One Request

A flash in the sky preceded a giant ring of explosion. Then dust filled the air as the ground shook following something hitting the ground at an enormous speed.

"Ha! Haa! You stubborn fucker." Icarus spat with a grim face. "I don't care who you are. But trying to get your hands on what's mine is going to cost you a brutal death."

From the dust, a battered silhoutte emerged.

Immortal attached his severed head back and spat some thick blood into the crater as he floated smoothly.

"Yours?" There was a crazy smile on his face, as if he was hearing the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Scratching his cheeks to the point skin was peeled off and muscle showed, Immortal said with a cackle. "She is mine. She is made for me, she is born for me and she will die for me."

"Is that so?" Icarus didn't like what he was hearing.