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And you can’t stop me >:)

Like any two fighters which two do you wish could fight for any real reason but also who would win?

Also I’ve made a post about it already but Pete vs El Cucaracho… it was just to peak to formulate into words

This is by far the greatest fight I’ve ever read in my entire life Pete vs EC especially in the last chapters genuinely felt like either one could win and I couldn’t care less because THEY’RE JUST TO DAMN COOL! The fight was so genuinely peak seeing the duality of how the two fight then seeing how the two parallel eachother this was the perfect finale im sad to see it finished but I’m glad we got the peak that was Pistol Foot Pete vs El Cucaracho

As the two fighters charge forward Veles ducks at the last second avoiding a slice which would’ve decapitated him. Veles seizing an opportunity quickly stabs Khalid in the stomach.

Veles as quickly as he stabbed Khalid pulls the spear back and jumps back creating a large gap.

“Why hasn’t he used it yet?” The Slavic god Perun asks from the stands clearly annoyed at Veles.

Khalid within a second charges forward slamming his sword into his spear. The slash itself results in a large explosion of blinding light.

“How is he doing that?” A new figure asks. Their hair is a pale green color like the leaves of a tree, they wear a white suit with light blue accents with a matching light blue scarf, patches of ripped up clothing covers his hands like gloves, his eyes are mismatching one being light blue like ice and the other the same leaf green color.

“Ah Lifthrasir. I thought you were listening when I explained Astraea to you but I suppose I’ll have to explain it for you again” Andromeda states sighing. “Astraea functions by linking your soul with that of a constellation forming a weapon of sorts that bridges the gap between god and mortal. Each constellation possesses a unique power bestowed upon the wielder of the weapon. Aquarius for example forms light with each usage of the blade which can then be fired off as a second attack with devastating force.”

“Oh. To be honest I wasn’t paying that much attention when you first explained to me to be.” Lifthrasir states looking back down at the arena.

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After the dust from the light explosion the crowd gasps at the sight before them.

Veles despite having several 3rd degree burn marks from the light is still standing… and on his face is a large smile.

“You know… that hurt a lot more than I thought. This fight’s getting better and better so Khalid Ibn Al-Walid… DON’T TRIP AT THE LAST HURDLE!” Veles screams out ducking under a slash from the legendary conqueror and then jumping behind him and stabbing him in the shoulder.

“The ever-consuming maw of death and damnation.” Veles mutters. Around his feet a pool of darkness seems to gather.

“He’s finally used it. Took him long enough.” Perun states smirking slightly.

Khalid despite being in better condition sits idle waiting for an attack.

Within a single second Khalid’s jumped back avoiding a shadowy tendril stabbed into the ground he was standing on just a moment ago.

“Behold the true power of Chernabog… the ability to control the shadows.” Veles states with a manic grin.

Veles with a lunge attempts to stab Khalid who dodges it easily.

Khalid attempts to bring down his blade onto Veles until a wall of darkness intercepts the slash seemingly blocking it. Khalid with an extreme level of force unleashes the light of the blade destroying the wall of darkness and slashing off Veles arm.

“Oh I’m dying. I suppose it makes sense I deserve it at this point. So why… why can I think of nothing except for survival…?” Veles thinks to himself before biting Khalid’s arm ripping a chunk out of his flesh.

*“*You’ve proved yourself as a warrior. If I just let myself die then I’d be disgracing you. So I’ll fight and fight until my body decays. THANK YOU KHALID FOR GIVING ME THE PLEASURE TO FACE YOU IN COMBAT!” Veles screams out manifesting Chernabog back into his hand and lunging forward leaving Khalid with a cut deep in his shoulder.

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“How…? He lost his arm and yet he feels so much more dangerous.” Adonis comments from the stands shocked at the brutality Veles is currently displaying.

“It’s simple. He’s thrown away any honor he has. All that’s left for him is the will to survive at any cost…” Iris explains seemingly studying every last detail of the fight.

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“I suppose this is what I’ve always wanted. An opponent finally capable of pushing me to my limits. Maybe…. Maybe I’ll actually die this time…?” Khalid thinks to himself smiling.

