Kommandant Ein Part 2

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Prepare for anything and everything.

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"Who. Are. You? Are you here. To kill us? What's Alma? Speak." Godu growled out, staying true behaviorally to the shape of his head.

"Oh, me? I intend to not speak much on myself to dead people walking." He stood imposingly as Kaiser back then to them.

Safe to say, none of the talk lightened up the mood. In terms of those we were able to touch, it did get brighter. Fritz's shield went up in the form of a cube surrounding them all from the unknown man.

"You really think you can put us down after a Crawler and a bunch of dozens of Shamblers tried to do so? Ahah! I would like to see you try that, coward!" The person before them looked surprised, almost baffled even. And it was Joff who said that. What a surprise.

"Oh, you know their names even, huh? That's another question the glorious Kaiser shall ask you when I am done with you all." He walked up closer to the unbreakable shield of Fritz.

"Right... As a writer myself, I... Man, we are about to get our teeth bashed in aren't we?" Moji's sweat dropped. He couldn't help it. How was he to keep calm if his oh-so beautiful face was next on the chopping block?

"Good, finally we got some real challenge." Most of them looked at Sorin like he grew three heads, scales and breathed blue fire.

"Alma... I wonder if it relates to Moji's abilities? Could it better my ninjutsu?" She scratched her chin as if she was asked a question about the meaning of life.

He then touched the barrier. "Hm... It's stronger than I expected. It could tank the Crawlers' main weapon that would have vaporized a whole town into a large lake of molten slag, a tenth of a megaton."

"Why would you know that, nerd?!" Joff shouted.

And a miracle happened, it was something the mates of the wine-colored man would not imagine someone doing even in a millennia. He was irritated.

Praaang!!!

The golden barrier was broken with a world-shattering, grave-freezing sound. "If you come at us, come at us within the dozens of gigatons, a teraton if you truly mean business."

"Everybody run!" It was a panic move born of the desire of danger. The stronger ones like Moji and Sorin charged to meet the man while the others disappeared behind them and into the dense foliage of the gray wood.

"Let's see what you boys have truly in stock then! Minority Realm!"

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Praang!!!

"Hey, any of you heard that?" Somebody broke the silence.

"Er... It's faint... Is it the sound of glass breaking?" He responded with a question of his own.

"I think so... You wonder what type of glass they would be breaking with sound that loud..." They continued the chit-chat.

There was nothing out there anyway. At least, if there were, they would have detected it by now. "Well, whatever thing that did drop it is probably dead by now..."

"Shamblers are a bitch to dela with, yeah... Faster than bullets, a lot of them are..." They sat down near the entrance to the rooms down below, sitting and looking like a make-shift lookout.

Not that they were trying to protect their hidden fortress... It was only to retrieve one thing, and that one thing was a group of people. The only ones that could reliable repel Shamblers, a Crawler if it was stupid enough.

"You think that's them?" He twirled his gun.

"If so... Then we're going out there." He put the butt of the gun into the ground.

"Bu- Why?!" He asked angrily.

"I would rather die now than suffer in Kaiser's hands..."

"..."

Both man stayed silence. "An emperor he turned out to be, eh? Sure, if we did, it was nice knowing you Richard."

"You too, John. Let's go and inform the others."

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"What the fuck is this bullshit?" Moji screamed before dodging a testing-the-waters blow just a centimeter away from his head.

"I am sorry! Please don't kill me! I am just a poor young man!" Joff was thrown to the nearby horizon. Did the man listen or did the man not listen was the question.

"Piel De Daga!" She said the move out loud and the book buzzed with magical energy, a blade came flying out and zooming into the man's awaiting fist.

"A practitioner of magic... Wait, no... You're not magical at all, Beast." He promptly broke it with one swift motion.

"Nyo! Nyou damn..." He flicked.

He flicked so violently the air molecules formed into a deadly force and rammed itself on Monchichi's face, making her out of the count.

"After all that flair, only three stands before me now!" He was a smug piece of shit. But no one there was in the form to object that he didn't deserve it.

Everyone except for the three was put down like rabid animals. "Er... I kept silent because I was hoping... That Murphy wouldn't fuck us..."

He breathed in and out like his lungs were made from iron. "Where the... Hell are we anyway?"

"It's simple my friend... We have met our Darkest Hour... In Hell itself?" No matter how bad the situation had been, Sorin only gave out a grim smile as a peep hole into weakness.

"I can't fucking die here. No way. I still have a long list to do, damn it! One Piece still haven't finished." He smashed the ground, embers recoiling from the speed of sound he pushed through with that act.

"Hehaha... Yeah, I still haven't gotten that W too..."

"Haven't played all that I could either... I also still haven't watched that... New TouHou anime incoming..." He shakily regained his footing.

Sorin rose to the air and Moji rose to the sky. "Ah... Fresh air... Finally..." Minority Realm wasn't what it cracked itself up to be but it was majestic all the same.

That land...

Grenz was the city's name. It may have been beautiful as Heaven itself a day before Kaiser's acts but the day after that had clearly had something to say against it. It went downhill faster than a flaming asteroid.

Minority Realm was the beauty that was sucked out that day after yesterday and was left in a bowl to grow itself.

It was a seemingly infinite grassland like that of the First Zone of Purgatory. There were hills, mountains, forest, lakes  and white met architecture best described as falling pieces of Heaven that stretched kilometers in every direction.

