

Synapses overloaded, frying neural pathways with stabbing…-

—ZZZZZZZ KKTT!

-Arcing electricity, which over and over short-circuited his nervous system. Synapses fried as searing current overuse and split neural pathways…-

—WHOOO'S SSSFF YOOOO!

-Yet the middle sheath held even greater horrors. White-hot fire vroom outwards, ardently engrossing Ethan's internal organs.

His flesh crisped and bubbled, And bursted, as the inferno diligently demolished him from the inside out…-

—RRROOOAAARRR!!

-Finally, the abyss of the third layer cavernous unlock like the maw of an eldritch void.

—VVVVVV MMMMM!

A cosmic, lightless vacuum, voraciously pulled at the very atoms of Ethan's being to Iris's fist. Subatomic bonds grate as his constituent particles were consistently teared up into the event horizon of non-existence.

"The art, the feeling, the reaction - all identical!" Iris cackled, her ruby lips curling into a wicked ear-to-ear grin.

"The only variables are the person and the world they inhabit. But the spirit?" She let out a malicious chuckle. "That dark animation and gist is delicious, thrillingly, the same."

In a fleeting, apocalyptic instant, Ethan's entire body was undone, Not his ant size particle was in the world.

His matrix ripped by celestial voltage, his physical vessel annihilated by profane immolation, his fundamental particles scattered to formless entropy within the all-consuming phenomenon of the final void.

"..." Only a drifting, acrid wisp persists of his former existence in the soothing, empty silence.

"W-Who are you? W-What are you doing?" one of the soldiers stammered. Coming out from her daze, Iris saw hundreds upon hundreds of troops girdle her.

"Hmph?... Eh!" She stood in the center as they encircled her, their bodies shuddering after watching the horrible events that had just occurred.