Finally, more fighting! Narrating this shit was booooringggg. Wait, doesn't that make me a narcissist or something? Who cares? Alright so Sharkz against the Queen’s pawns or smth like that ig.

  He took Makrys with his right hand and redirected it into the ice, an extremely deep, clean cut.

  The enraged Meg then took Isourus and Kentria’s heads and bashed them together, Mako’s head crumbled like lego, but the Ginsu shark’s head was tougher, it stayed intact.

  The sight of such a swift yet brutal action put another weight on their shoulders, temporarily outweighing the queen’s authority.

  He kicked the two hybrids that were in front of him towards the Megapomachi.

  “Look, I'll give you a choice while I still can.” His hand was trashing, breaking a few fingers then healing them, in a loop. “If i don’t move whi—“

  ”We know.” Karch cut him off. “Speak.”

  ”You don’t have to cut me off.” His hand twitched even more, clearly irritated. “So it’s either you come with me, or I kill you. That’s what I had to say happy now?”

  They all stood there for a second, Mako regenerated his head, and Oxyrina stood up, looking a bit dizzy. The hybrids were stuck in their thoughts, except for Karch, his devotion was clear.

  A voice rang in their head, stunning them. “Kill.”

  They fell to the ground, some clenching their chests, some grabbing their heads, as the pain dissipated, the warriors stood up and all assumed a fighting stance, holding their blades.

  He scanned the scene, analysing the battle scarred faces of the 16— no, 15 megapomachi.

  Most of their faces clearly showed killing intent with some fear hidden in them, however, some showed hesitation, like Sailina’s or Isourous’ but his hesitation quickly turned to anger. His iris dyed red and his pupil turned into a slit.

  He thought : ‘ I’ll spare the small one, she isn’t even supposed to be here. ‘

  “I guess you all made up your minds, I couldn’t wait any longer anyways.”

  A pretty strange move from Sharkz, he silently disappeared from the Elite’s view, his speed made him basically invisible.

  They all formed a circle, trying to spot him.

  The sound of blood dripping on the cold ice made their heads turn. Tartarukon went through Sailina’s chest, and into the ice, pinning her there. She punched at the ice trying to free herself. She felt a black liquid being forced down her throat, in no time it got into her blood, paralysing her, she choked on the “liquid” as black tears came out of her eyes. Her movements got slower, weaker, till she just laid there like a corpse.

  A gush of wind came from the center of the circular formation, turning their heads.

  ”14 more to go—“ He was cut off by the obnoxious blast their sudden take off made, reacting solely on instinct as their bodies moved without even thinking.

  Vélos wrapped around Sharkz, all of the blades were heading towards him.

  They all stopped as heat went through their bodies, stunning the lower megapomachi, their reaction time too slow to perceive the ice. The lower seven all started foaming from the mouth, their eyes rolled up so high only the white sclera was visible as tears of blood started forming from the corner of their eyes.

  Their flesh sizzled against the ice, their blood bubbling or spraying. The spikes Were light blue, a strange color for ice but that wasn’t the strangest part, the spikes had visible blood coursing through them, as if the ice were alive.

  The others had enough time to counter, smashing the ice to pieces, blood splattering on their faces.

  The higher Megapomachi watched as the lower warriors suffered slowly, splotch had spread around the battlefield consuming anything he could find.

  They stood back to rest, the blood made them dizzy.

  He turned his head to Sailina “Oh looks like your still alive”

  He thought : ‘I have to make it seem like I’m actually gonna kill her, or else they’re gonna see that something's up’

  This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

  He appeared in front of her, at their scale it looked like he was teleporting, only some hybrids could see that he was moving, even so, moving really fast.

  ”Please, don’t” Karch said, catching his breath as he coughed up blood.

  ”We’re weakened, and you could just get it over with” A pretty shocking site for Sharkz, who was used to him guarding his pride, someone who wouldn’t care for others, even less beg.

  He looked him in the eyes, his spiky teeth turned into a twisted grin.

  He bashed Sailina’s head in as Splotch formed a sort of barrier between the ice and her, reinforcing the ice so it could withstand the blows Sharkz was about to deliver.

  Karch used his sword, Makrys, as a cane, fumbling to move, he tripped, his hands dug into the ice as a sign of defeat and despair.

  Sharkz hit the air right above her, 1 time, 10 times, 50 times, 100 times, 1000 times, 10000 times. His punches cut the air at an insane 100 mach, strangely the air around him stayed calm, as if a protective veil was set around him.

  He stopped as he caught his breath, panting with his tongue out like a wild dog.

  “Thats it?” Mako said. “All that for tha—“

  “NO! RUN!” His raspy voice yelled with a mix of fear and horror, he was the only one who saw through Sharkz’ attack.

  ”Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep you out of it”

  Splotch formed a Ball around her half ‘dead’ body.

