End Game (2)

[Alex Malice]

Ares was starting to get pissed off, he saw the first rock coming towards him, and threw a punch destroying the rock apon impact. He would keep that arm extended and go for a back fist to Yzal. Though all of Ares' men where stunned by the fact Ares was bleeding. Or else they would of jumped in by now. This was the first time they had even seen him flinch from ana ttack let alone back off.

They where watching thsi fight very intently, hoping to see something that was supposed to be impossible. Killing a god? Defeating sure, but killing one, they are supposed to be immortal. This would deffinitly have some sort of determining factor on if the lackies here decided to continue being in the Dogs gang anymore or not.

[Mercado]

~Now...Die!~ Thought Yzal as the god had obliterated his distraction in a single punch.

Yzal however wasn't expecting the man to use the same arm to retaliate against him and barely had enough time to avoid it. He spotted the attack from the corner of his eyes and instinctively ducked down, feeling a breeze from the arm's swing blow above his head, then continued through with through with his attack that consisted of lunging forward toward the man.

Yzal proceeded to thrust his right hand into the man's already open neck wound hoping to land a deathblow on the man. Considering this was Yzal's last makeshift weapon, if his attack failed, he'd be pretty much helpless against the gang (and god) that surrounded him.

[Alex Malice]

'Missed?'

The boy had dodged it, this kid was amazingly fast and good, there was no way! But what this kid wasn;t expecting was how Ares would retaliate next. He saw the arm come in and go for his neck wound, but Ares used that other arm of his to catch Yzal's arm at the wrist, yet it still went into his neck far enough to finish the fight. Ares last motion would be to grip the wrist, twist so the back of the elbow was facing up and send his other arm downward into the elbow breaking it.

though if that worked or not Ares was done, the blood loss would be effective on him and all the damage would of ended it and he would be down. The war god, Ares was defeated.

[Milova]

The silence of the night was broken as the sound of steadily chopping blades filled the sky. Four dark shapes zipped past the expanse of the moon, too quick for anyone to make out. Rolling clouds coming in from the north provided additional cover for the jet black helicopters as they flew towards their target. Inside the lead, a single figure sat waiting. His face was expressionless, his muscles tight. He did not glance out the window as the city appeared sporadically beneath the clouds outside.

***

Not too far off an abandoned sky scraper once occupied by a variety of businesses was now filled with blood and unconscious victims. Several delusional gang members proclaimed themselves the Olympian Gods, and were waging war with invading fighters from Public School #259. Interestingly enough the students were grinding their way through the opposition. Slowly but surely they made their ways towards the top floor eliminating any lackeys or ‘gods’ that stood against them. It was an ample place for things to change.

4

As students and gang members battled it out in vicious confrontation none of them noticed the four black aircraft circling the building. The only ones who did were the pair of rulers on the top floor. Zeus looked out his bay windows that surrounded his throne room with a quizzical expression. Who were these new infidels that trespassed on his hollow ground? Hera simply smiled from his side. More insects for the crushing.

The choppers dipped lower and doors opened on their sides. Three lowered themselves to ground level so that groups of flak armored men could pour out. Armed with taser rifles and strange insignia on their shoulders, the men charged into the building as the fouth chopper pulled up even with the third floor window. The lone figure stood in the harsh wind gusting against him thanks to the chopper’s twirling blades. A pair of long white ribbon tails whipped about behind his head. His eyes were hardest, protected from the wind by a pair of sunglasses. The figure leapt out of the vehicle, crossing the long distance with ease. Crashing through the window he did not flinch as glass shards placed wounds along his arms and face. He landed on the floor of a hallway. Two bodies lay off to his left; one a thug, the other a student. Ignoring them and the chopper he heard a crash from off to his right. He bolted in the direction in a blur. The building was dark around him. No electricity lighting any rooms. None of it mattered.