It was a good area for a picnic. "Hey, you interested in seeing fireworks?"

And the man with the blood-colored suit could only stare in silence. "..."

"What's wrong, big guy? Staying silent is Kira's thing? Huh? Disappointed or something?" Moji taunted. He knew that was a bad move but he resumed doing it anyway.

"...Is this it? The amount of resistance you could come up with?" And he didn't like the sound of that. He gritted his teeth. He may seem to be fried right now. He didn't care about that.

He was going to use his ability, harder than before. That sun he made just a short while ago was only being boosted by the element of fire. What happened when it was introduced to the element of wind?

Let's just say, it was a sight greater than that sun. It was his own Magma Rasen-Shuriken. And it was as giant as one. "Suck on it!!!"

He threw it. "Hoho... What an appropriate final attack... Time to get my mates out of here... Kira!"

Kira stalked ahead and grabbed as many as he can. Sorin did as well. They began to high-tail it out of here to basically anywhere else from the blast radius.

"Oh, this might prove to be- He was sent along into the undergrounds with the globe of sharp and hot winds. It tore through the ground like a heated ball of steel ball thrown against butter.

It melted a chunk of the ground the size of a house and began to dig deeper and deeper. "Huh? I thought it was... Oh, can I blow it up manually like C4?"

Click.

Krathuuummmm!!!

We didn't know how far down was it. And yet, even if it was only a kilometer down, it would have still been an impressive show of power.

Out of the nearby ground, he pushed the ball of death ruptured open with an orange light. It was bulging with cracks of magma.

He quickly got out of dodge from the heaven-piercing strike, controlling it to be as safe as it could be. Concentrated. It made an entire canyon of hot material with huge valleys extending away from it like cracks.

"Huh? That is way more than expected... What the fuck am I really?" He looked his hands in a new horrifying light.

Did he just kill him, a talking, walking human being? "I am indeed surprised... You already unlocked your Anima in this short period of time..."

He whipped head back around. And threw a fist coated in fire that was blocked by black fires. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Here, let me you awaken some more."

Blergh.

His right hand was ripped out of his body, bleeding like a sprinkle let loose. It was an utterly brutal sight. "Raaaghhh!"

He fell down. It was even more brutal to his senses. 'Is this how those people felt being dismembered?'

He crashed down below far away from the crater, landing on grassy plains. He was lucky and also unlucky to only experience such pains now.

He was not yet out of the fight though. And there were two other people that returned that also made his will of fire return to nearly full force.

"Oh my God, you lost your hand!" Kohakira screamed in terror. It wasn't a clean sight. Moji's feathery cape didn't do anything to cloak it's user wounds.

"..." Sorin didn't smile anymore.

"Oh. Look who came back to see whatever came of the man you dusted into the sharks." I realized that I never got his name.

"You... What is your name." It was now Sorin's turn to break apart his limits, a calm blue glow surrounded him like the calm before the storm.

"Um... Sorin... I think I..." Kirakaze was clueless as to what to do. He could carry Moji to safety but he didn't think leaving another one to that man would be the best of ideas.

"Don't worry... I have this..." Water grew from his shoulder like a cape. His hair went from almost a buzzcut into a glorious mane of hair.

He grew into the mold of the man who would lead an entire ocean into horror and terror. One blade made from the finest metal man could find and produce. One trident created from the strongest ice the Gods could make.

From teen to the Samudra's Dread Lord, everything was blue in this pirate and musketeer hybrid's color scheme. "What is your name? For I shall carve into the plaque you would lay under six feet..."

"Hohogogogogogogogogo! Interesting. Terribly interesting..." He let loose the energies contained inside of the fire around him and began to behave like Ki from Dragon Ball. His smile was unmatched and so was his slicing glare.

Kirakaze grabbed Moji and...

He didn't feel any weight that slumped against his shoulder. "Huh? Where..."

He found his friend standing right beside Sorin... "You guys are fucking monsters..."

"Kirakaze... You are now defacto leader of SWCU. Please protect them if we don't return from this fight... Or the fight gets brought to whatever part of this world you hid them in.."

He didn't bother to argue. He ran away like anyone with a brain would. "Hey, is your arm alright, partner?"

"Hehe, good as new..." He wasn't lying and for that, Sorin was shocked. His right hand was made from strings. Presumably, from the white cape he donned.

All blood on his physique was also gone. He had his white button-up shirt and black long pants cleaner than even newly-produced fashion products.

"Hehehe... Ahahahah! I feel like laughing for a century or so... Is that normal? Should I... Yeah, I should do that..." He spoke to himself. He snapped his fingers and numerous elements obeyed his call.

Rocks. Fire. Air. Water. All of them hung near him like he was an Avatar. His eyes blazed with a unique element that shone like electricity. It was white rather than blue...

Hell, it could be mistaken as fire... "Oohhh... I didn't know my powers could do that..."

And then he made a dragon out of it that stretched out from his back and faced the black fiery hellman. It was a lightning shaped into a solid dragon.

"What are your names, young sodliers?" The Hellman asked them.

"Sorin, Samudra's Dread Lord."

"Moji, The Super Human."

"Fine names those are. Then I shall be polite as well, know my name! It is Nifreim, The Deathkeeper."

It was a legendary battle, and there was one saying that I felt appropriate to put here to perfectly summarize their spat.

May he who dies, die well.

To be continued. Continues in Part 3.