  A boom Sounded from the ball, shaking the earth, another one, then an awful sound came from it, like a machine gun but fifty times louder

  As the ball dissipated, a pool of blood poured out, the only things left of her were her hair lying down there like a wig amongst the bloody mess and Sharkz blade lying there in the middle.

  ’They didn’t see that I stored her heart in the blade, good’

  ”Pretty lucky splotch was fused into my sword —or not lucky? You guys are still dying just slower.”

  His head twitched, as it snapped and regenerated repeatedly.

  ”Fuck it got worse, I need MORE!.”

  He lunged towards the remaining seven Megapomachi but a big spiky mace met him, hitting him in the face, countering his velocity.

  As he fell back, he felt a sense of excitement ”You guys are finally fighting back, AND the blood got out of your system. This is gonna be fun!”

  Dunklios was amazed and slightly horrified by his durability : “How?”

  “You hit my head, where my regen point is, of course it’s the hardest part of my body”

  Sharkz lunged again but was met with six weapons all slowly heading towards him, at least from his point of view.

  ‘Something’s not right where’s—‘ He was cut off mid thought quite literally, his limbs were cut off but they stuck back, his muscles from each limb tried to latch back to its respective joint but were cut again.

  His torso fell to the ground and he felt a weirdly cold pain go through his chest.

  ’How the fuck did I end up like this, I had the upper hand damn it!’

  The other weapons finally reached him, Oxyrina’s daggers landed on his neck, Isours sliced his back open, Dunklios’ Megalos bashed his head in (or at least tried), Kerda’s claws dug slightly in the back of his skull as Vélos strangled him.

  They continued attacking his torso till it was just a bloody mess, organs indistinguishable from blood. There was only his head left.

  ”I’M STILL ALIVE YOU BASTARDS!”

  Karch grabbed his head holding him from his hair, it crunched like ice.

  The remaining Megapomachi watched the scene unfold.

  He threw it up in the air and sliced it in half, then another time down the middle. As he tried to deliver the final cut his blade went halfway through his head but stopped. The blade got stuck.

  They all stopped in their tracks, as they felt their own blood screaming, feeling it expand as if their veins were gonna burst open.

  He regenerated his body in a quick millisecond (no he’s not but ass naked splotch is permanently merged to the fabric of his pants, every time it breaks it closes back up).

  ”I didn’t wanna use the authority, female ‘rulers’ use it better and it makes my head dizzy, I would have been able to survive without it anyways, my regen point is a small, heavily guarded part in my brain.”

  He turned his head to karch stuck mid slash.

  ”Oh the warrior who never got into Lyssa, finally did.”

  The Megapomachi were shocked, their eyes turned to the enraged Karch, the tips of his silver hair were dyed red, his pupils, slits with a red iris.

  All the remaining Megapomachi, except for Karch had one common thought : ‘We’re so fucked.’

  ”I’ll let you move now—“

  Again, they lunged but were much more aggressive and more brute in their movements.

  Sharkz summoned Tartarukon, it came flying, slicing Taurokles, he regenerated the cut.

  His image formed behind Karch, he left the circle of danger he was in, which let the sword slice through Mako’s head and spiraling back like a boomerang.

  He grabbed the Elite from behind trying to perform a supplex but his arms got cut, freeing Karch from the Meg’s grip as dashed back.

  Sharkz thought : ‘He’s gonna last a while, I should pressure the others to weaken them a bit, get them into rage’

  He turned around as he prepared his attacks while the other megapomachi were moving in slow-mo, (at least from his perspective) unaware of what they were gonna get hit by.

  Splotch assumed the earlier shape of the blade, Sharkz held his sword and turned his back a full 180 degrees, his spine snapped.

  “Kopsimo”

  His torso was now facing the right way, the noise of his crackling joints was followed by an atrocious “boom“, shaking the earth as a huge white, crescent shaped gust of air pressure (also disguised as the attack itself) cut all the mega pomachi in half, nicely aimed to hit right next to their regen points, the slice went at an absurd 300 Mach, impossible to dodge. That cut also caused substantial damage to the environment, ripping chunks the size of bussed out of the already hurt ice, the mountains in the background absorbed the rest of the blow. The wind pushed Karch back, he dug his sword into the shattered ice trying to hold on but the piece he was holding onto flew away.

  Sharkz looked up and saw he caused a huge Typhoo with a bunch of debris, ice and hybrids.

  He squatted down ready to jump but he felt a presence behind him, he turned around and was met with a sharp burning pain in the middle of his chest. He felt his chest and looked at his hand full of blood. He coughed up a shitload.

  ‘Why won’t it fucking regenrate.’ He thought, as panic started to settle in.

  The typhoon’s wind swept Sharkz up like a leaf, his body motionless.

  ’I can’t push the transformation further, I have to—‘

  The meg was interrupted mid thought as 7 Enraged hybrids closed in on him.