Veles with a quick swipe leaves Khalid with a gaping stomach wound. “COME ON THE FIGHT’S REACHED IT’S END DON’T DIE NOW I STILL HAVE SO MUCH FIGHT I HAVE TO GIVE!” Veles screams out almost decapitating Khalid who manages to avoid it.

Veles despite being one arm down rushes Khalid clashing against him. Suddenly Veles wins the clash after a shadowy tendril pierces Khalid’s leg. Veles seizing the opportunity slices Khalid’s right eye before leaping back avoiding a swipe to the stomach.

Khalid covers his missing eye with his hand before bringing his hand down and looking at his blood covered palm.

“This fight… thank you. I’ve never faced an opponent who can match me. So from the bottom of my heart I thank you.” Khalid states before leaving a cut in Veles shoulder.

Veles in immense pain headbutts Khalid. Using the moment to steady himself Veles attempts to stab Khalid in the eye although the conqueror dodges to the side only getting his cheek cut.

Khalid despite injured heavily swipes at Veles with a light explosive slash

Veles attempting to block the swipe from Khalid is sent flying back from the raw force of the blow kicking up a cloud of dust in the process.

Khalid as soon as Veles has regained his balance cuts his side leaving a large wound.

Veles despite having the sword embedded into his side manages to jump out and spits blood in Khalid’s remaining good eye to blind him.

Seizing the opportunity Veles stabs Khalid in the stomach before leaping away.

Veles after making a gap slices down with a huge shadow slash.

Khalid with his instincts manages to block the attack but Veles quickly dashes behind him cutting his back and causing Khalid to lose the clash.

“ETERNITY IN DARKNESS!” Veles states forming a sphere of shadows which then shoots out thousands of shadow tentacle spears most of which stabbing Khalid.

Khalid slowly rises coughing up blood before staring down Veles with his blinded eye and smirks.

“YOU’RE THE FIRST PERSON STRONGER THEN ME SO COME ON WARRIOR GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT!” Both fighters scream out rushing toward the opponent.

“THE BLADE WHICH SPLITS THE DARKNESS!” Khalid screams out raising his sword above his head and bringing it down with extreme levels of force, all the light stored being released in the strike.

“THE EVER HUNGRY MAW OR THE ABYYS! Veles responds with spinning his spear, shadows forming around the tip like armor.

As the two warriors final attacks clash… a large cloud of dust covers the arena obscuring the fighters.

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“You won our fight fair and square. There’s no one more fit for the title of the supreme Slavic god.” Perun states dripping blood despite having been bandaged up.

“I don’t know… I just don’t have the leadership skills necessary for it. Besides another place calls for me… Helheim.” Veles states walking away from the silent Perun.

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“Bore after bore after bore. Why can no one satisfy me?!” Veles screams out to the grey sky of Helheim whilst sitting upon a pile of bodies.

“Apologies Lord Veles but I come baring news.” The goddess Iris says appearing in a flash of light.

“And that would be?” Veles states annoyed

“Doomsday is beginning and Lady Hera wants you to fight for the gods. So let me ask you will you accept?” Iris asks…

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As the dust settles the entire crowd is left in a stunned silence. Standing up with his spear’s tip broken is Veles. And laying below him… is the body of histories unstoppable conqueror Khalid Ibn Al-Walid…

“Thank you… thank you Veles. You made this fight the best I’ve ever had. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you Aquarius… thank you for making this battle possible for me.” Khalid says as his body begins to crack and break…

“AND WITH THAT DOOMSDAY FIRST MATCH HAD ENDED WITH A VICTORY F0R THAT OF THE GODS! THE WINNER OF ROUND ONE IS THE SLAVIC GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD VELES!!!!!” Agon screams out, his voice echoing throughout the walls of the arena.

“Why… why couldn’t you do it…? You had the opportunity to kill me right there but… I live still so why… why do I feel so hollow? I got the fight of my life and yet all I can feel is a cold emptiness.” Veles asks himself, tears streaming down his face.

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“I KNEW HE WOULD WIN! THAT MORTAL STOOD NO CHANCE!” Hera screams out in triumph.

