The afro haired man had gotten away quite a while ago. While those three fought to prove their alpha gene's he had managed to slip away unnoticed. He kept on putting distance between them and him until he was on another entire floor.
This floor was different from the other. There were white substances floating down from the sky. Snow! He had never seen it before nor had he felt it. This feeling that he was currently feeling was different from how he normally felt. This feeling! The opposite of warmth, what was it called... yes cold! The cold! It gave him a sense of relief. He fell on his knees and stared up at the sky and giggled. The giggle turned into a chuckle which then turned into a full blown laughter.
He laughed and laughed and laughed. To him everything was funny, after all it was his first time laughing. He loved this feeling and he did not want it to go. This feeling that came with the laughter, this feeling of the snow on his skin. Joy and cold!
It was kinda strange! Usually when people picture joy, they think of a comfy house with a blazing hearth surrounded by a family that loved you from the bottom of your heart but not this man.
His first ever good memory was from this snow so to him this would be his first thought of the word joy.
The man laid back down on the snow and spread his arm and rolled around in the snow.
His sheathed sword was only a metre away from him.
"If you keep on rolling around in the snow like that then you will definitely without a doubt catch a cold." the man grabbed his sword and unsheathed as he jumped up on his knees.
He was kneeling down with his sword ready to attack.
It was the three people who he had just escaped from.
"Stop, we are not hostile's" the lady in a sweet voice. She spoke in a way that it felt like she had a lot experience in dealing with children.
SHWWWIIIIIINNNNGGGG!
A spiral of darkness left the man's sword headed straight for the woman.
"EVADE!" The woman shouted. They all moved out of the way of the spiralling arc of darkness each dodging in a different direction.
The giant breasted elf woman looked back to see the damage done and she was actually pretty surprised. The trees behind her had fallen to the ground only leaving a stump that showed it had been surgically cut.
"Engage! Restraint!" She shouted. As soon as she said that Nero burst out of the ground from behind the man. There was another him running towards him.
"I've got you, cutie cheeks!" The man roared with a ferocious voice. The man did not disengage his stance instead he leaned forward and delivered a kick to the man's jaw.
PAAAA!
The sound of him slumping on the ground was heard. The man turned forward and saw the other Nero's fist almost connect with him. He pulled his head back pulling it until he was in a very limbo position.
Nero saw this as a chance. He raised his leg so that he could drop an axe kick on the man. He jumped back several metres just in the nick of time as an explosion went of were he had just been standing.
The man was also blown away by the explosion. He was not expecting it to harm him. He had seen him do it! He had seen the other man with the two children do it and not get hurt at all, so why was it that he felt pain?
The man propped himself up with his sword. His sword felt different from before. He took a quick look at it and was surprised when he saw that it was solid glass. When had this happened? How did it happen?
The man looked at the battlefield to see everyone. Nero was rushing towards him, the giant breasted elf woman was drawing a circle on the floor with chalk. Where was she? Where was he? The clone? The small pink haired girl? Where were they?
The man raised his sword to protect himself from a flying kick from Nero.
SMAAASHHHH!
The now brittle sword could not take the full weight of a miniature rhino. The glass shattered hitting him in his face. He closed his eyes and opened them a few seconds later due to the glass hitting his face.
He saw Nero's fist coming towards him at slow motion speed. He wanted to move but he couldn't. He took a look at his feet and saw that he was hips deep in sand.
Nero's fist only kept on coming closer until it finally connected with the man's face. As he brought back his fist to punch him again he saw the man spitting out blood.
The blood was bright red with a hint of blue. Nero had a thought but cast it aside as he punched the man again.
KCCCCCHHHHHK!
Nero looked down at his abdomen to see what the pain he was feeling was. He saw a small ice spike that tgat came out of the sand that was covering the man.
The ice spike went through his stomach completely leaving a giant gaping hole.
"NERO!" The elf woman shouted in a panicked voice.
"I'm alright do not stop!" he said.
The afro haired man had managed to get one of his legs out out of the sand only to see the sand move and cover it again.
With a wave of a hand he did something he thought he never would. He summoned a wall of fire. Despite his crippling fear of fire he summoned it. Nero jumped back several metres in time to dodge the fire. The pink haired girl had also suddenly materialized in front of him and jumped backwards somersaulting through the air.
"Kolfi, how long... till your finished?" Nero asked through heavy intakes of air.
"All done." She said.
The woman stood up straight her hands glowing brightly and several circles with stars all over the ground.
The man once again wove his hand and the fire parted way enough for them to see him. He put his hand forward in between the small hole in the wall of fire. He pointed at the three who were standing together except for the elf who was floating slightly above the ground. When he spoke his voice scared them all.
It was the type of voice that was good for narrating a horror story in a nightmare. The type of voice that called the darkness. It was the type of voice that one would not want to hear at a graveyard at night time.
"I'll KILL YOU ALL!"
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