Daniel Garcia
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Sparks of cyan electricity were left in the wake of the Speed Demon's movements, coiling around leaves and sparking against the soil. This constant static encircled Asher as he picked himself up, attempting to take a step forward before–ZAP. "--!" He recoiled. The air itself had been electrified by the Speed Demon's constant movement, creating a painful veil around the air like a shining, malicious mist. Every minuscule movement that Asher tried to make resulting in being bitten by the electricity…
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"It won't reach." A stomp from the foot of the legendary warrior emitted a force strong enough to rip up the cobblestone around him, dispelling the incoming arrows that came from the front before he squeezed the handle of his sword. The crimson-haired man spun around with a masterful slash of his sword; the speed at which he swung it, the perfect trajectory in which he moved it–such factors played into the majestic, yet horrifying result of the "spatial slash". Space warped around the blindfolded…
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Maintaining his distance, the Dragonheart flipped from the pillar he kept himself to as the guardian's halberd extended, swiping towards him before he tossed the spheres of clear aqua towards the royal warrior. "I will not be caught by your tricks," the King of Spades muttered, tracking the aquatic balls with his eyes. Agility was showcased from the bleached fighter as he flipped past the approaching spheres of water, rushing towards Emilio with his mystical halberd in hand. 'Good. Keep your eyes on…
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As Emilio dashed in, engulfing himself in azure flames like a fireball, the King of Spades backpedaled and swiped his hand, seeming fearful of the Dragonheart's rush. "Slice!" The bleach-skinned man yelled out viscerally. It came as fast as the sound of the word reached his ears, like a nefarious wind hissing towards him; Emilio immediately flipped to the side in an attempt to dodge, though found it ineffective as an unseen attack slashed across his chest. "Nn!" Though it impeded his course,…
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"First Hero?...Did I hear that right?" Blimpo said in quiet disbelief. "...Shit. This is the worst case scenario!" Vandread said. It was rare to see such emotion from Vandread, though it was clear why as the red-haired figure known as the "First Hero" moved across the chamber with monstrous agility, instantly swinging his blade towards the two. Luckily, Vandread blocked it with both daggers, though was thrown back from the incredible power behind the strike, knocked back along with the elf by the sheer…
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It wasn't much of a surprise that it had some form of intelligence, but the ability to speak meant it was of a higher level than initially thought. After it evaded his initial strike, he pivoted around, relinquishing the devilish-made sword and instead turning it into a hammer made out of the same, dark energy. 'I need to expand my range!' Asher thought. As he slammed the hammer down against the ground, a repeating shock wave emitted, ripping the grass from the soil and blasting the Speed Demon back. It…
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Both of his fists were enveloped with devilish gauntlets made of nefarious energy, producing a hum of darkness. It was a form that prioritized speed and attacking power above all else, but completely forsook defense. 'If I used this against the Dread, I would've been dead in the blink of an eye. But, The Speed Demon isn't that fearsome when it comes to raw power–I need speed,' he thought. It was the second that the wind changed that both figures took off in speed that left them as nothing more than…
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Attempting to predict the movements of the blurred being, Vandread found his dagger only swiping air before a barrage of blows swept against his body once again, causing more blood to spill from his mouth. 'I can't keep up…! Even trying to predict it, it's just too fast!' Vandread thought. He swallowed the pain coursing through his body before spinning around, tossing thin throwing knives in every direction, once more finding them hitting nothing as he glanced around in a panic. All he could witness…
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Pure savagery is what inhabited his flesh; as he reached the banshee, he squeezed his fist tight enough to burst the air caught in his hand. As he flexed his body, a form of naturally activated before he threw his fist forward. As his fist reached the abdomen of the banshee, who tried to protect herself with layers of her sturdy hair, the threads were torn through before the blow reached the witch's body as if a bomb had just descended upon the land. The resulting wind pressure unleashed from his…
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What was required was to tap into a spectrum of emotion guided only by destruction; all of the loss he had suffered, the pain he had endured, and the anger that came with it. Memories of his failures sprouted, surfacing as he honed in on that burning frustration. Clenching his body, he stoked that flame within himself, allowing the Dragonheart blood to boil to a degree hotter than usual. The first instinct, and the only instinct that filled his mind when giving way to such corrupted power, was…
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