Astral's Rise Part 18: Round 11

"Huh, goofy ass names." He spoke as he walked to the arena, waiving politely to Jaimie and the others before looking to his adversaries. A man riding on top of a horse. They trotted over and glared at their opponent.

"How strange." Astral felt like their bond wasn't strong and yet they trained to do this together. The man seemed to be smiling as the horse began to charge at Astral. The gods didn't even need to make an announcement to begin. 

Spirit would kick Astral with his front hooves. Astral slid to the left throwing a nasty left into the ribcage of the horse. The horse would laugh at Astral while Babentuna waved his hand sending Astral flying backwards. 

He couldn't explain why he was flying away from them. Almost as if he was being pulled. He would summon his spear and jam it into the ground. As his body was traveling parallel to the moon. Once he was still the force of the pull became a push. Slamming him into the ground, more out of annoyance he would get up with a groan as he was pulled to the right. His wings would flare up and keep his center of gravity towards his spear. Jetting in many different directions as the wave of Babentuna's hand kept Astral's gravity moving.

"Move this you asshole." Astral would be floating upside down as he pulls out his magnum and aims at Babentuna's skull. Firing five rounds. Babentuna would wave all five of them away. 

Astral was able to land on the ground, seeing what happens after the effect of heavy gravity, he felt condensed. He didn't change his size but the gravity made him sink into the ground. His knees felt the increased pressure from the effects.

Babentuna knew he couldn't keep his focus on Astral forever if he were to overwhelm him with projectiles. Hopping off Spirit he would start pulling Astral around the stage.

The sudden changes in direction were close to sickening as he couldn't keep his balance, his head twisting around making him hurt. Before his original wings flared to life. Using gravity and momentum to stabilize himself as he pulled out his sniper and would use his pair of wings to glide with freedom.

Babentuna would crank the gravity to down as hard as he could. Sending a thundering boom as Astral crashed, a bullet sheared at his left shoulder after clearing through all of Spirit.

Astral lay on the ground as his armor flared alive. Making a motion to stand he would be shoved backward. Astral aimed his rifle and unloaded the magazine. Spirit had no way to stop it as Babentuna focused and flicked the bullets away to save himself.

But doing this changed his target from Astral to his bullets. Astral closed the gap and was able to grab Babentuna by his throat. His wings holding them in the air he would chuck Babentuna into the ground making him shatter. His body separated at the seams as Astral's anger boiled over.

 Astral would throw his spear through the man. Finishing him off Astral stayed above Spirit floating in the air. Aiming his magnum at the horse he would empty the rest of the mag. The bullets just seemed to flow through the creature.

"Oh my, that was good, do it again and see if it works." Spirit would be laughing from the bullets flying through them. Astral landed and grabbed his spear and would jab the horse multiple times. Nothing came out of the wounds. "Oh, you think that hurts?" The horse would be mocking Astral. 

The click of his katana was heard and Astral would amplify himself with the breathing theory. Being able to swing over fifty slashes in the blink of an eye. Turning the horse into mush. Coming from the pile was laughter as the horse came back to form.

 "Do I need some voodoo magic for your slimy ass?" Astral spoke while summoning a water bottle for himself. Taking a sip of it before pulling out a chainsaw. "Or must I break you down even more?" 

 "Ha you couldn't hurt me if you tried." Spirit would mock him as the chainsaw would fire to life.

"Lets test, shall we?" Astral would slash straight into Spirits back legs. Whining and bucking to try and get Astral away. "What's the matter, Not having fun feeling the same spot being cut over and over?" Astral would have his murasama in his left hand, slicing the back right hoof of Spirit. Spirit would try to pull away, Astral wouldn't have that, His wings grabbed the mane of Spirit. Forcing it down to the ground. "Shame, I've never tried a horse before, where is that attitude now?" Astral would stab his spear into Spirit. Twisting it on the way down. 

"I will make you stop." The horse rapidly expanded and launched Astral back. Astral looked down and used his new power. Channeling and demanding. 

"Stay." Astral pressed the gravity and his hand down. The large pink orb of flesh flattened to a pancake as Astral clumped it back into a tiny cube. "There will be no escape or way to win versus me." 

The bubble screamed as its voice would echo in the arena to push Astral. Using the gravity ability to keep him grounded. "You are mine now," Astral drove his free hand deep into the cube and ripped outward while ripping out more of the puddle. "Be done and embrace death with open arms."

Having no joy in his voice as he slices up Spirit. The chainsaw would rip apart the fibers and hold Spirit together. Finishing it off. He would send his spear and saw back to the pocket dimension. He would walk back over to all of his friends. Not realizing that the next four fights were going to be exhausting.

He felt weary and heavy as the two onlookers wondered. Which one of them is up. "Lone, we have a plan, we can stick to it right?" Mike asked his companion as vines slowly surrounded the two. Mike stroked the vine softly.

"He learns more with each fight. Even if they aren't physically a challenge to him, he seeks ways to improve." Lone's voice soothed the two of them. "I have little to show and offer him. In the long run it may be in vain, but he can end this."

"Mike, you and Bloom shall report to the arena." the gods spoke to the dou who stood there.

"That gives us our answer. Lone, may we meet down the line good sir." Mike extended his arm out as Lone shook it. The vines crawled along as Lone donned his armor. Mike sensed dread from all around him.