His toys just seemed to be vanishing one by one the boy had just gotten up to leave. What was going on here? This one had been there one minute and the next had vanished. Had he time fluxed without realizing it? That didn’t make sense, he was always in complete control. It was dire to be in control at all times or else you lose. Losing is not an option.
Something stopped his thoughts. Something in the area felt familiar. really familiar. As if it were a part of himself he was missing. He heard heavy metallic steps heading his way. The left side of his mouth curved into an amused smirk as he realized what it was. Who it was. His old toy. He sat back in his chair and waited for the boy to approach him. And then there was an intense heat spreading across his throat. A concentrated beam used as a sword. What a fine instrument, however he wanted to get rid of whatever damage it could do. In was definitely in capable hands, so the solution was to get it out of those hands. The events from those thousands of years ago were so easy to recall. He had used the boy to return his power after an encounter with a surviving Sanctuar, however his power wasn’t fully restored, as the boy had used his power to make him throw him into an alternate time period and destroy the entrance while he held the last fragments containing his power. As luck would have it for the rodent, that time period happened to be technologically advanced and had grasped the capability of time travel. Far be it from him on how it happened, but the toy was here now. No matter, he was still harmless. Or…No. He had intended it to be that way, but the boy had some how harnessed the power—HIS power—and turned it into something much more potent than what he had originally endowed the boy with. He knew what had to happen. He had to be eliminated. The toy was now posing a threat. This power, to alter the mind to do what he wanted…It was a power that he didn’t have. One that he had tried to obtain, but this…This human had beaten him to it!? It would be destroyed. A flare went off in his mind as the puppet claimed victory and said his games were at and end. Over his dead body.
Time froze.
Outside, four miles in the sky, a droplet of water formed itself in the middle of the air, as if the hydrogen and oxygen molecules were combining rapidly right there on the spot. Had time been passing by, it would have taken a minute or two for that droplet to turn into a sphere of water the size of a football field. A minute or two more until it was finally at a mile in circumference, floating in the sky.
He watched as a woman looked as if she were about to approach Nathan. Interesting. Just how would this play out? Time began to flow again, and after commenting on Deity’s dislike of fighting anywhere other than the arena, seemed to have shut down anything electronic on the boy. He was useless. A wide grin spread across his face as his looked at the woman. He might have thanked her, but she was going against his wishes. She didn’t want death. He craved it. But he also craved a game, but Nathan was no longer a game. His look might as well have told her she was an idiot for leaving him defenseless, but he was pleased by it. He looked back to Nathan and shot out of his chair, his right hand grabbing at the boy’s shelled neck. The metal was weak. He squeezed the metal to clamp around his neck, leaving him in a long-lasting choke hold for now. He yanked the boy down, but as he looked into his face for the first time, he realized this wasn’t the boy he remembered. He had grown up. Even more of a threat. No matter, it was all over for the puppet now.
His natural tan slowly began to fade into an almost sickly pale and his eyes shifted to a dark amber. His hair almost seemed to become knotted together on it’s own, thick clumps up hair hung sharply down his face and shoulders. Razor sharp teeth smiled wickedly, drooling. His fingers became elongated and talon-like. He threw his head back, a screeching laugh erupting from his throat for a moment, and Lucid looked back to Nathan. Unafraid of the man’s power, he stared straight into his eyes, jaw agape, wide grin, drool leaking down his chin.
“Try and stop me!”
Lifting the man off of his feet by his throat, he quickly slammed him back into the ground on his back. Not wanting any interruptions, he would grab his prey’s ankle and yank him out of the Club, throwing him out into the cold. However, he wasn’t sure if under that suit he could feel the cold. He knew just how to take care of that. Having thrown him to the ground, he wouldn’t give a second of recuperation time before screeching, “Get up!”.
Before he would even be on his feet, Lucid was in front of him, yanking him to his feet. A left claw to the right side of the stomach and the metal would shred off with ease. Then a right to the left shoulder. He lifted his left fist back and swung it downwards as if to hit the face, and intentionally missed, squatting and pushing his abdominal down into a swipe at his right leg. This wasn’t intended to scrap away the metal, it was to damage it’s motor functions. If Nathan wasn’t quick enough, his talon-like fingers would tear through the metal that covered his frame and into his right upper thigh.
From there, he retracted his hand and pivoted his body behind him with his hips. His hands flat on the ground, he pushed his legs off of the ground, snapping back into position. His left leg came down to catch himself while his right shot out towards Nathan’s face. Retracting his leg, he came to a crouching position. He extended his legs, jumping backwards and over his opponent, tucked into a backflip. He untucked himself in time to latch onto the man’s face while his feet would plant firmly into the center of his back. Arching his own back, Lucid pulled the man’s head backwards, and tossed him over his body with his legs, performing one last backflip in order to land safely on the ground, but he was far from done. In an instant, Lucid was just a few feet away from Nathan’s airborne path. He cocked his leg back and snapped it forward with enough force to send the man a good five miles upwards. Assuming it would land, as a mere human didn’t have many ways of defending themselves from an attack such as that, he was again in front of where his flight path would be. He hooked his right arm back and swung for Nathan’s head, shooting him downwards towards the giant sphere of water, which was where the real torment would begin.
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