A couple days had passed, and the group were yet to see results in Akira's recovery, neither info on Two's return, worrying Akira in the process. And he wasn't strong enough to go and find her. On the other hand, Nova had other plans, involving a certain soldier.
***
"Seriously...?" Shane and Nova stood before a restaurant Nova previously ate at, and was kicked out from. "So...What do you want me to do?" He asked, with a reluctant demeanour.
"Just, back me up, act scary. How you usually are."
He let out a muffled groan then nodded. They both entered the restaurant..
Greeted with the aroma of such luxuries, the pair made their way to the front desk. A short man awaited them
"Good evening, is it a table for tw-"
A fist was delivered to him from Shane which sent him crashing onto the floor.
"Sorry, but can this reservation be postponed? I'm just having my starter."
Instantly, a barrage of bulky men came rushing towards them.
Nova exchanged a glance with Shane, a silent understanding passing between them. They knew that confronting these men would not be easy, but they were prepared to do whatever it took to bring them to victory. With a sudden, explosive burst of movement, the enforcers lunged forward, their fists flying with deadly intent. Nova and Shane reacted with lightning speed, dodging and weaving through the barrage of blows with practiced ease. With a sudden, explosive burst of movement, the enforcers lunged forward, their fists flying with deadly intent. Nova and Shane reacted with lightning speed, dodging and weaving through the barrage of blows with practiced ease. But the enforcers were no slouches, their sheer size and brute strength proving to be formidable obstacles. Nova felt the impact of their blows reverberating through his body, the taste of blood filling his mouth as he fought to keep his footing.
But things were about to get serious, when a few brutes equipped their pistols. Using tables as cover, the duo ducked and weaved, however it was impossible for them to get near enough to fight. The whole restaurant was in almost complete chaos, and it had just gotten worse, as a black slim vehicle pulled up by the entrance of the building. Everybody froze, knowing whoever would come out from that car is not going to be happy.
The door opened, and an elderly man, with a hunched back, and a cane, hobbled into his restaurant.
"What useless people are affecting my business..." He rambled to himself. "Don't tell me it's that useless son again...Uselessness..." Then, he looked up to see Nova and Shane. Anger erupted from him and he poked his stick at Nova. "You again! Utterly inadequate behaviour! Quick now, take them away!"
***
Not before long, the pair were held at gun point in an tall secrete building way up high. The old man stood looking out from a window in front of them.
"Do you know that I have watched my own son get arrested? Right down on that street?"
He turned and faced them. "What makes you think I won't allow worse to happen to useless disruptions like you?"
Shane perked up. "This is nothing compared to what I've been through."
"Yeah, been there, done that," Nova added, "So, what have you got planned, geezer?"
The bloke resorted to biting the edges of his nails, which were already in pretty bad shape, and went quiet.
'If I can catch him off guard...'
Finally, he spoke up. "I've decided to put you two in Lucifer's Den."
Nova whipped his head up to look at the man before him. Lucifer's Den was a
"You're Mango Martinelli..?"
"Who else would I be, Useless?"
"The Mango Martinelli is just some old guy? Then I have nothing to worry."
[ *100 Mana used.
Mana: 0/100 (Regenerating...)
Rage is active. ]
The assistant holding the gun to Nova's head kept a close eye on Nova. Though it wasn't close enough. His eyes widened upon seeing his karma coming back to bite him. As a fist from Hell. Nova punched the living daylights out of that man, sending him crashing into ands through the wall, resulting in him falling down the the streets below. The crowd was stunned, including Shane and especially Mango.
"You are a Remake too?" The old man taps his hand on the palm side of this other wrist. A gust of smoke exerted from his body, and slowly but surely, Mango was growing, in height and width. The whirrs and metal clanking together were coming from the inside of his body.
Soon, he was twice the size of Nova and Shane combined, embolden by his flame of ambition.
Nova raised a derrogotary finger. "A Remake? Why would I put that Mech stuff into my body? Hell no, I'm just strong."
"I had thought we were alike. But no, you are blind to Exquisiteness. Then, I will be the one to alight the flame in your eyes, Useless Warrior."