KamiSama Game

Above the ruined city, Corvus soared through the air, his jet-black hair streaked with hints of purple flying behind him. His presence was commanding, even as he moved backward at high speed, leading his squad forward. Five figures followed him, each clad in armor inspired by a different animal.

There was a towering man in barbarian-style clothes, with an elephant's snout molded into a massive shoulder plate. A second figure wore gleaming green armor, two razor-sharp mantis sickles strapped to his sides. A gray-haired man, muscular and exuding raw power, rode atop a ghostly black crow. His tiger's head helmet gleamed menacingly, matching his tiger-pelt armor. The last two were women: one slender and short, with a triceratops helmet and wires wrapped around her waist, and the other clad in a wild boar's pelt, a massive club strapped to her back.

Above them, a man floated effortlessly. His ash-gray skin, dark eyes rimmed with exhaustion, and yellow aura gave him a haunting, almost spectral presence. His black robes flowed in the wind as he looked ahead with disdain.

"Captain Corvus," the tiger-armored man, Liger, rumbled. "That power signal ahead—it feels close enough to touch, but it's miles away. Even all five of us together wouldn't be enough."

Corvus grinned, his voice sharp and confident. "Relax, Liger. You're not fighting him. There are five other signals around him, much weaker. They're your targets. I can tell they're Young, but not weak. Don't get cocky. Me and Kowai will handle the stronger one—"

Before he could finish, Lancelot appeared in front of them, floating lazily with his hands in his pockets. He wore his usual black tank top, shorts, and flip-flops, his relaxed demeanor at odds with the raw power radiating from him.

"Peekaboo," Lancelot said with a smirk. Without warning, he delivered a devastating kick aimed at Corvus.

Corvus' eyes widened with shock, barely managed to block with his left arm, but the impact sent him hurtling towards the ground, the shockwave rippling outward. Kowai reacted instantly, pulling a black staff from his robes. Purple energy oozed from it as he spun and swung at Lancelot, who caught the staff mid-air, yanked Kowai closer, and landed a thunderous punch. The force shattered nearby windows, as the ground trembled while kowai was sent flying in the same direction as Corvus .

The five mercenaries moved to engage, but Corvus, recovering mid-air, barked an order. "You fools! Don't charge to your deaths! Go after the others. Me and Kowai will handle this one!"

Reluctantly, the five veered away, heading toward the distant power signatures. Meanwhile, Lancelot landed lightly on the ground, his hands still in his pockets and a warm smile on his face. Corvus and Kowai circled him, their auras menacing. Corvus's purple-and-black energy clashed with Kowai's black-and-yellow as both men lunged at Lancelot in unison, their combined force creating a storm of power.

Lancelot remained calm, his hands still resting lazily in his pockets as Corvus and Kowai lunged toward him. The ground beneath them cracked and buckled from the sheer intensity of their auras. Corvus's jagged, bone-like short sword, seething with purple energy, slashed downward in a lethal arc while Kowai's staff spun in a blur, releasing streaks of black and yellow energy.

With a serene smile, Lancelot sidestepped Corvus's swing, the sword missing him by mere inches. In the same motion, he tilted his head to avoid Kowai's staff, the weapon humming past his ear. Pivoting on one foot, Lancelot lashed out with a kick that struck Corvus's ribs, sending him skidding across the broken ground.

Kowai pressed the attack, his staff twirling as he conjured spears of crackling energy. He thrust one toward Lancelot's chest, but Lancelot leaned back gracefully, the spear grazing his tank top. Kowai followed up with a wide horizontal sweep, forcing Lancelot to duck under the attack.

"Nice coordination," Lancelot said, his voice light and teasing. "But you'll need more than flashy moves to take me down."

Corvus roared as he launched himself back into the fray, his sword now glowing with concentrated purple energy. He swung in a wild, overhead strike aimed to cleave Lancelot in two. Lancelot sidestepped again, but this time Corvus anticipated the move. The ground beneath Lancelot erupted as Corvus slammed his foot down, creating a shockwave that threw Lancelot off balance.

Seizing the opportunity, Kowai lunged, his staff glowing with malevolent energy. He swung it down with crushing force, aiming for Lancelot's exposed back.