“Indeed lady Hera. Although it seemed Khalid would win he didn’t win that final clash.“ Iris comments

“But how? Khalid’s light thing destroyed Veles shadows earlier.” Adonis says

“Well the thing is when Khalid brought his sword down he was relying on instinct so Veles must’ve dodged to the side a little bit taking less damage and managing to stab Khalid before he could avoid it.” Iris explains

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“So who’s up next? Any idea who the gods will send out?” Lifthrasir asks Andromeda.

The constellation sits there silent for a moment before responding in a cold tone. “If the unstoppable sword of Allah failed then I’ll have to bring out the scourge of god next…”

Last part: https://www.reddit.com/r/ShuumatsuNoValkyrie/comments/1t3yo0v/doomsday\_clock\_chapter\_2\_shadows\_of\_death/

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Every deity in Valhalla stood in stunned silence. For the first time in human history a mortal had severely wounded a god.

“He- that mortal… how… how in the world could he have done that…” Hanuman wonders out loud in a tone portraying a mixture of confusion and fear.

Veles after having his entire shoulder sliced open… begins to laugh. And throughout the stands mortal and gods alike… only those whose life had been dedicated to combat could truly understand that feeling… that feeling of joy.

“It’s been ages since I’ve been injured this badly. Tell me Khalid was it? What is your reason for fighting?” Veles asks rising and returning his chain to normal.

Khalid hesitates on his answer for a second before staring up to the sky and answering “Death.”

Veles upon hearing this smiles ear to ear. “That’s the answer I was looking for. Khalid Ibn Al-Walid you shall be my most glorious opponent. Let our clash shake the heavens and our battle never be forgotten.…”

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Thousands of years ago two gods were considered to be the pinnacle of divine strength and power their names were “Perun.” And “Veles…” both of them were considered to be the next candidate for the title of the supreme god of the Slavic pantheon. And the only way to decide… was a test of strength.

“Yo Veles it’s time for the battle!” A voice says, their hair is a bright orange and red color, they wear a charcoal black robe although it’s on fire at the bottom. “Whatever Svarog it doesn’t really matter.” A young Veles says rising after seemingly a nap.

“Let’s hope your strength doesn’t disappoint me.” A god says staring down a young Veles. His hair is electric blue with white accents running through like lightning bolts, he wears a pair of large bronze gauntlets with a similarly large axe in his hand, he wears nothing else other then a pair of black athletic pants. “Relax Perun he’s gonna kick your ass that’s for sure.” Svarog states like it’s a matter of fact.

That battle went on for 9 days and 9 nights. When it seemed like one won the other would rise and continue fighting. To the spectators it seemed as if they were a pair of barbarians. But to the two who had stood unrivaled… it was the happiest moment of their entire life.

The fight went on like that again and again until finally one of them won… that god was Veles. “You know I’m glad I fought you Perun… you pushed me past my limits so to that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.” And after saying that… he collapsed.

Those who saw the fight knew who the true winner was but the two opponents agreed… Perun would be made the ruler of the Slavic pantheon. No one knew the true reason but they both knew why… they both knew why the decision had to be made.

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Khalid grinning slightly rushes forward clashing with the chains of Veles, sparks flying as the two weapons connect and collide full force.

Veles realizing he’s losing quickly wraps the chain around the blade yanking it towards him before kneeing the off balance Khalid in the chin hard.

Khalid despite being disoriented slams his blade into the floor seemingly missing Veles completely.

Khalid despite missing, smirks bringing his blade up quickly, the light that had been gathering above the blade since the very beginning fires off on its own slash catching Veles off guard who barley manages to block it with his chain although it snaps in half.

Veles despite losing his weapon immediately goes and kicks Khalid knocking him off balance before headbutting him again and again until both of their heads are littered with blood.

Veles despite having his chain broken laughs and tosses it aside. “The Shadow That Drowns All Light… Chernabog.” Veles says in a cold tone. In his hand manifests a large spear

“That’ll do nicely.” Veles says dragging it across the floor of the arena.

