As Ottawa walked towards them, the Clown fires off a range of Magic attacks. However, Ottawa is unphased.
Well, that will get annoying. Static Manipulation, sixteen percent.
The clown hits the ground unable to move.
What the hell Kejin!
Oh, did he not explain? Well allow me. You have royally pissed me off, and I'm playing this battle in hard mode. Only seems fair that I make it just as hard for you as well.
You'll pay for this!
As the other three heroes lunge at Ottawa, Ottawa begins laughing maniacally. Invoke Title, Ouroboros Bearer-Skill: Infinite Nightmare.
Two of the three heroes are thrown aside as if they were feathers in a raging twister. The red eye of Ottawa glowing as energy tendrils emerge from him. The black lightning that he'd shown his party earlier what now in an infinite loop of zapping and reviving the heroes.
W-what the hell are you?
Me? I'm nobody special. I'm just a guy you decided to piss off.
Well then... UNIQUE SKILL! BESERKER!
The last hero rushes Ottawa who simply counters each of his attacks.
You are strong, but have no sense of what the hell you're up against. Now as much fun as this has been, I refuse to keep this farce going any longer. Invoke Title: Conqueror of Death-Skill: Overkill.
The hero's heart pulses rapidly as Ottawa grabs onto his chest and throws him at the wall of the city.
Unique skill: Lightning bullets.
As the Hero hits the wall, as fury of black lightning bullets riddle his body, the force of each strike holding him in the air, defying gravity. As the hero hits the ground, Ottawa turns to the citizens.
I am not evil. However, I will never stand for injustice and I will NEVER allow them to stand on equal footing with me. I will be founding a new nation! ONE FOUNDED ON THE PRINCIPLES OF JUSTICE, HONOR AND HARD WORK! Should you foolishly declare war or declare us enemies of your nation. I would happily show your heroes the rest of my skills as the ones you saw where a mere fraction of the strength I possess. Should you wish to join me, we leave immediately!
As Ottawa rejoins his group, a few citizens with packs and supplies join them on their trek Northwards.
A new nation huh?
I'm sorry. It slipped out! I was trying to sound cool!
Well, if that's the case we have our work cut out for us then!
Why's that?
We have at least ten people joining us on our voyage.
Crap.... I'm sorry again.
No, it's cool! Honestly I enjoy the idea! Let's make this a nation we can all be proud of!
Right.
As Ottawa and the travelers march North, the injured heroes are dragged inside and left on the streets, scorned by the people who stayed behind. As the party marched North, they reached the countries border excited to leave this nation behind them.