But Lancelot reacted in an instant. Twisting his body mid-air, he grabbed the staff with one hand and planted his foot squarely on Kowai's chest, using him as a springboard to flip backward. Landing effortlessly, he brushed dust from his shorts, his calm demeanor unbroken.

"Not bad," Lancelot said, his grin widening. "But now it's my turn."

Raising his hand, Lancelot summoned a radiant spear of pure light. The weapon materialized in a burst of brilliance, its shaft gleaming like polished gold, and its blade pulsing with searing white energy. The entire battlefield was bathed in its glow, the light cutting through the ominous auras of his opponents.

Corvus's eyes widened. "A Miracle Class weapon..." he muttered. "Kowai, don't hold back. If we don't stop him now, we're dead."

Kowai nodded, his expression grim. He raised his staff, summoning swirling tendrils of black and yellow energy that coalesced into a towering spectral figure behind him. The figure, a monstrous amalgamation of shadow and flame, let out an ear-splitting roar before charging at Lancelot.

Corvus followed suit, his sword blazing as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Each swing sent arcs of purple energy tearing through the air, carving deep gouges into the already devastated ground.

Lancelot moved like a dancer, weaving between the attacks with uncanny precision. With a flick of his spear, he parried Corvus's sword, the clash of light and darkness sending sparks flying. He spun the spear around, its blade slicing cleanly through the spectral figure's arm. The creature howled in agony before dissipating into smoke.

"You're too predictable," Lancelot said, his voice almost mocking. He thrust his spear forward, a beam of concentrated light shooting out from its tip. The beam struck Kowai square in the chest, blasting him backward and slamming him into a crumbling wall.

Corvus growled in frustration, his movements growing more erratic as he poured all his strength into his attacks. But Lancelot was always one step ahead. He blocked a downward slash with the shaft of his spear, then spun around Corvus, delivering a devastating strike to his back with the butt of the weapon.

Corvus stumbled, blood dripping from his lips. "How... How are you so strong?" he gasped.

Lancelot tilted his head, his smile never fading. "Strength is one thing. But skill, experience, and keeping a cool head? That's what wins battles."

With a flourish, Lancelot raised his spear high. Light gathered at its tip, forming a glowing orb that radiated pure energy. Corvus's eyes widened in fear as the orb grew larger, its brilliance blinding.

"Let's end this," Lancelot said, his voice calm yet commanding. He thrust the spear downward, unleashing a torrent of light that engulfed the battlefield. The explosion was deafening, the ground trembling under its force.

The five mercenaries landed with resounding impact, their presence oppressive as dust and debris swirled around them. Each one radiated power, their armor gleaming menacingly in the pale sunlight. The tension in the air was thick, a tangible warning of the battle to come. Ace, Kelly, Sheldon, Zang, and Troy stood ready, their battle stances reflecting a mix of confidence and apprehension. 

The mercenaries spread out, each locking eyes with one of the boys. The tiger-armored Liger cracked his knuckles, his muscles rippling with barely-contained power. 

"I hope you kids are ready to die," he growled, his voice guttural and deep. "We don't hold back."

Ace stepped forward, his stance low and feral, his blue third eye flickering open on his forehead. A wild grin spread across his face. "Neither do we."

Immediately the mercenaries vanished to each of the boys spreading the battlefield leaving Ace and Liger in the center both standing at the ready either of them ready to pounce at any moment.

Liger lunged first, his massive frame belying his speed as he closed the gap between himself and Ace in an instant. His fists, coated in a shimmering aura that mimicked the claws of a tiger, came down in a double slash aimed to cleave Ace in half. 

Horns and Envy

The triceratops mercenary loomed before Troy, her body clad in heavy armor and her weapon—a serrated whip glowing faintly with a crimson light—humming with destructive energy. The ground around her crackled as she snapped the whip, its edges carving into the air with a feral screech. Troy, on the other hand, stood in a defensive posture, his movements deliberate, but his gaze distant—focused inward rather than on his opponent. 

Inside Troy's mindscape, a vast void surrounded him. Dark figures, each representing one of the Seven Deadly Sins, sat on jagged thrones that jutted out from the darkness. Their forms were amorphous, shifting between humanoid shapes and monstrous visages, their voices a cacophony of disdain. 

"You want our help?" sneered Pride, his dark eyes blazing with black flames.. "What makes you think we care if you live or die?" 

