Arc 4: What families entail
Road to a Hero:
Three chances in another world
Chapter 47. The End bringer
The sight of the volcano distracts Moro, allowing Edward to free himself from his grasp by kicking him in the stomach. Moro gets up and brushes his legs, he looks to see Edward still and ready so Moro moves in once more, and they trade blows for a while. On the other hand, Soku begins to panic as she has just been pulled into the water by Ju’stone. She blasts herself up and is in awe of the volcano's eruption. She tries to get out of the water but is pulled back under. She looks to see Ju’stone fully transformed and playing with his prey. His giant teeth, discussing gills, and slimy skin strike fear into Soku. He drags her deeper and deeper into the sea, dragging her into the middle of the bay. He leaves her stranded, but she creates another cloak of wind and uses it to bolt to the surface. She takes long deep breaths before seeing the bay in the distance.
Soku: “Running…low…on mana…and I’m bout to die to this fish dude…not doing well.”
Soku gets pulled back under, and she uses her mark of providence to burst wind from her foot, cutting his hand. She watches him move into the darkness of the sea until he moves like a torpedo behind her. His jaw extends open, his sharp teeth right about to chomp into her. And in an impulse of fear she gets into a similar position that Gray gets into when he uses his astral form; she plants her fists together and swirls a great force of wind around her. It swirls the water around her making a whirlpool that Ju’stone gets pulled into. He gets pulled right to the center, where the wind is strongest, and she uses her mark of providence to greatly increase the power of the wind sphere.
She releases all of it in one quick explosion. The wind slices into Ju’ston’s body, making great gashes in his skin. The water rushes back to the center, where Soku is and it creates a geyser blasting her into the air. It does the same for Ju’stone and sends him flying right beside her. While sideways she spirals in a circle, twisting so fast that Ju’stone doesn’t have time to block and swings her sword right down his body, cutting him in two. She falls back into the sea and uses the last bit of her strength to create one last wind cloak and sores back to the bay. After she gets close to the shore, she runs out of mana, and all the water she pushes in front of her slams back into her. This little mess-up almost drowns her but she floats back up to the surface, floating back to sore.
Soku: “I DID IT! I can’t feel my arms, my legs, are pretty much anything…BUT I FUCKING DID IT! HELL YAH!”
Soku stares at the moon, awaiting victory. But she hears the volcano continuing to flow, letting fear set in.
Soku: “I still can't believe. We're winning, but Athens…is over.”
On top of the blown-up and burning pirate ship, Edward stands proud.
Moro: “I’ll give it to you, you’re doing pretty good.”
Edward: “My friend finished your friend, and my Red Arrows are almost done killing your dirty pirates. But I’m just getting started.”
The weeks of brutal training had paid off massively. Edward was faster, more in tuned with every part of his body. That, along with a incredibly sharp blade and dense armor, brought Edward up to his massive beast; he truly was a Helsing. Moro’s hands begin to grow, then his legs, his arms, his head, and his body. He gets a bit taller and his teeth get a bit bigger. Then his blue fur gets thicker, making him look like a monster in human clothing. Moro's roars shake the night sky. Even with a giant monster standing before him, all Edward does is point his sword at Moro.
Edward: “COME AT ME YOU BEAST! KILL ME RIGHT HERE!”
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Moro charges Edward on all fours, shaking the broken burning ship. Moro swings his giant arm, an arm the size of Edward's entire body at him with full force. Edward tries to block with his sword, but he struggles and is hit so hard it pushes him through the wooden floor, right into the ship's hull. He gets up, finding himself in a blazing fire, igniting his cloak and forcing him to remove it. Moro grabs him and pulls him out of the flames, burning his hand. Moro tries to bite Edward's head off but is stopped by his helmet which is too hard to pierce. But if he’s able to chomp with full force, his head will be eaten. Edward swings his sword before Moro can take another bite, dragging it through the heavy, dusty, flaming, raining air and leaving a large gash in the side of Moro's neck, crushing his collar bone. Moro drops Edward, and his helmet gets stuck to his teeth, leaving Edward helpless to another attack to the head. Moro spits the helmet out and struggles to lift his arms. Through sheer effort alone Moro tries to punch Edward again. Edward pulls back his hand, extends his foot back, and clashes fists with Moro.
Moro: “NO WAY!”
