Tom was scared, he was the most experienced at first,but then Antonio got his "upgrades" , James well he didn't get anything special, and John he seems weirdly disconnected, he has insane potential, he is simply extravagant, and then there is me , strong and that's it.
Tom was truly scared he didn't know what can and will happen, his mind only went and thought of his shortcomings which in all honesty, were too many, he saw the squadron, he slowly approached his demise, it wouldn't work, his plans they required him to use to much strength and there was the commander as well, he calmed down, as he said
Like my master, my mind is empty it is only filled with happiness.
He jumped down, the commander already knew this, the commander also known as E-5 was the weakest of all the commanders , his squadron depended on speed, whilst the commander was pure strength, the commander sent out his squadron to do his bidding.
The Twelve Dashed towards Tom, he stood his ground and blocked all the attacks, he couldn't counter any of the attacks as it would leave him open for a thousand attacks, the Twelve Lightings (Squadron members) started to slow down, they couldn't land a single hit , and that was where Tom took his chance, with a single smash, he killed one of them, the body was sent flying , the head disintegrated , Tom turned around to grab another one and with his sheer strength he smashed through the armor , the bones, and the skull killing another.
Now only ten remained, they were scared out of their minds, a human, part human killed two of them , and one was killed by his sheer strength, they all rushed again, and managed to land some hits, but Tom couldn't feel it, had he underestimated himself and the teachings of his master, he thought so, as he started to throw the Lightings away, they all started to panic, a simple man was now defeating the legendary squadrons of the commanders, this was scary for even the commander who now wanted to join, but simply couldn't swallow his pride.
Tom took more of a offensive approach like his Master, and used his sheer strength to overpower and overwhelm his enemies, but he still couldn't kill them, he had the strength to do it but he didn't have the time nor chance to land a killing blow, the battle was in a stale mate, 10vs1 and there seems to be no clear winner, the Commander started to get anxious and threw some pills towards his squadron, they were performance enhancing drugs, but were not lethal as the ten alive lightings swallowed them in an instant they knew that the pills were their chance of survival and victory.
But they were too tired out, all Tom really had to do was wait for the drug to run out and it's side effects to kick in, which would leave the squadron in a weakened state, in which it would be rather easy to pick them off.
Tom didn't know all of this but he knew that all drugs have their weaknesses and so does this one, he was starting to lose, as the drug had reached its peak, and it was near impossible for Tom to hold them off, their speed was too much for him to handle and he was sent flying, he would try to recover but they would simply toy with him and throw him around like a ragdoll, and the commander who was now visually shaking as he had heard that one of the commanders, the strongest of them had been killed and that the commander who was supposed to patrol the ship and palace of Harlord the First was now engaged in battle, the commander started to lose hope.
He thought to swallow his pride but this would set him back, if he did so he would forever be known as the Commander with No Pride or Honour , a fact that truly scared him, to him a title after his death to be negative was more scary than dying right here right now, Tom now realized the drug is starting to fall off and he took his stance, his only chance was to finish this, cause if it looked to hopeless the commander would intervene, or so he thought.
Tom took his stance, and launched the ten lightings, once feared were now the ones in fear, they could do nothing but hope and pray that they can survive cause they knew, no one would save them, and like that one by one they fell like flies, they were the prey now, they were tired out their body looked as if the blood had been sucked dry, they were northing but walking corpses in the grand scheme of things now.
The number quickly fell from ten to eight, as the two bodies were tossed aside , unrecognizable from the damage inflicted by Tom, the eight seemed to be slightly calm, to them death was a wish , Tom didn't know this nor he ever would, because the battle was about to reach its climax, the eight Swordsmen took their stance, their blades united and they launched, a yellow blur was all that could be seen, and so Tom swung his sword, a blue blade hit the ground as the ground shook, eight hit the ground, and one was left standing with nothing but a scratch, the eight bodies were destroyed , as a gush of wind flew pas Tom, the Lightings seemingly used all their strength in one final attack, an attack which was the cause of death, only quickened by the slash of Tom, the commander who now stood up, he was no longer surrounded by twelve men who would do anything for him, now it was his turn, the chain had caught up to him, now he was on the field and the battle was about to commence, the ground felt cold as Tom smirked and said
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