In a split second both fighters rush forward and clash with new found might steel against steel spear against sword god against man…

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“Apologies lady Hera. We had to deal with a fight between a couple gods.” A voice says walking into the V.I.P room. Their hair is long and a wild array of different colors painting a vibrant rainbow of hair, she dresses in a long white and pink dress that stops just to reveal her high heels, she wears a pair of neon glasses as if she just got out of a rave. Next to her is another figure with platinum blonde hair, he wears a suit with a heart over where his actual heart is, he wears a pair of pastel pink gloves. “Iris and Adonis good good go get me a glass of wine.” Hera orders clearly impatient

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Khalid using every last drop of his strength manages to win the clash sending Veles flying back kicking up dust in the process.

“You’ve got me pumped. Let’s hope you can finish this race!” Veles shouts at Khalid before lunging forward cutting his cheek with his spear.

Veles after lunging while he’s mid air knee kicks Khalid in the face performing a flip and maneuvering behind him.

Khalid within a fraction of a second spins around and slams his sword into Veles side who barely blocks it with his spear sending the god flying.

“God, mortal, giant, monster even. None of it matters now does it? All that matters in this arena is if you can fight. You’ve proved yourself a true warrior but tell me… can you beat me?” Veles asks his opponent while preparing a charging attack.

“Let this battle enlighten us to which one of us is truly the stronger warrior.” Khalid states smiling preparing a counter attack…

“LET’S FIND OUT INDEED!”

Okay so if the cartel boss (Tomahawks boss guy/Segundo’s boss) joined the tournament how would you feel? We can’t judge his full strength so this question is what would your thoughts be if he replaced a round 1 loser? And what do you think he could do?

Previous chapter: https://www.reddit.com/r/ShuumatsuNoValkyrie/comments/1t2zkq5/the_doomsday_clock_chapter_1_the_beginning_of_the/

Hera watches the arena below from the spectator booth. Round 1 is about to start. She smirks thinking of her fighter, knowing this god is one of the most versed in fighting and other forms of magic. Hanuman enters behind her and takes a seat.

“This better be good. I mean I’m out here wasting my time to watch these boring mortals fight. How can they even last a second against gods? I mean they can’t even hit us Andromeda probably thinks this will work out but honestly? It’s just kinda pathetic.” Hanuman states clearly bored out of his mind

Hera looks to the arena, then across from the booth, and then replies. “Indeed she is Hanuman, haven’t you learned that long ago? But if I’ve learned anything it’s to never underestimate your opponent. I highly doubt she rushed in here without a plan. Either way it doesn’t matter we’ll wipe out those idiotic mortals quick and easy.”

The Ape God scoffs and leans on his fist bored.

“Hanuman, make yourself useful and go get our first fighter for me.” Hera waves her hand dismissively.

After hearing this he sighs. “Alright I guess Mom. ” he says sarcastically before standing up and walking out of the room grumbling to himself although Hera seems oblivious.

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Andromeda stands worriedly in the audience above, gripping the rails till her knuckles turn white. Behind her, a tall Arab man walks up to her, with black hair wrapped in a turban, the same color as his goatee. He wears a sash across his chest and heavy armor. A girl walks alongside the man, Aquila.

Andromeda turns to face the man, who bows. “Thank you for coming, Khalid, have you already met Aquila?”, she asks the man.

Khalid nods and talks with a low and smooth voice, “Yes, we have grown acquainted. Tell me, how do you expect us humans to match the gods?”, he asks with a hint of uncertainty.

“Through the system of Astraea, when a mortal and constellation become interlinked, they can form a weapon capable of rivaling that of the gods”, Andromeda says. Khalid raises a brow.

“Is this true?”, he asks turning to Aquila, who nods. He continues, “How is it done?”

Andromeda looks at Khalid and Aquila before answering, “It is rather simple, you must resonate with Aquila, share the same wavelength. I have to warn though by doing this process if one of you dies the other dies with you.”

Aquila turns to Khalid and grasps his hand, “Khalid, what do you feel?”

Khalid hesitates for a moment, then answers, “Disgrace”

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A man stands in the middle of arena, Agon, god of sports and contest. He grabs his Halteres, holding it up to his mouth before announcing excitedly. “HELLO VALHALLA! WELCOME GODS AND HUMANS TO DOOMSDAY, A TOURNAMENT WHERE 13 GODS AND 13 MEN FIGHT TO THE DEATH, DECIDING IF HUMANITY LIVES OR DIES!!!”

