Testament of strength, brawl vs brawl
"NOOO!!! SPARE ME, PLEASE!" A child's screams ripped through the frozen air, only to be swallowed by the howling wind. She hung limply from the bear's massive claws, her frail frame writhing in agony as she tried to break free. Her fingers clawed at the beast's fur, nails snapping, her desperate efforts meaningless against the monstrous creature's unrelenting grip.
The bear lifted her higher, its blood-matted fur and glowing, savage eyes a grotesque reminder of her doom. The girl sobbed uncontrollably, choking on her own terror.
Her pleas faded into broken gasps as the creature's claws dug deeper, shattering her ribs with a sickening crack. A crimson spray burst from her lips, staining the snow as her body convulsed in pain.
It wasn't enough for the bear. With a guttural roar, it yanked her apart in one brutal motion, tearing flesh and bone as easily as dry twigs. The jagged halves of her body hit the ground in a grotesque splatter of blood and organs, steam rising from the warm viscera now scattered across the frozen earth.
The beast descended on her remains with ravenous hunger, its jaws ripping into the mangled flesh. The wet crunch of bones echoed, grotesquely clear against the howling wind, a monstrous symphony of violence and carnage.
The mountain stood cold and indifferent, the peaks and cliffs bearing silent witness to the savagery. There was no mercy, no hope—only the unyielding cruelty of a world where even the smallest cries for help were devoured.
"MOTHER F*CKER!!!"
BAM!
A fist slammed into the bear's stomach with bone-shattering force, sending it soaring through the air. Blood sprayed from its mouth as the impact reverberated through its massive body.
But before it could even process the hit, a dark silhouette materialized beside it, a blur of shadow and speed landing blows on it's body.
The bear's roar of fury was cut short with every strike, its blood spattering across the battlefield as it thrashed and clawed wildly, desperation mounting.
The shadow kept coming, relentless and fast, landing blow after blow, a violent dance of power and precision.
The bear's rage ignited, its eyes burning with frenzy as it tried to retaliate, but the silhouette was already gone, only to reappear again, faster, stronger.
It was a flurry of brutal strikes, a storm of madness and adrenaline, until finally, the bear collided with a wall, bones creaking under the force, and it crumpled to the ground, its body mangled and barely clinging to life.
"You're nothing but a vile beast that deserves to be put down. If you take lives, you should be ready to give yours." The silhouette revealed itself from the veil of snow and slowly began to approach the bear.
"How many have survived, Uriel?" Azrael asked, his voice hoarse.
"From the remaining 20% of the original group, we've lost 5%," Uriel answered, her tone filled with exhaustion, hunger, and, most of all, worry.
Days had passed since the battle with the bear began, and things were not looking good. The group had scattered as fear took root in their hearts, and this led to more deaths.
Some had tried to trade blows with the bear, but it would relentlessly hunt down the weaker ones, using their life force to heal itself.
Azrael's wounds were brutal—deep gashes exposed his ribs, his left arm hung limply from a severed tendon, and his right leg was impaled, blood streaming from every injury. His face was slashed, and yet, despite the mortal injuries, he staggered forward, driven by sheer will to survive.
The bear began to rise, its gaping stomach wound and all its injuries healing instantly. As it fixed its gaze on Azrael, it felt only bottomless malice, a deep, unrelenting desire to end it.
The bear had tried to kill Azrael before, countless times, but failed each time. Not because it was weak, but because Azrael refused to die. When it turned to Uriel, Azrael chose to sacrifice his own life to save hers, a choice that broke something inside him.
Every time the bear fled, Azrael hunted it down with grim persistence, his every movement drenched in fury. The relentless pursuit was more than just a hunt—it was vengeance. And with each chase, the bear began to fear Azrael, a dark seed of dread taking root in its heart.
"ROOARRE..."
A dropkick slammed into the beast's face, launching it through the air before it could even react. It crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact, its retaliation reduced to a distant thought.
"How dare you open that filthy mouth of yours so proudly," Azrael spat, his voice dripping with disgust and unbridled hatred.
Without looking back, he commanded, "Uriel, search for others. Your condition is better than mine. For your safety, I'll take this thing down with me... I'm ending it."
Despite Uriel's desperate cries, begging him to stop and retreat, Azrael continued to march forward, unwavering.
Unbeknownst to him, the tattoo on his right hand began to shimmer, its faint glow signaling the awakening of his authority—born from his unyielding desire to end the beast.
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"ROOOAAAAREEEE!!!"
"WHY ARE YOU RUNNING? DON'T RUN!!"
A demonic beast, barreling through the cold, snowy mountains at 170 miles per hour, was consumed by sheer terror.
Though driven by instinct and lacking intelligence, it fled desperately from a mere 5-year-old. As it glanced upward, panic surged through its mind—a little demon was pursuing it, effortlessly carrying an entire tree like a toy.
BAM!
The massive tree crashed into the beast, shattering its desperate escape. Dazed and struggling to rise, it felt a foot slam down on its face with such crushing force that its head was pinned against the icy ground, unable to move.
Before it could even process the pain, Azrael loomed over it, his expression devoid of mercy. Without a moment's hesitation, he gripped its left arm and yanked violently. Flesh tore, bones snapped, and blood sprayed across the snow as he ripped the limb clean from its body, tossing it aside like garbage.
"ROOOAAAAREEEE!!!"
"I said don't run, I am done being a pacifist"
Azrael grabbed the beast's head with his right hand, his fingers digging into its fur and flesh as he forced its head still. Without hesitation, he drove his hand toward its eye, gripping it tightly before yanking it out in one brutal motion.
The beast roared in agony, thrashing wildly as blood gushed from the empty socket. Summoning all its strength, it lashed out, slamming its massive paw into Azrael and sending him flying through the air.
"ROOOAAAAREEEE!!!"
The bear staggered to its feet, channeling the remnants of its life force in a desperate attempt to regenerate. But then it felt it—nothing. Not even a faint tingle of healing.
It froze in terror as the horrifying truth settled in: its severed arm and gouged-out eye were beyond recovery. No matter how much energy it poured into itself, the wounds refused to mend. Instead, blood continued to gush from the gaping injuries, soaking the snow in a crimson pool.
Its body trembled, not from pain but from the sheer realization of its helplessness. The finality of its fate was undeniable.
"Why aren't you healing?" Azrael questioned, his voice dripping with disdain. "It doesn't matter. What you're experiencing isn't murder... it's an execution."
His vision blurred as exhaustion and hunger began to take their toll, his body growing weaker with every passing second. Yet, seeing the beast slowly dying sparked a twisted satisfaction in him.
"Roo..." The demonic beast gasped, its instincts screaming for survival. It channeled every ounce of Qi into its remaining arm, knowing that its only chance was to give everything it had left to kill Azrael.
Azrael's voice was barely a whisper, strained with effort as he muttered, "I put my life on the line with this last hit." He poured all of his Qi into his right arm, each pulse bringing him closer to death, but he pushed forward, determined to finish what he'd started and ensure Uriel's safety.
With a final burst of energy, both the demonic beast and Azrael launched themselves into the sky. Their fists collided with bone-shattering force, and the shockwave it generated ripped through the mountains, causing the snow to collapse around them in a deadly cascade.
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