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Hisoka had been following Ashton for a while now.
He had seen him and Chrollo communicate. At first, he assumed Ashton was a new member of the Troupe.
But he had his doubts. Carrillo had been acting strangely around the odd scientist.
He also doubted a candidate for the position of chairman within the Hunter Association would associate himself with a group of thieves.
Especially since this man seemed to be quite influential during the election.
But Hisoka still decided to make the man one of his targets, if only due to his association with the Troupe.
After all, if a powerful person supported the troupe things would get more difficult for him and his new associate.
He prepared extensively for this fight, as he knew every election candidate was strong.
He observed the scientist for a few days before attacking, learning of his route and looking for common patterns.
He quickly found them, as the scientist also tried to attract attackers. Although subtly making it look like he was just taking a planned out routinely walk.
Hisoka knew this fight wasn't going to be so simple when the former election candidate slightly tilted his head to avoid his first throw.
A more experienced fighter with lesser strength would've rolled to the side entirely.
That head tilt could only mean that Ashton was completely aware of where the hit was supposed to land.
Hisoka still didn't back down, he had always been looking for good fights. And although his experience fighting against Chrollo made him a lot more cautious.
He always liked making fights difficult for himself, and almost losing his life to Chrollo made him mad.
The only reason he was still alive was because of his post mortem bungee gum manually pumping his blood.
He had stopped taking pleasure in great fights, now he only enjoyed the hunt and the kill.
Too bad he chose the wrong opponent.
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Before the webs approached me, I released my En, creating a solid force field of Nen around my body.
His webs seemed to stick to my Nen, and I have no doubt they will keep multiplying if I just stand around.
I theatrically raised my arms, the barrier around me started expanding violently.
There was some resistance at first, but, in the end, his strange Nen was stretched out and pushed away from my vicinity.
But he wasn't done, he clenched his fists and pulled all of the strands at once, rapidly making them whip in my general direction.
The attack made me jump backwards, but it seems he was also anticipating that, as dozens of cards flew towards my back like arrows.
I used a small explosion to blow them off their trajectory. The explosion should've been enough to block them completely, but they were pulled backwards all at once.
"You are starting to get on my nerves..." I said, as the clown silently watched me, waiting for my next move and an opportunity.
"I wasn't expecting you to be so difficult..." He seemed to be a bit frustrated.
"Well, I guess I should spice things up a bit..." I said with the most joyful smile I could manage.
But my intentions are anything but friendly. My eyes turned scarlet underneath my contact lenses.
You see, I wasn't exactly idle whilst training Pitou. And her Hatsu gave me quite a few ideas of my own. Puppeteering had never been my thing, but I was bored.
I didn't think I'd use it so soon, especially in a fight. But it all fits together too well to not use it.
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Hisoka looked on as his opponent started humming. He quickly covered his ears with Nen, thinking it was a sound attack of sorts.
He had no way of knowing it was merely a summoning ritual. Ashton may have created this out of boredom, but it was not a simple Hatsu.
Nothing truly simple could come out of that old scientist's mind. He was very meticulous with every single one of his creations after all.
A purple light shone behind the scientist, as Hisoka's eyes widened in realization. But it was already too late to interrupt it.
He could only watch as his opponent's humming came to an end, and a cheerful melody began.
The light behind Ashton moulded itself into a rusted Merry-Go-Round.
It spun around slowly, it had horses and riders.
Every horse seemed to have a mind of its own as they were all moving up and down at different intervals.
On top of the horses were little puppets, they were small and lifeless. Simply holding onto the heads of the horses with both arms.
Hisoka looked on in horror as his instincts told him to run. He was never scared of death, but this just felt off to him.
He tried to turn around, but he was stopped, his opponent had already gotten behind him in that split second of shock.
"Where are you going? Don't you want to have fun?" His smile was sickening, even to the bloodthirsty Hisoka.
The Clown felt as if his gut was sinking into his spine. He was used to being the one in power, the hunter.
The thrill of winning against a powerful opponent was something he felt many times.
But something kept yelling in his mind, to run, to leave that place. Unfortunately, he had been too late.
His escape was blocked by his opponent, he had no delusion of being able to run by him.
He could only turn around and stare at the ominous Nen construct that was slowly spinning behind him.
The cheerful music of the Merry-Go-Round quickly started being distorted. The horses all turned their heads towards Hisoka.
The movement was sudden and robotic, throwing away their previous lifelike appearance.
And suddenly, the music sped up. Along with it, so did the horses. They spun around much quicker, their gazes still locked onto the seating clown.
Slowly, they opened their mouths. Some started spitting nails at him, some were spitting curved daggers that bent around in the air at odd angles, some were spitting spears. But they all had one thing in common, their speed was hard to follow for the clown.
He quickly started moving around, dodging left and right, but he was being overwhelmed by the sheer number of them, they all disappeared after touching the ground. And new ones came instantly.
This dance went on for a few minutes, they were filled with constant struggle for Hisoka, whilst Ashton watched with glee as his new Hatsu worked perfectly.
He was constantly being grazed by the violent circus act. He was covered in cuts, he was barely standing. As the machine stopped spinning.
"Was that to your liking?" Asked the deranged scientist with a playful smile.
But he wasn't done. One of the horses, the only one that had been unresponsive this whole time, shot a chained hook towards Hisoka's arm. It swiftly sunk into his shoulder.
He was far too tired to dodge. He was quickly yanked towards the Merry-Go-Round. "S-Stop!" Was all he could muster. But the chain whipped and threw him at the top of the Carnival ride.
Right into the spike on top of the machine. His body twitched a bit, as his eyes widened in a last look of absolute horror.
His blood slid down and covered the Merry-Go-Round, as soon as it reached the rusted over a sign near the top of it. A string of letters was quickly formed in his blood. 'Blood-Soaked Carnival'.
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