A door creaks open. The inside is dark, so incredibly null and void that it seems to spread the darkness to the arena itself, Agon turns to it.

“SEEMS OUR FIRST FIGHTER IS ALREADY ARRIVING! IT IS HE WHO FOUGHT PERUN TO A STANDSTILL, THE GOD WHO ONCE RULED THE UNDERWORLD, NOW CAST OUT FROM IT, THE SLAVIC GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD, THE MOST DESPICABLE GOD IN VALHALLA, VEEEELLEEEEESSSSSSS!!”

From the darkness a tall figure walks out. A helmet with the horns of cattle sits atop his head, his skin is as pale as fresh-fallen snow, highlighted by his shirtless body. He wears only the fur of many animals on his wrists and loins. A large chain is wrapped around his hand.

“You know when I told him he was up first he just looked at me sighed and walked away like dude why so rude?!” Hanuman says annoyed to no one in particular due to Hera not paying attention to him.

From across the arena, the gates open. Agon turns once more and shouts into his horn;

“AND HUMANITY’S CHAMPION IS ONE OF LEGEND! A GENERAL WHO WAS NEVER ONCE DEFEATED IN OVER 100 BATTLES, A MAN SO FEARED, ENEMIES AND ALLIES ALIKE KNEW HIM BY ONE NAME ONLY, SAIFULLAH!! IT ISSSS KHAAALIIIIIDDD IBBBNNNNN AAAALLLLL-WAAAALLIIIIIDDD”

The man from before walks out, now wielding a scimitar. At the tip of the blade’s a small shimmer of golden light.

“AND NOOOW, LEEETTT… DOOOOMMSSSSDAAAYY…… BEEGIINN”

Veles charges forward, swinging his chain at Khalid. He quickly turns his scimitar upside down and deflects it. The chain hits the arena wall and cracks it.

Khalid stands ready, his sword in front of him. The light at the tip of his blade seems to have grown a slight-bit.

“You are impatient. Anticipate your opponent next time”, Khalid says to Veles.

Veles doesn’t respond, he swings the chain back and slams it into Khalid’s shoulder. He falls to the ground and slides across the ground.

Before he can react the chain is already heading back towards him, Khalid rolls out of the way but Veles is relentless. He barely blocks another attack from the chain.

Veles pulls the chain back and spin around, swinging it as hard as he can. Khalid strikes it with his sword, but the chain slams against his knee and trips him to the sand once more.

Dragging the chain back once-more, Khalid quickly grabs his sword and slips into between the chain’s links. Veles, without realizing, yanks the chain back toward him.

Khalid flies at Veles and slashes his bicep, blood falls to the ground. Veles staggers back, looking at his bleeding wound.

“IT SEEMS KHALID HAS DRAWN FIRST BLOOD”, Agon shouts.

Veles wipes the blood off his arm and flicks it to the ground.

“Impressive mortal, but not enough!”, Veles shouts. He swings his chain and hits Khalid straight in the chest.

Khalid falls to the ground as sand scatters around him.

“Perhaps I misjudged you. Despite your lack of strategy you’re truly a powerful opponent. You might be the first fighter I’m impressed with so don’t disappoint me now!” Khalid shouts out sending out a slash at Veles who quickly dodges to the side.

Khalid quickly charges forward and slams his scimitar down clashing with the chain of Veles.

“How… HOW IN THE NAME OF EVERY DEITY IN VALHALLA IS THAT MORTAL MATCHING HIM IN COMBAT?!” Hera screams out crushing the armrest of her throne.

Veles thinking quick headbutts Khalid before kneeing him in the stomach and slamming his chain into his side full force.

“Know your place mortal… beneath me.”

“Seems I got worked up for nothing. Veles will obviously win.” Hera states definitely not seeming calm like she believes.

“Perhaps I misjudged this tournament. It might be worth it.” Hanuman comments having shifted posture in order to watch the fight better.

Veles smirking decides to wrap his chain around his arm. Within a second he’s charged at Khalid who jumps back avoiding a strike from above.

Veles still keeping up the offense lunges forward avoiding a slash before slamming his fist into Khalid’s stomach.

