Warfield Chaos: Ayush vs. Ego
Scores of bombs and rockets fill the air. A haze of smoke and dust filled the air, combining with the smell of gunpowder and blood. The far-off sounds of war — metal grinding against metal, bullets ripping through flesh, screams of pain and terror — were just background noise at this point.
Amidst the hysteria, Ayush remained still, his breath steady despite the over violence. He was a man of storm, metallic energy buzzing around him like electricity too hot to touch. But in that moment of silence, something wasn't right.
Then—beep.
The sound sliced through the battlefield like a knife. It was understated, but ominous enough to feel as if it meant something — worse — than death.
Ayush's instincts flared.
The woman warrior across from him stiffened, her face curling in terror. As if the sound had awakened something deep inside her, a terror she had been conditioned to feel, but also didn't completely comprehend.
Then, she moved.
With desperation in her eyes, she raised her gun and shot.
The bullet fired off and flew straight towards Rudra's lifeless body. It was a desperate, last-minute attempt, driven by a primal desire to eliminate whatever threat was in her path.
But she never stood a chance.
Ayush moved in a flash, his metal energy bursting out like a raging tempest. With a snap of his wrist, the bullet exploded in a cloud of dust, going nowhere, not even taking its intended destination.
The woman's breath hitched. Shock. Rage. Fear. All of them played across her face over the course of a heartbeat. Then she raged, lunging at him, a shiny knife clutched in her hands.
With each desperate slash she swung wildly, and quickly. But to Ayush, she was slow.
Too slow.
His might radiated forth, and in the blink of an eye, all of her metal shriveled and fell away to dust.
Her knife. Her armor. Even her tiniest metallic reinforcements in her boots — gone, reduced to dust.
Her gaze flickered from snarling fury to pure terror. She was defenseless.
Ayush didn't give her a chance to process. He closed the gap between them, his punches coming at brutal efficiency. Each blow splintered her defenses further, enough to break her spirit as easily as shattering bone. She didn't stand a chance.
Within seconds, she was breathless, dazed, unable to defend herself. Ayush's arm locked around her throat, his fingers tightening with just enough control as he watched her wriggle.
Then he shot her without even pausing.
Her body flew through the air and landed with a sickening thump on the ground near Kim. She was coughing up blood, her limbs shaking as she tried to move.
Ayush didn't even glance back at her. She was done.
"Handle her," he growled at Kim, his voice flattened with finality.
And then, he moved.
Faster than a bullet.
Behind him, a shockwave followed, walls blasting to dust as he pushed through them with murderous force. Defying all odds, his speed was a barrage that ruptured the lines of the enemies, slicing through ranks of enemies as if they were merely made out of rice paper.
After that, he hit the battlefield.
He immediately picked up an automatic submachine gun.
And then, hell was unleashed.
Fires tipped like the stars of the sky, as bullets rained down like a rainstorm, shredding everything in their paths. Bodies dropped. Blood splattered. Screams filled the air.
Ayush moved like a machine — efficient, precious, unyielding. Each pull of the trigger was deliberate, every movement calculated.
The battlefield had ceased to be a war zone; it was the making of a cemetery.
But, in the middle of all of that, something in him … paused.
It was an unshakable sensation that washed over him, something visceral, primal.
His eyes narrowed. His breath slowed.
Then, he stopped firing.
And the chaos around him continued, but Ayush had already tuned it out. His hands balled up, steel energy cresting like a runaway tsunami.
Then, in the same motion — he let it go.
A gigantic wave of energy blasted outwards, freezing everything in its path.
The battlefield froze. Bullets halted mid-air. Smoke stopped swirling. Even the wails of the dying appeared to fade.
And then—the dust settled.
And standing in the wreckage was him.
A man awash in ruin, as if he were one with it.
Tall. Hair falling down his back in crimson and navy scrapper. Eyes glowing with an unnatural, otherworldly intensity.
It wasn't just that he was a powerful presence. It was absolute.
A different kind of force charged the air.
Ayush exhaled sharply. His fists clenched tighter. He knew who it was.
"So, you've come too… Ego."
A smile ghosted across Ego's lips. Emotionless. Cold. Calculated.
"Why waste time fooling around with these weaklings? His voice was crisp, hard as a knife edge. "If you really want to fight, then fight me.
His words weren't an offer. They were a demand.
A c
hallenge that had but only one result — war.
The war was far from over.
This was only the beginning of the real fight.
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