[He Who Eludes Death] charge: OFF. Reloaded in 8 hours 43 minutes 18 seconds.
“NO!”
Priam slamd into the sand at Mach 5, the impact shaking the beach like a minor earthquake. Flashing out of the crater, he backhanded a punk who had a chainsaw grafted in place of his forearm. The Arkanian’s body detonated under the force of the blow, shards of bone and brain matter scattering across the beach.
Ignoring the geyser of blood, Priam dropped to one knee beside a decapitated corpse. Gently, he lifted the severed head lying nearby, studying the lifeless features of a young man roughly his own age.
Dark brown hair, green eyes, lightly tanned skin, the dead man could have been his brother. Priam froze, staring into the face of death. Terrible mories assaulted him. Back in Ti, the Reunion, and the Tutorial. Violence, blood, and screams filled his mind. He had grown desensitized to his own death but not that of others.
Plop, plop, plop…
Priam looked down. Red liquid flowed from the severed neck, tracing down his forearms, pooling at his elbows before dripping onto the thirsty sand. This was the lifeblood of soone who had dread, hoped, and loved. In the grimace of horror etched onto the face before him, Priam read a reproach. If you had been faster, I wouldn’t be dead.
The young Champion gently laid the head back where he had found it, then wiped the innocent blood from his hands. Rising, he turned toward the battlefield. A chilling silence blanketed the combatants, his explosive entrance having stunned everyone.
“C-Can you save us?” asked a young woman.
“No.” Priam could still feel the lifeless gaze of the severed head boring into him. “But I can kill them,” replied the Juggernaut.
As a sniper adjusted his aim, Priam roared, unleashing the full weight of his charisma and Conquest Aura. The air itself seed to buckle, and most of his enemies dropped to their knees, crushed under the oppressive force of his presence. Refusing to sully Prosse with impure blood, Priam surged forward unard.
A brutal acceleration brought him to the enemy front line. His first punch shattered an Arkanian’s ribcage, reducing bones, lung, and heart to pulp. Before life had even left the man’s eyes, Priam was already moving. Four ters further, his elbow obliterated a machete, a cheekbone, and the brain behind it in a single motion.
Drawing on Micro’s control, Priam weaved through his allies, delivering death to every Arkanian in his path. Jabs, uppercuts, and kicks moved too fast for the Tier 0s to track, and no flesh could withstand the force of his blows.
A shield blocked his view. Priam struck, deforming the tal with a single blow. The warrior behind the shield grunted but remained standing as runes absorbed much of the impact. Humanity was losing because their equipnt was inferior.
Furious, Priam dropped low and swept the legs from beneath his opponent. His tibias smashed through steel boots and flesh alike. Pushing off the ground with his hands, the Champion sprang up, ripped the shield from his dying opponent's hands, and hurled it like a frisbee. The makeshift weapon decapitated five Arkanian fighters before embedding itself in a cyberpunk-styled tank.
Raising his left foot, Priam brought it down on the shield-bearer’s skull. The sensation of brain matter oozing between his toes made him want to vomit.
“Watch out.”
Jasmine’s warning rang out an instant before the tank’s cannon glowed orange. Priam summoned his wings and overclocked his legs, launching himself out of harm’s way as the cannon fired. A glowing projectile shot past, scorching the air.
Summoning a sphere of ice in his hand, Priam hurled it into the tank’s barrel. When the weapon fired again, its cannon ruptured. Despite this, the tank remained a threat.
Flashing directly onto its hull, Priam plunged his Conquest Aura-shrouded hands into the armor. Against his overwhelming force and the silvery halo, the steel parted like water, and his arms disappeared up to his shoulders.
Feeling air through his fingertips, Priam summoned Pyro, igniting a fireball inside the cockpit. Pressure built instantly, and he rode his mist as the tank detonated.
Cheers erupted from the human defenders. With Humanity’s Spear, they found hope once more.
Priam reappeared in front of a young Arkanian woman. The ferocity of her facial tattoos clashed with the fear in her eyes. He hesitated for a heartbeat, and a shadow blade slit her throat before he could act.
“Before you showed up, she was killing with just as much savagery as the others. I saw it,” Jasmine said coldly.
“You don’t have to fight them.”
“Because she’s an Arkanian? Screw that. I was born on the sa planet as them, but I chose to be your Shadow.”
There was nothing more to say. Priam turned to his next target and executed him with a crushing headbutt. He had witnessed Arkanian cruelty firsthand. There would be no prisoners today.
The two Champions spread death without anyone able to stop them.
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