Troy's voice was filled with irritation but resolute. "If I die, you die. You're tethered to me. And right now, this mercenary won't give me a chance to win without one of you stepping in." 

Pride laughed coldly, leaning back on his throne. "Perhaps, but why should we stoop to aiding someone so… unworthy?" 

As Troy continued his mental battle, the triceratops mercenary didn't wait. She lunged forward, her whip slashing through the air like a viper. Troy narrowly dodged, twisting his body at the last second to avoid the serrated edges. The whip grazed the ground behind him, leaving deep gashes in the earth that hissed with energy. 

"Come on, kid," she taunted, cracking the whip again. "You can't keep dodging forever." 

Back in the mindscape, Sloth yawned. "This is boring. Just let him die. It's less work for us." 

Troy clenched his fists, frustration mounting. "If none of you help me, you'll be trapped here, powerless, for eternity. That's worse than death, isn't it?" 

A deep, rumbling voice cut through the argument. It was Envy, her form shimmering with sickly green light. "If I give you power, boy, I'll demand something in return. A favor. Something Valuable." 

"I don't have a choice," Troy said grimly. "Do it." 

Envy's laughter echoed through the void. "Then let's see if you're worthy of my gift." 

Back in the real world, Troy's aura shifted dramatically. A green haze enveloped him, his eyes glowing with a faint emerald light. The triceratops mercenary paused for a moment, sensing the change. 

"So you're finally fighting back," she said, snapping the whip toward him again. 

Troy caught the whip mid-swing, the green energy around him fortifying his grip. The serrated edges that had shredded through stone moments before now failed to pierce his skin. Envy's power surged through him, allowing him to temporarily mimic and counteract the abilities of others. 

Troy yanked the whip, pulling the mercenary off balance. With a quick step forward, he closed the gap between them and struck her with a precise palm strike to the chest, sending her stumbling back. The green energy around him pulsed as he copied the whip's destructive energy into his own fists forming a phantom whip, He starts to thrash his arms around viciously toward the woman each blow he landed causing miniature shockwaves. 

The mercenary growled, planting her feet firmly as her armor shimmered. She activated her defensive ability, making her body nearly impervious to damage. Troy, unfazed, pressed forward, using his newfound power to create an illusion of himself charging from one direction while he attacked from another. 

The battle became a dance of deception and precision. The triceratops mercenary relied on brute strength and calculated strikes with her whip, while Troy used his agility and borrowed energy to stay one step ahead. He weaved through her attacks with increasing confidence, his green aura flaring brighter with each dodge and counter. 

Finally, Troy created an opening. Feigning a stumble, he baited her into overextending with her whip. As it lashed toward him, he ducked low, rolling beneath it and springing up directly in front of her. With both hands glowing green, he struck her chest with a concentrated blast of energy, shattering her armor and sending her crashing into a nearby wall. 

Troy stood over her, breathing heavily, as the green aura began to fade. Inside his mindscape, Envy chuckled. 

"You surprised me, boy. Perhaps you show more promise than i thought."

No more Guts.

Sheldon stood across from the wild boar mercenary, the battlefield between them littered with shattered earth and debris. The mercenary's massive club rested on her shoulder, her boar-pelt cloak billowing in the wind. Her raw physicality was intimidating—her every movement exuded brute strength, and her grin was that of a predator savoring the hunt.

"I hope you've got more than that creepy green glow, kid," she taunted, slamming her club into the ground. The impact sent cracks rippling through the earth. "Because I don't hold back."

Sheldon smirked, raising a hand as his green aura intensified. "Good. Neither do I."

With a flick of his wrist, two grotesque amalgamations burst forth from the ground. The first was a hulking, insect-like creature with six spindly legs and a hardened carapace. Its mandibles clicked menacingly as it hissed at the mercenary. The second was smaller but no less terrifying—a sinewy, serpentine beast with multiple heads, each dripping acidic saliva that sizzled as it hit the ground.

The mercenary let out a bark of laughter. "Ugly things, aren't they? Let's see how tough they are!"

She charged forward with surprising speed for her size, swinging her club in a wide arc. The insect creature scuttled to intercept, its legs blurring as it leaped into the air. The club connected with a deafening crash, sending the creature flying, but it recovered mid-air, twisting to land on its feet.

