• Cries Of The Fallen

Pa Tsuna's heart was pounding beyond control inside his chest. But even though this being standing in front of him oozed power that was quite certainly much greater than his, Pa Tsuna was still filled with his pompous pride.

He could not let himself be defeated. Not in combat. Never in combat!

And so he mustered all his strength and said in a spiteful voice.

"Whoever you are, you are no god!"

Obsidian cocked his head. "I've never heard someone be so terribly wrong."

"Raaargh!" Pa Tsuna charged at him, his fists radiating with the crimson energy of strength manipulation. His first punch was a blur, aimed straight at Obsidian's chest.

But the Dark God simply shifted his weight with undefeatable speed. It was almost like he disappeared and reappeared within a flash of an eye.

Obsidian smirked, his eyes gleaming with humor. "How quaint," he mocked, dark amusement dripping in his voice. "You still think you stand a chance."