Edward uses the dragon's fist, and the resulting crash sends out a wave of power. But Moros arm begins to wain while Edwards almost shatters. But his will prevails, sending Moro barreling back, while cracking all the bones in his left arm. Edward's arm slumps down, heavily injured due to the backlash of the technique. Moro stands back up, straining himself to keep his form. Steam starts to come off his body as he starts to run towards Edward, growling the whole way there. Edward tosses his sword into the air, using the dragon's fist to hit the hilt of the sword, which sends the blade piercing through the air like a cannon. It hits Moro’s shoulder so hard that it goes all the way through, bursting through his shoulder like it'd been hit with a cannon ball before stabbing into the mast of the ship. Almost blasting right through it. Moro stumps to the ground, trying to move his arm but to no avail.
Moro: “SHIT! HAHA! YOU TOOK OUT MY SHOULDER! DAMNED BRAT!”
Edward almost falls over, the backlash from using two dragon's fists is heavy.
Edward {I…still have one last…trump card…I know he told me not to use it…but I have to…if I use another dragon's fist I’ll destroy my arms…and even bones in my body…I have to use it.}
Edward seeps into his mind, letting all the rage and pain he has held in his body these past twenty-one years he has been alive burn through, like a raging flame of hate. Breaking past the pain that once held him down to instead use it as strength.
Edward: "MORO GRAVESTONE, COMMANDER OF THE GRAVE STONE PIRATES! BLACK BEARDS SECONDARY FLEET! YOU TOOK MY MOTHER! MY FATHER! MY HOME! MY LIFE! FOR THAT, I WILL GET RETREBUTION! YOU WILL FEEL THE HATE I'VE HELD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE PASS THROUGH YOU AS YOU DIE A PAINFUL DEATH BY MAN HAND! I SWEAR I WILL HAVE VENAGNCE! YOU WILL PARAISH RIGHT HERE!
Moro: “THEY CALL YOU EDWARD VAN HELSING, THE END BRINGER! BUT YOU WILL NOT BE MY END!... I WILL NOT DIE HERE! NOT NOW! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT TO YOU! TO A NOBODY WHO I SHOULDA KILLED YEARS AGO!”
Edward and Moro scream at each other, and this time Edward starts running toward Moro. Sweat, tears, and blood come off Edward's face. His shaggy black hair waves in his eyes, and his scared eye starts to bleed. He activates all his internal mana and awakens his OD. The increase in power lets Edward close the distance almost instantly, delivering multiple powerful strikes to Moro's chest. Each punch breaks bone after bone in both of their bodies, almost killing them. Edward then dives to grab his sword but Moro stomps on Edward's leg, crushing it. Edward pays no mind to this grabs his sword, and turns his body, stabbing his sword into Moro's knee. It easily cleaves through, giving Edward the chance to cut Moros's chest open and return the force to do the same thing once more. Moro, now with his guts about to fall out of his body, cannot do anything more. It was a gamble, taking the rest of Edward's seemingly endless stamina, but it worked. Moro backs off, letting Edward get up. They both struggle to stand, taking heavy breaths as the rain drenches them. As Edward stands in disbelief Moro shrinks down into his base form, his bones breaking and stabbing into each other. Moro takes out his cigar from earlier and tries to light it, but it’s no use due to the rain. He drops the cigar and falls to his knees as Edward drags his sword across the sinking, burning ship.
Moro: “Can…you…light…the …cigar?”
Edward picks up the cigar and the flame crystal, lighting it. He puts the cigar in his mouth and inhales a large amount of smoke, before letting Moro do the same. Edward begins to cough and Moro struggles to laugh at him for it.
Moro: “I…told you…it wasn’t…personal…”
Edward slams his sword down onto Edward's head, crushing it.
Edward: "Dammit...DAMMIT! GOD DAMMIT!"
Then he does it again and again turning his head into a pool of blood with the floor beneath it destroyed. Edward takes Moro's jacket and puts it on, but it is much too big for him. He tears some of the bottoms off and wraps the sleeves together so he can wear them like a cloak. He then steps off the ship, and once he does it gets pulled into the ocean and begins to sink. His senses go blank, he hears nothing, sees nothing, feels nothing. Screams of his mother fill his head, and flashes of his mother's head being bitten off consume his mind. His stepfather's skull getting crushed. His entire village was consumed by raging flames and horrid screams. And in an instant, it all fades away and a large weight is lifted all over Edward's body, finally being free. But he still didn't get his white hair, but he doesn't care. He walks over and sits beside Soku, lying down with her in the soot covered and wet sand.
Soku: “Shits rough.”
Edward: “You…got…that right..no to wait for a healer...”
End of Chapter Forty-seven