The serpentine beast slithered around her flank, striking at her exposed side. She spun, slamming her club down, but the creature split apart into writhing tendrils that reformed behind her. Acid sprayed from its mouths, forcing her to retreat as the ground beneath her hissed and bubbled.

"Not bad," she admitted, her grin widening. "But I've got a trick or two of my own."

The boar pelt on her shoulders seemed to come alive, glowing with a dull red hue. Her muscles swelled, and her already formidable strength doubled. With a roar, she stomped the ground, creating a shockwave that sent both creatures sprawling. Sheldon stumbled but quickly regained his footing, his eyes narrowing.

"Let's see how you handle this," he said, snapping his fingers.

The insect creature darted forward, moving faster than before. Its mandibles clamped down on the mercenary's club, holding it in place as the serpentine beast coiled around her legs. She struggled, her enhanced strength allowing her to lift the club—and the attached creature—off the ground. With a mighty swing, she smashed the insect into the serpentine beast, sending both crashing into a nearby wall.

Sheldon clenched his fist, and the creatures exploded in unison. Acid sprayed in all directions, forcing the mercenary to shield her face. Her boar pelt absorbed most of the damage, but steam rose from her arms and legs where the acid had made contact.

"Cute," she growled, her voice laced with pain. "But you'll need more than that to beat me."

Sheldon smirked, his green aura flaring brighter. "Oh, I've got plenty more."

A third creature emerged from the ground, this one a towering, humanoid monstrosity with elongated limbs and glowing green veins pulsing across its body. Its fists were the size of boulders, and it let out a guttural roar as it charged the mercenary.

She met it head-on, their clash shaking the battlefield. The creature's massive fists swung with relentless force, each impact sending shockwaves through the air. The mercenary dodged and countered, her club striking with precision, but the creature's regenerative abilities kept it in the fight. Every time she landed a blow that should have been fatal, the green veins flared, and the creature reformed.

Meanwhile, Sheldon moved strategically, staying at a distance while directing his creations. He summoned smaller, insect-like creatures that swarmed the mercenary, nipping at her heels and distracting her. She fought valiantly, her movements a blend of brute strength and calculated strikes, but the constant onslaught began to wear her down.

"Damn pests!" she snarled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Why don't you fight me yourself, coward?"

Sheldon chuckled darkly. "You think I'd play fair against someone like you? Sorry, but I prefer to win."

He raised his hand, and the humanoid creature grabbed the mercenary in a crushing grip. She struggled, her enhanced strength allowing her to break free momentarily, but Sheldon was already preparing his next move. He snapped his fingers, and the creature exploded in a blinding flash of green light. The shockwave sent her flying, her boar pelt charred and her body battered.

She landed hard, coughing and struggling to rise. Sheldon approached slowly, his green aura pulsating ominously.

"Looks like you're out of tricks," he said, his voice cold.

The mercenary glared up at him, her defiance unbroken despite her injuries. "You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that."

Sheldon lowers his head, hiding his fear and relief.. "And you've got none left."

With a final gesture, he summoned one last creature—a massive, centipede-like beast with glowing green eyes and razor-sharp mandibles. It lunged at the mercenary, who braced herself for the impact. The fight ended in a deafening crash, the battlefield falling silent as the dust settled.

Sheldon stood amidst the wreckage, his green aura fading as he let out a breath he lifts his hand and notices it trembling, he try's to make a fist to no avail.. "Summoning these things and making them explode takes so much of a toll. Well atleast that's one down.," he muttered, turning to see how his teammates were faring.

Kelly vs Elephant

Kelly faced the towering man clad in 

barbarian-style clothing, his massive shoulder plate molded into the shape of an elephant's snout. His sheer size was intimidating, and every step he took made the ground tremble slightly under his weight. In his hand, he wielded a colossal warhammer that seemed almost too large for any human to lift, yet he swung it effortlessly.

"Name's Ganrok," the man rumbled, his voice deep and resonant. "You think your fancy tricks can stop the strength of an elephant?" He raised the warhammer, resting it on his broad shoulder.

Kelly smirked, gripping his greatsword tightly, its edge glowing faintly with his energy. "Raw strength is impressive, but precision wins battles. Let's see if you can catch up.

