An Immortal

Isaac stood above the two fallen members of the Hexagon as he stared down the rest of them. They too couldn't keep their eyes off him. Knowing the speed he was capable of, they knew they had to keep their guard up.

"You've surprised me, twerp. I'll admit, I didn't see that coming. The name's King. You should be proud, not many get the privilege of knowing my name." Said the Leader, introducing himself and walking away from his mistress. He walked toward Isaac, passing the frustrated Oliver.

"Cool. My name's Isaac. You'll be wise to remember it." King gave no response, only looking at Isaac with a straight face, standing a few metres away from him.

Without warning, King pulled back his arm, preparing to swing. Despite Isaac being confused as to why King was attacking from such a distance, he still prepared for any possibility. King breathed in as he swung his arm. One could see the arm growing rapidly, expanding in size as it quickly grew to be triple the man's size.

The giant hand swung through the air at surprisingly quick speeds despite its size. The wind resistance and the marble floor proved to be insignificant to the attack, as it zoomed through the air, digging at the ground as it went. Despite this, it still proved to be useless in the face of Isaac.

Isaac leapt over the hand with agile and swift movements, making his movements look easy to onlookers. The hand soared past him as the remaining of the Hexagon darted their eyes to the flying Isaac. He was given no time to relax as he swerved his body midair, barely dodging a ball of compacted electricity, courtesy of Oliver's turrets.

Isaac dropped to the ground, keeping his eyes on King and Oliver. However, he noticed something, as evidenced by his thoughtful demeanour. He wasn't a fool for this to happen to him again. He looked around, noticing the red female was gone.

Just as he thought this, he ducked as a red razor-sharp blade threatened to decapitate him. He jumped back, noticing a familiar redhead standing with an eerie smile as two curved blades hovered over her, connecting to her palms.

"Is that her blood?" Asked Isaac, noticing the liquid that protruded from her cut palm and constructing the weapons. Other than the colour, the blades had no noticeable details. One could see its texture was similar to that of liquid, however, the thin sharp curves would surely make them rethink.

"Hey, boy. You're pretty strong. You beat those idiots pretty easily. Now, show me more." Saying this, she dashed at Isaac, unleashing a flurry of unending attacks.

She waved her hand in the air as the curved blades swung by Isaac. They were fast and precise, always targeted toward the most vital parts of the body. Despite this, it still failed to even scratch Isaac.

"Roxanne, wait!" Yelled King, however, his words fell on deaf ears.

"Yes! You're doing great!" She yelled, cackling crazily. As she said this, the blades started to increase in numbers. In the blink of an eye, there were four blades instead of two, travelling at blurring speeds.

"What's wrong with this lady?" Thought Isaac. She acted peculiarly and fought with no consideration of her surroundings. Oliver and Jack were unable to attack due to the threat she posed.

Isaac waited for the perfect moment, before leaping in, passing her blades as she widened her eyes at the sudden unexpected moment. Her eyes were barely able to keep up with his movements, but even without them, she could tell. She was screwed.

Isaac moved past her body, removing his tie and tying her arms and legs in a second. The Hexagon couldn't help but stare for a few seconds. Even Roxanne couldn't help but blink a few times, her brain frozen after she had braced herself.

"Don't look so surprised. This is a master play on my part. My Grandpa always told me that tying up the girl is a risky move. But if I succeed, there are a lot of benefits to it. He also said that restraining shouldn't always be my go-to. Only if the other is compliant. But I feel like you gave me no choice." Said Isaac, nodding his head and commending himself.

The Hexagon couldn't help but stare at Isaac for a few seconds. They stared at his facial expression, figuring out whether he was serious or not. But his innocent face left them slapping themselves on the forehead.

"Are you sure he was talking about fighting?" Asked King with a defeated expression.

"Of course. Although I will admit I still don't know what the last part means. It's probably implying to always be a gentleman." Said Isaac with a stoic face. It wasn't long after that King and Oliver wore a face of understanding.

"Alright, the kid's an idiot." They concluded, preparing to continue the battle. However, before they could, their tied-up comrade had suddenly risen to her feet after her blades went on a rampage, cutting her loose. They couldn't see her face, but if they did, their hearts would sink.

"No. He's… he's the one I've been looking for." She said, her voice oozing with alluring charm.

"Crap! She's fallen for him. Quick Oliver…" Before King could finish, his words were cut off by Roxanne's rambling.

"I've been searching for a strong individual to hold me in their arms. I was always the strongest everywhere I went and it started to bore me. I wasn't like normal women who were interested in handsome or funny men. Instead, I searched for the one thing that would excite me. Strength. And to top that all of you're a gentleman." She said, with a red face, her words never-ending.

"Did I just get dumped?" Wondered King with a raised eyebrow.

Before she could go on, she felt a bone-breaking force slam into her gut, knocking the air out of her lungs and knocking her unconscious.