A door busted into the training center crashing heavily to the floor, forcing the goddess Artemis and John Ong to hop away from each other. “What the hell?” John exclaimed as he caught sight of a new attacker. “Who are-” the goddess began before a fist collided with her jaw with the force cannon shell. He body tumbled away, bouncing off of a weight bench and finally smashing against a wall. John’s eyes were as wide as the moon outside. How the hell did that guy move that fast? He was already picking Artemis off the floor. The brimstone addict could see her screwing up her face to spit blood at her enemy, but was stopped short as her head smashed back into the wall from a head butt. An eye-blink later a second head butt, then a third. The wall was crumbling away from the force of the impact. Still the woman seemed to be alive. She attempted to grab the assailant’s wrist. Twisting his around the man reversed the grip and brought his open palm up. Her forearm bent at a 90 degree angle. She screamed out in agony falling to the floor. So much for a god. One final kick to the stomach sent her crashing against the wall and into unconsciousness. Off in the distance, the student heard some crashing and the shouting of voices he did not recognize.

The man turned from the fallen goddess, and faced the #259 fighter. John clenched his fists but could not help from trembling. This guy was no brimstone user. He was unsure if the stranger was a friend. Artemis was down but- John Ong felt a hard thud to the side of his neck before a couple thousand volts of electricity were pumped into his body. Falling to the ground, a pair of armored men came into the room. The boy lay twitching on the ground. His vision shook, but he did see the ungodly stranger leave at a quick pace. A pair of hands grasped his shoulders. Glancing up all he saw was an insignia that read ‘RSF’ then he felt another thud to his chest, and the world went black.

3

Athena waited patiently at the receptionist’s desk on the fourth floor. More of her pupils would be arriving soon. One already lay unconscious from their lesson on the floor behind her. Glancing back, the goddess smiled. She hoped there would be more in the next batch. Wisdom was always better learned in groups. The others could watch as the chosen pupil was humbled into the ground. She heard footsteps, and turned to look down the corridor in front of her. A new boy stood impassively at its center. His body was covered in minor cuts, though he looked to be for the most part uninjured. She hopped off of the desktop to her feet. She could guess this one’s strategy. Stay on the outskirts of all the fights. Only get involved when absolutely necessary. That way he could save himself for commander. A good stratagem, one used by many a military special forces throughout the wars of history. A smart one, this pupil. He made one vital mistake however, he encountered an unavoidable enemy. He probably had already spent up his allies on hers. She was no Ares, but even the wise knew the ways of war. This pupil had just lost his.

Her beautiful lips parted to speak but no voice left her. The boy was gone, and a fist was lodged in her stomach. No, not in…Athena glanced back over her shoulder. A bloodied fist protruded from her body. She trembled as she turned to look at the demon of a boy. His eyes were as cold as the four winds. Grasping her shoulder the boy slowly removed his hand. Athena’s lips parted as she slowly sagged to the floor. Moving wordlessly, she asked the only question on her mind. W-who? He simply stared down at her, as life left her forever.

2

The fifth floor consisted of but a single large room. Originally the office of a Fortune 500 CEO, it was now throne room to the king and queen of the Greek Pantheon. Zeus sat immobile in shi throne, staring across a long red carpet at the room’s only access, a single elevator. At his side, the regal Hera stood, waiting. Even they could hear the commotion two floors below. The blasphemers would soon arrive. Of course, it would be interesting to see which of the #259 rats actually made it this far. Surely it would be many. Probably female. It could only have taken the truly strong of the humans to group against the gods and make it all the way to the Zeus’s throne room. She could think of no other better candidates than a group of modern amazons.

When the light above the elevator finally reached the number five the Queen of the Gods drew her shoulders back and her chin high. The doors parted, and a single boy strolled into the chamber. Hera’s eyes narrowed. “What is this!?” she screamed striding in front of her husband. “A single student. A mere boy comes before my husband with such insolent eyes!” the goddess strode forward with every intention to kill this pup. She had been so prepared to face a young amazon in front of her husband. She had hoped to wrestle the girl to the floor and toy with her a little. Something to entertain her king, lift his spirits on this night of failures. Perhaps the tumbling of female bodies and tearing of clothing would have brought a smile to his lips, making him forget about all the others who had failed in his name. But this, this, this, insolent BOY!