Ganrok wasted no time, swinging his warhammer in a wide, horizontal arc. The force of the swing created a gust of wind that flattened nearby rubble. Kelly's eyes gleamed as he activated his spatial-time magic, bending the air around him to distort the trajectory of the warhammer. The massive weapon passed within inches of him, the sheer force of its movement creating a shockwave that sent debris flying.

Kelly retaliated by creating a spatial rift in front of Ganrok, aiming to disrupt his balance. The rift shimmered, warping the ground beneath the mercenary's feet. Ganrok stumbled slightly but slammed his foot down, his massive frame stabilizing with brute force. He swung his warhammer downward, aiming to crush Kelly with a single strike.

Kelly teleported just in time, reappearing a few feet away. The warhammer collided with the ground, creating a crater that sent tremors through the battlefield. 

"Not bad," Ganrok said, straightening. "But you'll need more than that to take 

Kelly flicked his wrist, creating a pocket of manipulated gravity beneath Ganrok's feet. The ground quaked as the elephant-clad warrior was dragged downward, his movements becoming sluggish. Seizing the opportunity, Kelly dashed forward and swung his greatsword, the blade's gravitational pull making it unnaturally heavy as it aimed for Ganrok's side.

Ganrok roared, channeling his Endo through his body. His medium—the essence of the elephant—manifested in a translucent, elephantine aura around him. He raised his warhammer to block, the weapon glowing with energy. The clash of the two weapons created a shockwave that sent both combatants skidding backward.

Kelly flipped gracefully, landing lightly on his feet. "You're tougher than you look," he admitted, summoning several small rifts around him. Each rift distorted the light and air, creating a prismatic effect.

Ganrok grinned, his aura intensifying. "Let's see how your tricks hold up against true power." He charged through the rifts, his aura shielding him from the spatial distortions. Kelly sidestepped his attack, creating a portal to shift himself to Ganrok's flank. With a precise upward slash, he struck the mercenary's exposed side, the gravitational force of his blade sending Ganrok staggering.

Ganrok planted his warhammer into the ground, anchoring himself. His aura surged, and he let out a thunderous bellow. Spectral elephant tusks materialized around him, sweeping in wide arcs to ward off Kelly's approach. Kelly leapt back, narrowly avoiding the ethereal tusks as they gouged deep furrows into the ground.

Kelly raised his hand, creating a distortion field that enveloped the battlefield. The air shimmered, and the flow of time seemed to slow around Ganrok. The mercenary's movements became sluggish, though his immense strength allowed him to push through the effect.

"You're a tricky one," Ganrok growled, lifting his warhammer with both hands. "But tricks won't save you forever." He swung the hammer downward, the impact creating a shockwave that shattered Kelly's distortion field and sent him flying backward.

Kelly twisted mid-air, landing on his feet with a smirk. "Let's up the stakes," he said, planting his greatsword into the ground. He channeled his Endo into a massive gravity well centered around Ganrok. The pull was immense, dragging the mercenary and nearby debris toward the center. 

Ganrok roared, his elephant aura solidifying into a massive spectral form that braced him against the pull. He gripped his warhammer tightly, channeling energy into it until it glowed brightly. With a mighty swing, he shattered the gravitational field, dispersing the energy in a burst of light and force.

Summoning the full extent of his spatial-time magic, Kelly created multiple portals around the battlefield. He dashed through them with incredible speed, appearing and disappearing in flashes of light. Each time he reappeared, he delivered a precise strike, chipping away at Ganrok's defenses. The disorienting nature of the portals made it impossible for the mercenary to predict Kelly's movements.

Finally, Kelly emerged directly above Ganrok, his greatsword glowing with concentrated gravitational energy. With a powerful swing, he brought the blade down, the impact creating a localized singularity that pulled everything inward before exploding outward in a burst of light and energy.

When the dust settled, Ganrok lay unconscious, his elephant aura completely dissipated. Kelly stood over him, his greatsword resting on his shoulder. He exhaled deeply, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Strength alone won't win a battle," he said quietly, turning to check on his teammates

The battlefield was alive with tension as Zang squared off against Kreel, the mantis-themed mercenary. Kreel's green armor shimmered in the light, the twin mantis sickles strapped to his sides glinting ominously. His slender yet muscular frame moved with a predatory grace, his glowing green eyes locked onto Zang with unnerving focus.

Zang clenched his fists, golden Endo crackling around his arms like living electricity. His heart pounded in his chest, but he steadied his breathing, remembering Lancelot's advice to stay calm and strategic. 

