The city continued to crumble around them, the once-proud skyline now reduced to fractured buildings and dust-filled air. Liza, having guided most of the civilians to safety, took a moment to survey the ongoing battle from her vantage point. From the rooftop of a nearby building, she watched as Moxie and Insanity exchanged devastating blows, their clash threatening to reduce the entire city to nothing but rubble.
Determination filled her eyes as she summoned her weapon—a bow made entirely of wind, the air itself bending to her will. The translucent form of the bow shimmered in the sunlight, glowing faintly with an ethereal energy. With expert precision, she drew back an arrow formed from the same swirling wind and aimed directly at Insanity.
Below her, the ground shook as Moxie and Insanity continued their relentless fight. Their bodies moved at incomprehensible speeds, their strikes sending shockwaves that caused nearby structures to collapse. Insanity grinned maniacally, feeding off the chaos that surrounded him.
Suddenly, the faint sound of a beam being fired cut through the din of battle. Insanity’s head snapped toward the noise, his twisted grin fading for a brief moment as he looked down to see several holes burned clean through his torso. Blood sprayed from his wounds, dripping onto the broken concrete beneath him.
Moxie saw his chance. With all the strength he could muster, he leapt forward, aiming a powerful kick at Insanity’s chest. But just as his foot made contact, something felt wrong. Insanity...was laughing.
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The holes in his body had done nothing to slow him down. In fact, they only seemed to fuel his madness. His laughter grew louder, echoing through the broken city streets as he caught Moxie’s leg mid-kick. "Is that all you’ve got?" he sneered, his eyes wild with bloodlust.
Moxie’s face tightened in frustration as he struggled to break free. Insanity’s grip was ironclad, and Moxie’s attempts to counter were met with brutal resistance. Insanity’s speed was beyond anything he had faced before—every punch, every move seemed to come faster than the last.
Before Moxie could recover, Insanity opened his mouth wide, an eerie glow building inside his throat. With a sudden burst of energy, he unleashed a powerful beam of concentrated light. The attack was so fast that Moxie barely had time to react. The beam struck his right arm, and within seconds, it disintegrated completely.
Moxie’s scream echoed through the battlefield as he was hurled back, crashing into a pile of rubble. His right arm was gone—nothing remained but the seared flesh at his shoulder. His vision blurred as pain coursed through his body, but even in his weakened state, Moxie forced himself to stand. Blood dripped from his wounds as he steadied himself against the debris, his breathing ragged.
Insanity, still grinning, took a slow, deliberate step forward, savoring Moxie’s agony. "What’s the matter, Moxie?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You’re supposed to be the one fighting the gods and sins, right? But you can’t even handle me."
From her rooftop perch, Liza gritted her teeth. She couldn’t stand by and watch Moxie lose. Tightening her grip on the bow, she fired another arrow of wind, aiming straight for Insanity’s heart. This time, it would strike true—there was no room for error.