Khalid with one swift motion brings his scimitar down leaving a gaping wound in the shoulder of Veles…

“Gods I can’t wait for this council meeting to be over…” a figure mutters. They’re sitting inside a giant room with rows and rows of seats all occupied with different deities from every pantheon muttering quietly to their neighbors and to themselves. At the end of the room sits a circle with one throne. Sitting inside that throne is a tall woman, she wears a royal looking green and blue dress seeming to shift around as if it was alive, around her neck is a necklace of peacock feathers, her hair is a dark brown color and neatly combed and styled to look absolutely perfect, her eyes are relaxed, cold, and bored. “It’s time for the final subject of the annual Valhalla council meeting. What shall we do with the humans? Shall we finally exterminate them or give them mercy?” States the queen of the heavens… the goddess Hera. “Can we just kill them already? They take and take and take and they’re just so boring. Not even that strong anyways so getting a good fight out of them is pointless.” A new god says, he lays in his sleep like he’s tired and bored, his hair is an orange red color and extremely curly yet messy, he’s currently shirtless and wearing a pair of ripped up white jeans with a black belt tied around his waist and a matching headband, the god in question being… Hanuman divine chieftain of the apes.

“I agree with the monkey god. They’re pointless I’ll go down there and wipe them out myself.” Says the voice from earlier. His hair is a deep black color with red and yellow accents and stylized to near perfection, he wears black armor with red lines for decoration that seems to reflect all of the light as if he had a spotlight on him, he wears a pair of black and yellow sneakers. “You’re always so violent Tezcatlipoca you should learn to follow your duty more than having your excuse for fun. Although I must say I would remain neutral on this discussion but I will agree with the other gods here my vote is to wipe out the mortals!” Another god says standing up. His hair is long and dark, he wears a pair of white flowing robes with a golden looking crown on his head with three blade like peaks coming from the top of the crown, in his hand is a large spear with two smaller points coming from the end of the staff, in the center of his hand is a third eye that currently appears closed, announcing their opinion is the chief of the Valhalla royal guard Erlang Shen of the Chinese pantheon.

“Let us begin the vote.” Hera states coldly stopping all muttering. After about 10 minutes the vote has been finished. “It appears the vote is unanimous. HUMANITY SHALL BE EXTERMINATED FOR GOOD!” Hera announces, her voice echoing throughout the entire room. “NOW WAIT JUST A MOMENT!” A new voice calls out walking into the room after pushing the doors wide open. “You’ve all seem to forgotten the ancient rule. If humanity shall be exterminated then a tournament has to be created to decide if that will be the case or not. Is there any of you bold enough to cast away your honor and just blatantly ignore the rule of Doomsday?” The figure says again causing Hera to bite her lip to avoid screaming in rage. Her hair is an orange color and long, she wears a pink robe with a golden sash in the middle, her eyes are dead serious and she stands tall despite all the eyes of disapproving gods staring her down. “Well Andromeda you do make a point. We cannot disregard the rules of the constitution but are you sure you want this to happen? After all humanity has no way to injure the gods.” Hera points out smirking. “I personally will organize a group of humans and if I disappoint then kill me. I promise you by the end of this your opinions of humanity will change.” Andromeda states walking away causing the gods to mutter continuously in rage at her boldness. “Well then that settles the matter. Humanity will die but we might as well enjoy it for a bit.” The queen of the heaven states chuckling to herself before rising with a look of rage mixed with excitement… “Don’t worry Andromeda… we certainly won’t go easy on your little squadron of humans. After all they’ve brought this upon themselves. We’re just giving them what they’ve always deserved… complete eradication.”

When Sussanoo unlocks the unarmed sword technique it shows a panel of a mortal using the same technique but the panel before that shows the pinnacles of archery, striking, and swordsmanship. I wanna know what “To strike without a fist” would do in you’re opinion because I’m trying to wrap my head around it and I might need help (kinda seems simple lmao but just curious on everyone else’s ideas.)

So if you died and were reborn as a disaster curse what do you differently? What new attacks do you make? what changes do you make to the strategy? How does it play out? All of that I’m just curious (I felt this fit more here then in Jjk power scaling)