An entity despising the battlefield, needing to take up her arms again for a bit. One pushing her far, forcing her into this state. Her great rage, her purely flowing sentiments. Paving the way towards the future, her shining heart. Locking onto her enemy, bursting through. Destroying everything around her, the hero following, both nearing their opponent. A foe refusing to give in, a person coming far. Modifying his body, trampling on countless.
Crashing against Astek, their enormous strikes. That one sliding back, hitting the mast of the airship. The cyborg's weakening body, those intensifying sparks. Releasing more reserves, his sounding soul. Two proceeding, colliding into the enemy. Blocking their assaults, their heavy attacks. Pushing onward, the foe ascending far above. His high hand, forming an enormous divine energy ball, his immense hatred.
"Disappear along with the rest!" hurling it at them.
"Wait for your opportunity." Cyra's eyes slightly to Azim.
"Huh?" glancing to her.
Blackness secreting from her, this unyielding rage inside of her. Crushing her surroundings, everyone feeling her intense weight. Putting away her katana, bursting through. Pursuing her target, piercing his attack, this violently exploding force. Colliding into him, rendering her knee into his stomach. Knocking the wind out of him, her fiery resolve. Grabbing him, descending to the land.
Slamming him into the airship, immediately sweeping her foot off the floor. Lifting him a bit above, instantly turning to her side. Kicking him afar, her heavy attack on her foe. Giving chase, her enemy touching down. Appearing in front of him, his shaking vision. Backflip kicking him high, cutting into him with the blades in her shoes.
Lowering her stance, her deep rage. Her great fury, these powerful desires within her. Homing in on her foe, her feverishly flowing darkness. Screaming out, her blood red eyes. Releasing malice, her blackening body. Taking to a shadowy state, her immense speed. Her unending frenzy, shredding him with her claw, slicing into him with the blades from her gauntlet and boots. Hastily moving over him, hitting him below.
Diving to him, striking through her target. Astek crashing below, this staggering impact on him, his sparking body. The devil shortly standing, darkness clearing from her. Her high claw, unleashing her negativity. Distorting the dimension, transferring them elsewhere. These flowing streams, endless emotions in this realm.
A field continuously going on, this crushing pressure on her enemy. Malice shackling him above the ground, these powerful sentiments. The cyborg stepping forward, his awareness on her action. The young woman from a distance, extending her katana. Lowering her stance, spreading her position. This sword growing from behind, stretching far into the void, radiating its crimson light. Her sharp gaze on her target, his unease, this binding influence on him.
"You will feel our desires..." Her solemn tone.
Intersecting lives in the flowing streams, these endless possibilities. Deep desires guiding the way, constantly opposing the rationality of others, moving towards their goal. These common sentiments, this target ahead of her. Rushing onward, powerfully exerting shockwaves. Nearing him, her displaying heart. Witnessing the life of another, a hero's resolve.
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This awakening what is inside, revealing an old nature. Closing in on her foe, colliding her blade through her target. Piercing the dimension, devastatingly damaging her enemy. The rapidly regenerating foe, her blackness rushing in, sealing it away. Standing with her back facing her opponent, her vision slightly behind on the cyborg. Both nodding in agreement, that man walking up to his former leader. His hands inside of his coat pockets, shortly arriving in front of his target.
"You know you will not survive after this battle, so what is the point...?" Astek's weak eyes.
"It is called being a bit selfish, now and then, it is not so bad." His faint smile.
His critical body, constantly forcing out reserves. Wanting to see this conflict to its end, his heart within. A last threat to deal with, two waiting for him at the end of this nightmare. His vision on them, those precious individuals shining light on his path, smiling at him. Running onward, the young woman watching. Her hands behind her back, bearing witness to his path. That hero unleashing his power, his harshly igniting divinity.
His trembling enemy, seeing the cyborg's great rage. Colliding a flurry of punches into Astek, those memories from the past with him. His reason for becoming a hero, someone desiring to protect his family. Doing so for others as well, many bright faces still to his mind, his heart embracing this finale. Dashing behind his foe, turning to his side. His high kick, launching his opponent far above. Standing from below, watching his struggling target. Removing his limitations, flying up to that one. Negativity binding his former leader, Azim's cold gaze.
"My daughter, she was just six years old. She didn't even get the chance to properly experience life. My wife, someone so full of energy. You took them away from me, and finally...you will feel our emotions..." His calm voice.
Strongly carrying his memories, never letting go of them, awaiting the day to bring justice to the demise of his family. His direction to go forward, not caring about the conclusion, these aligning goals. Divinity exerting from his body, releasing all of his energy. Wrapping his target in his might, compressing it into this one, hearing their agonizing screams.
This violently exploding force, crushing the dimension. A conflict no more, those once again underneath the crimson light on the airship. The hero sitting down, bracing back against the mast. His failing body, sparks emitting from him. Blood streaming down, those before him. The young woman reverting her state, shortly kneeling to the man. Raising her hand, his own stopping her. Their meeting eyes, the devil understanding his wish.
"You already know don't you...what my selfish request is. So, can you grant this washed up hero what he wants? To be with his family...?" weakly smiling at her.
Their short time together, a friendship forming between them. His message to her, a man completing his goal. Finally bringing justice to his family, believing in his direction. Nothing more remaining for him, those waiting for him at the end of the darkness. Moving towards them, a smile across his face. These flowing sentiments, the demon relating to these emotions. Sadness in the air, everyone coming far together, rising to their challenges. Accepting his decision, this difficult moment for them. A hero feverishly pursuing his path, doing his best. Giving hope onto others, ridding the world of its threat. This Defender of Midgard, his friends admiring him.
"You are not a washed up hero, but a true one." Her soft tone.
Her warm words to him, a hero until the end. This great pleasure to him, his shining soul. Light on his path, that man moving towards his past. His blurry vision, his gaze to the velvet moon. Taking in this sight, shortly closing his eyes. Tears to his vision, looking at his family. A long time since this, their welcoming smiles, leading him away. The following day, Cyra standing by a tombstone. Azim amongst two, those closest to his heart. Faintly grinning, her attention to the vast blue sky.
Bringer of Demise, Iconoclast. This world is in good hands with you...thank you, for setting this old hero free...
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