Quickening her pace the woman clenched her fist. Coming within a few feet she drew her fist back in a blur.

1

A loud clang reverberated through the elevator shaft as something smashed into the doors up on the fifth floor. The elevator having returned to the first floor suddenly had a splash of red stain its roof, then another, and another. Far above the doors to Zeus’s throne room were bent backward into the shaft, an opening large enough in the middle to display the sprawled corpse of Hera, hanging half out in open air. Blood trickled freely from the corner of her lips as the pool in her mouth grew too large to be held any longer.

Back in the chamber beyond her Zeus stood shaking before his throne, but not in fear, in sheer, unrivaled fury. His fists clenched so tightly that small arcs of electricity arced across his knuckles as he flexed his qi. One hit. ONE HIT! This boy, this DEMON had disposed of his wife with a single hit! “What did you do!?” the king of the gods bellowed at the slowly advancing boy, “What in all of my kingdom did you do!?” Zeus could no longer contain himself. Just as his wife had done before him, he charged forward, only he was not underestimating this demon-boy. The air crackled heavily as he pumped every last ounce of qi he had into his gloves.

He saw the demon halt and spread its legs, bracing for impact. Zeus was smart, he could not be thwarted like all before him. His left fist shot out aiming for the man-things gut. Yet as his opponent moved to block the god juked, bringing his divine right fist in faster than any human could hope to match. Even if the demon managed to survive the initial blow from his punch, all the electricity coursing through his hand would wrack his body in unbearable pain.

Thud. Crack. Fizzle.

Zeus’s eyes spread in shock. His fist was clutched in the vice-like grip of an unmoving hand. The demon’s own fingerless gloves smoldered under the energy flowing through it, but the thing did not flinch. It was not even looking at him as it held his fist within its off hand. Zeus’s eye twitched. His left hand came back round in an attempt to break free. The demon swatted it away and twisted the captured arm behind the gods back. Now wide open, Zeus took the force of a train wreck to the face. The first blow broke his nose. The second sent teeth flying to the back of his throat.

The king of the gods spit blood and bone from his mouth as his head hung forward. Groaning, he looked up into the demon’s face. “This is not possible. You are a mortal. I am Zeus! I am the god of gods—ruler of all the world! I AM THE KING OF THE GODS!” he roared into the demons face, exerting qi through his body from some unknown source within.

The beast looked back without emotion. “Then I am sorry,” it replied finally, “That you have no one left to pray to for mercy.”

Their bodies twisted and before Zeus recognized it, he’d been thrown in the air. Time slowed as he peered down at his attacker. “I am Ichiro Kazahana.” the deomon continued—two kicks faster than the he could see, slammed into his stomach, sending him higher, “I am the son of Kazuma Kazahana.” the titan fell back onto its hand four boots slammed into Zeus’s stomach—his back hit the ceiling of his throne room, “And you are interfering in his work.” the ungod curled its legs as it still spun on its single hand touching the ground—it hurled itself upward. Zeus could no longer feel anything. Kicks slammed into him so hard that he could feel himself being embedded into the ceiling. Cracks spread all around him. Blood spewed from his lips. Bones shattered from hundreds of impacts. Then it stopped.

Ichiro fell away from him. Landing in a crouch on the red carpet, his attacker looked at the ground. Though his every nerve was on fire, Zeus felt some modicum of relief as he began to fall away from the ceiling as well. Falling in slow motion, the king of gods saw Ichiro raise his head up, revealing a fist encircled in arcing electricity. The last thing the man who proclaimed himself a god ever felt was the feeling of his own qi move smashing into his face and sending him up through ceiling up onto the building’s roof. His body was limp and without life long before it crashed back against the stone of the rooftop.

***

Each of the ten students of Public Highschool #259 would be found unconscious the next day in the nurse’s office. As she came in with her cup of hot ginger root tea, teacher and nurse Oki Nanda paused as she saw them all laying or sitting, strewn about. “How the did all of these ducklings get into Oki Nanda's office?” she asked with a sigh. Setting her tea aside she closed the door and went to work. No reason to wonder now. She could ask questions later, with Paddle in hand.