"Maybe I misunderstood Grandpa's lesson. That didn't work at all. Or maybe it only works on normal people. That girl was frickin' nuts." Said Isaac after retracing his arm while Roxanne dropped to the ground unconscious with a smile on her face. He didn't spare a second as he went on the offensive, zooming toward the defenceless Oliver and finishing him in one swift blurring motion.

He didn't finish there as one could see a streak soar toward King. Isaac smashed his fist into the clueless man, only to feel his knuckles fall upon a soft, wet clay-like substance.

"I have total control over my body. I can make my skin more fit to take damage." He explained, darting his fist to Isaac, smashing him in the face. However, Isaac too was still standing as he grinned.

"This is exactly what I've been looking for. Let's play a game. The last one to fall is the winner." He said, making King raise an eyebrow. It wasn't long after that King smiled as well, staring at Isaac with fierce eyes.

"You're on!"

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Jay stood silently, eyeing his opponent as if he were a mighty predator. His cold gaze was enough to make any normal human take a step back subconsciously. However, Victor showed an unusual reaction.

"How surprising. I wonder what made you exceed your limit. Determination? Anger? Responsibility to protect those you care for? How fascinating. I knew I was right about you." Said Victor with a large grin of accomplishment. He opened his mouth to speak again, however, before he could, a dagger zoomed by him, cutting his neck after he barely dodged the death blow.

He guarded his vitals, knowing he wasn't fast enough to dodge all the blows. The dagger darted by him, each time leaving a cut on the middle-aged man's body, travelling at blurring speeds as it curved in the air, turning back to Victor, all while Jay stood unmoving.

As this happened, the far wall of the basement started to change. The white surface started to rotate, revealing a dark abyss behind it. Due to the complete whiteness of the room, the dark patch in one of its walls was very easy to notice. Even Jay, who didn't seem to be in his normal state of mind, couldn't help but glance at the anomaly.

In the next second, peculiar rocket-like items started to zoom out from the abyss, propelling through the air as the combustion carrying it roared. Its blue flame and purple texture were enough to make anyone wonder what exactly the items were. They zoomed toward Victor who extended his hand amid Jay's assault.

In an instant, it clung onto him, expanding at his touch. It started to scatter onto his skin, coating every inch of his body. Another fell upon his leg, doing the same. His other two limbs witnessed the same fate as one could start to see Victor's whole body being covered by what looked to be a flexible metal.

Soon, Victor had dawned a whole new appearance as his suit of armour hummed with power. A rich purple hue dominated the suit, radiating a regal and commanding presence. The purple colour was deep and vibrant, symbolising strength and nobility. Intricate patterns of dark blue lines flow across the surface of the armour, adding a dynamic contrast and accentuating its contours.

The palms of the armour were adorned with glowing circles, emanating a soft, radiant light. Jay assumed they signified the suit's power and energy. In addition, two glowing purple circles adorned each foot, matching the palm circles and imbuing the armour with an otherworldly charm. Victor stood with an arrogant grin, wiping the blood off his face.

"I'm the King of Weapons for a reason. Let me show you why." He said, placing a helmet on his head. One that he had been holding for a while. The armour's helmet resembled that of an astronaut, featuring a sleek and streamlined shape that encased the wearer's head. The face area is adorned with a transparent material, allowing a clear view of Victor's pretentious look.

In an instant, he raised his palm at Jay, blasting a bullet of pressurized air. Contrary to the previous weapons with this ability Jay had seen, this one fashioned a slight purple hue, not to mention the size and power difference. It zoomed toward Jay at high speeds as he put his hands up to protect his face from the raw power coming from the attack.

Before it could reach him, his dagger zoomed into the attack cancelling it out but sending the dagger flying in response. Jay was now left defenceless as he glanced back at his opponent, only to find Victor gone.

In the next second, he felt a crushing blow crash into his gut, lifting him off his feet and making him cough blood. His eyes threatened to pop out of his skull as he struggled to breathe, slamming back down into the ground. Victor stood over him as he hovered off the ground, a blue flame roaring under his feet.

"Perhaps you misunderstand me, Jayson. You picture me to be a monster when in reality we're the same." Said Victor, prompting Jay to snap back with a raspy voice.

"We aren't anything alike!" He yelled as his dagger zoomed through the air, shooting into Victor's mask. However, it proved to be useless as it bounced off, not leaving a scratch. Victor didn't even acknowledge it as he continued to speak.

"Aren't we? We were both exiled from society, left to feast with the rats with no one by our side. But despite our odds, we were able to achieve our goals. Or at least I was. You still refuse to accept your destiny." He said as the dagger once again bounced off his mask, failing to damage it.

"But that's a lie. I still haven't been able to reach my goals. They're just beginning. Allow me to tell you a story of a man I once knew. A warrior. A demon. An Immortal."

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