I hate Camper (Video Game)

It's warm.

A little too warm

As I strained to open my eyes, a fiery landscape and crumbling ruins came into view. "What the hell happened?" Massaging my temple, trying to relieve some of the headache that is mercilessly assaulting my head.

First things first, let's get back on our feet. After rising from the ground, he carefully surveyed the surroundings, only to find an eerie absence of any signs of life. Some part of area was engulfed in flames, with the fire stretching as far as the eye could see, only a few area were without fire.

'Ah, so this must be the first singularity, Fuyuki'. Its origins remain shrouded in mystery, but what we do know is that it all began with Saber and her eventual corruption on the other servant, and possibly involved the presence of the demon gods.

But let's not waste anymore time thinking about irrelevant things when we have a short temper beauty lost somewhere.

…

With each agile leap from one building to another, Grimmjow blazed through the air, his increasing speed unmatched. Along his path, he effortlessly dispatched a horde of skeletons, leaving destruction in his wake. Of course these were just to test his strength.

In mid-air, as he gracefully leaped from one building to another, Grimmjow found himself suddenly besieged by a relentless onslaught of swift, crimson arrows. The sheer speed and power of each arrow were enough to topple buildings or pierce through even the most formidable of armors.

So the fact that he was able to dodge them and even tank a few hit and making it out with only small scratches here and there speaks volumes to his physique.

As he touched down on the ground, his gaze fixated on the origin of the incoming shots. However, before he could react, a fresh barrage of arrows was unleashed, leaving him with little time to retaliate. Forcing him to dodge the constant barrage of arrows.

Determined to break free from this endless game of dodging, he swiftly maneuvered around the buildings, seeking cover in their shadows. Yet, the arrows displayed an uncanny ability to navigate through obstacles, effortlessly homing in on his every move, rendering his attempts at evading them futile.

"F*ck, I hate these types of guys who only hide and attack from afar".

Growing increasingly frustrated with the perpetual game of pursuit, he swiftly circled around a towering building. Emerging from the opposite side, he unleashed a colossal azure Cero, a powerful energy blast, aimed directly at the archer who had been relentless in their assault.

The Cero melting away anything that get in its way, directly hitting the spot of where the Archer was hiding. But it seem the Archer was able to move out of the way at the last second and safety land on top of a different building.

But Grimmjow wasn't standing around idly either as the moment he shot that Cero, he ran in the direction of where Archer jumped from. Appearing beside the Archer who was surprised by the speed at which he closed the distance, Grimmjow unleashed a powerful punch, aiming to incapacitate his opponent. However, Archer quickly regained his composure and managed to evade the attack by swiftly leaping backward.

"So you're done with this little game of cat and mouse?" Grimmjow taunted, a smirk dancing upon his face. Undeterred by his missed punch, he readied himself for the next exchange, his eyes locked onto Archer.

Archer, recovering from the surprise of Grimmjow's swift approach, met his gaze with a determined glare. "Not quite yet," he retorted, his voice laced with confidence. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his bow and notched an arrow, preparing to retaliate.

The tension between them crackled in the air as they stood poised for the next clash.

…

From afar, on top of a different building we can see a man in a hood watching the blue beam decimate everything in its path.

"Sweet Odin, what kind of power is that? This is turning out to be quite the spectacle," the man in the hood muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the devastating impact of the large blue beam. Intrigued by the display of such overwhelming force, he leaned forward, his curiosity piqued.

As the destructive energy dissipated, revealing the aftermath of its impact, the man in the hood continued to observe the unfolding situation. His presence hidden, he carefully monitored the clash between Grimmjow and Archer, waiting for the opportune moment to make his move. He knew that this confrontation held the potential to shift the tides of power in this fiery realm.

With a sly smile, he whispered, "Let the games begin."

…

As the two combatants faced each other, their emotions ran high. Grimmjow's feral instinct and raw power clashed with Archer's strategic approach and expert marksmanship. The clash of their contrasting styles created an intense atmosphere on the battlefield.

Archer, recognizing the danger posed by Grimmjow's close-quarters combat, decided to create some distance between them. He swiftly created a sword of C rank and notched it onto his bowstring, turning it into a arrow of unique design. His eyes focused on Grimmjow's every move. With a calculated aim, he released the arrow, imbued with powerful magical energy.

Grimmjow, with his heightened senses, anticipated Archer's attack and swiftly deflected the arrow using his forearm, causing it to veer off course. The force of the impact created a shockwave that sent debris flying in all directions. Unfazed, Grimmjow smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"You're going to have to do better than that, Archer!" Grimmjow taunted, his voice filled with confidence. "I've faced opponents much stronger than you!" (Lies)

Archer remained composed, his eyes narrowing as he carefully observed Grimmjow's movements. He knew that defeating an opponent of Grimmjow's caliber would require more than just his arrows. Activating his noble phantasm, a shimmering realm appeared inside his mind, revealing a vast arsenal of weapons.

Without hesitation, Archer reached into the weapon fill realm and grasped a pair of dual swords, each blade gleaming with a mysterious aura. With a swift motion, he unsheathed the swords and adopted a defensive stance.

Grimmjow's eyes widened with anticipation as he realized that Archer was about to unleash his true power. Without wasting a moment, he charged forward, his spiritual pressure rising to new heights. The ground beneath him cracked as he unleashed a devastating wave of energy (Cero) towards Archer.

Archer, displaying his agility and speed, swiftly dodged the attack, his swords gleaming as he parried Grimmjow's subsequent strikes. The clash between their weapons reverberated through the battlefield, each strike sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

As the battle raged on, the surrounding landscape bore the scars of their intense confrontation. Both combatants pushed themselves to their limits, their determination unwavering. With each passing moment, the clash between Grimmjow and Archer intensified, leaving spectators in awe of their incredible abilities.

…

"You should give up, you and I both know that at the rate we're going, you're fighting a losing battle". Grimmjow said, not breaking a sweat from fighting Archer.

While Archer look like he was about to drop any moment.

"…" but Archer doesn't say anything. Instead opting to just releasing his projected bow, confusing Grimmjow.

In the next moments, he saw Archer doing strange things with a sword, stabbing the sword into the ground. Even though Grimmjow have no idea what Archer was doing he can feel the magical energy being released from the sword.

Just watching all this happen and letting it play out before him, he would later come to regret that.

"GET OUT OF THERE!" A voice shouted from afar, warning Grimmjow of danger, and so he does, nearly getting crushed by the giant blurred that came from above.

Getting blown back by the air pressure, he flew back a few meters before he steady himself and landed on his feet. Looking back at the sudden arrival of a new enemy that came from above and leaving a large crater of where it stand. He's able to make out a large shadowy figure of a giant. It's red rage eyes peering into his own blue eyes.

Cautious of this hulking giant, he tries to look for the wounded Archer, but he was already long gone. "F*cking coward". He spat with anger.

Looking back at the giant, he cautiously see what it will do. The giant mass of muscle or more commonly known as, Heracles, possibly the greatest hero of Greece stood before him. Intimidated by the menacing aura of Heracles, Grimmjow carefully contemplated whether he should fight him or look for Olga and the person that called out to him.

What happened next was something he could've never imagined happening, Heracles merely regarded him for a second before turning around and jumping away.

Looking at the distancing back of Heracles, he noticed that he seemed different, more stable, even his eyes held a tint of intelligence.

"Huh, that's not something you encounter everyday. I really need to stop getting into these types of situations".

"Agreed, though I could say the same thing about my situation".

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An: I just wanted to write a fight scene. Was it good?