"Alright, bug boy," Zang muttered under his breath. "Let's see what you've got."

Kreel tilted his head, his voice a sharp whisper. "You'll regret underestimating me."

In a blur of motion, Kreel lunged forward, his mantis sickles unsheathing with a metallic hiss. He swung them in a crisscross pattern, aiming to catch Zang off guard. Zang reacted instantly, backpedaling as he fired a volley of golden Endo blasts. The projectiles streaked toward Kreel, but the mercenary spun his sickles with blinding speed, deflecting each one effortlessly. 

Zang cursed under his breath and shifted his strategy. Planting his feet, he focused his Endo into his legs, launching himself upward with explosive force. Kreel followed, leaping into the air with an almost insect-like agility. The two clashed midair, Zang throwing a thunderous punch wreathed in golden energy. Kreel intercepted with one of his sickles, the force of the collision sending shockwaves through the air. 

Zang used the momentum to twist his body, aiming a spinning kick at Kreel's side. The mercenary narrowly dodged, countering with a rapid slash from his sickle. Zang blocked with a golden energy shield, but the impact sent him hurtling back to the ground. He landed in a crouch, skidding several feet as he caught his breath.

Kreel landed gracefully, his movements eerily precise. "Is that all you've got?" he taunted, charging forward again. This time, his attacks were faster and more calculated, each swing of his sickles aiming for a critical spot. Zang dodged and parried, his golden energy flaring with each movement. He fired another barrage of Endo blasts, but Kreel weaved through them with uncanny speed, closing the distance in an instant.

"Fine," Zang growled, clenching his fists. "Let's up the stakes."

He channeled his Endo into his body, his muscles surging with power. His movements became faster, more fluid, as he launched a flurry of punches at Kreel. Each punch released a shockwave of golden energy, forcing Kreel to go on the defensive. The mercenary twirled his sickles, creating a barrier of spinning blades that deflected the attacks. But Zang didn't let up. He darted around Kreel, firing projectiles from multiple angles to keep him off balance.

Kreel gritted his teeth, realizing he couldn't afford to underestimate his opponent. With a sharp click of his tongue, he activated his Arcane ability. Green energy flowed into his sickles, extending their blades into long, glowing scythes. He swung them in a wide arc, the energy slicing through the air with a high-pitched hum. Zang barely dodged, the attack grazing his side and leaving a shallow cut that sizzled with residual energy.

"Alright, that's new," Zang muttered, wincing as he pressed a hand to his wound. "But two can play that game."

He extended his arms, golden energy gathering into orbs at his palms. With a roar, he unleashed a torrent of projectiles, each one homing in on Kreel. The mercenary spun his scythes in a deadly dance, cutting through the projectiles with surgical precision. But Zang anticipated this. Using the barrage as a distraction, he closed the distance, his body a blur of motion. 

He appeared behind Kreel, delivering a powerful uppercut that sent the mercenary flying. Before Kreel could recover, Zang leapt after him, slamming him back to the ground with a double-fisted strike. The impact created a crater, dust and debris filling the air.

Kreel groaned, his armor dented and cracked. But he wasn't done yet. With a feral snarl, he activated the full extent of his Arcane ability. Green energy exploded from his body, forming a pair of translucent mantis wings. He shot into the air, moving so fast he seemed to vanish. Zang barely had time to react as Kreel reappeared behind him, slashing with his glowing scythes. Zang blocked with a golden energy shield, but the force sent him skidding backward.

"You're tougher than you look," Kreel admitted, his voice strained but impressed. "But this is where it ends."

Zang smirked, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "Funny. I was about to say the same thing."

He planted his feet, channeling every ounce of his Endo into his body. His golden aura flared brighter than ever, illuminating the battlefield. With a deep breath, he launched himself at Kreel, their final clash a blur of light and motion. Punches, kicks, and slashes collided in rapid succession, each impact creating shockwaves that rattled the surrounding ruins.

In a final, desperate move, Zang unleashed a massive golden energy wave, the attack engulfing Kreel in its brilliance. When the light faded, Kreel lay unconscious, his armor shattered and his scythes reduced to fragments. Zang stood over him, panting heavily but victorious.

"Ill meet you in The Next Life," Zang muttered