Back at the diner, the rest of the group scrambled to repair the massive hole in the wall left by Moxie's explosive attack. Snow worked alongside her two sisters, trying to patch things up, while Auforus still fumed. "Moxie! You're paying for that wall, you hear me?!" he shouted into the distance, though it was clear Moxie wasn't going to respond.
Calypso, however, was more concerned about the battle unfolding just beyond the city. She glanced toward the fight, her face etched with worry. "Hold on!" she suddenly yelled, sensing an immense wave of pressure approaching. The others, confused, looked at her just in time to feel the ground beneath them tremble. Only Auforus and Calypso managed to stay upright, bracing themselves as the overwhelming aura washed over them, while Snow and her sisters clung to the nearest solid objects for dear life.
Auforus finally understood why Moxie had been talking about a rematch the night before. His frustration faded, replaced by an unsettling realization. "So that's what he meant…"
Meanwhile, the fight between Moxie and Insanity raged on. Their blades clashed in a whirlwind of metal, sparks flying in every direction. Insanity, though skilled, was clearly struggling. Moxie's speed and sheer strength were overwhelming. Each strike from Moxie sent a shockwave through Insanity’s arms, and he could barely keep up.
As their blades crossed once more, Insanity's eyes widened in recognition. "You're using Michael’s sword style?" he shouted, sweat beading down his face.
Moxie laughed, the sound cold and mocking. "So, you finally recognize it. Took you long enough."
Insanity gritted his teeth. This wasn’t just Moxie’s strength—he had somehow learned the late archangel's unique style of combat. As their duel continued, Moxie suddenly threw his sword high into the air, catching Insanity off guard. For a brief second, Insanity hesitated, confused by the move. Moxie, however, wasted no time, switching to a bare-handed stance. Insanity’s stomach dropped. "Is he… using a Chinese fighting style now?"
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Before Insanity could react, Moxie closed the distance in a blur, his fist slamming into Insanity’s midsection with tremendous force. Insanity gasped, feeling the wind knocked out of him, a deep dent forming in his stomach. He barely had time to register the pain before Moxie followed up with another brutal strike, sending Insanity crashing into the earth, the ground cracking beneath him from the sheer impact.
The others at the diner widened their eyes as they felt the shockwave ripple through the ground. Calypso clutched the table for balance, her heart racing as she looked on helplessly.
Despite the hit, Insanity slowly pushed himself off the ground, coughing but still alive. He chuckled weakly, wincing as he stood. "You’ve gotten stronger, Moxie. I’ll give you that."
Moxie, not saying a word, raised his arms and cut into them, letting his own blood spill out. Before Insanity’s eyes, the blood shaped itself into two sharp katanas, matching Insanity’s own weapons.
Insanity’s expression darkened as he realized what Moxie had just done. "That’s your new ability, isn’t it? You can mimic techniques and fighting styles just by watching them… A quick copy," he muttered, still catching his breath.
Moxie simply grinned. "Pingo," he said with a gleam in his eyes, confirming Insanity’s worst fear.
A cold sweat broke out over Insanity’s brow as he prepared himself for the next round. Moxie’s ability to instantly copy and perfect combat techniques made him nearly unbeatable. Still, Insanity wasn’t one to back down, not even in the face of such overwhelming odds.
"Guess I’ll have to get creative if I want to stand a chance," Insanity muttered to himself, gripping his katanas tightly, knowing full well that his next moves had to be perfectly calculated. If he misstepped, even once, this fight was over.