The Battle Of Gods (I)

Surrounded by the blood and gore of my former classmates, I felt frozen in time. I just…watched my Professor crash through the wall of his classroom with one of his own students. That student had also just tried to kill me. In response to all of it, I felt my brain deciding to simply try and shut down. It would surely have been better than what was happening at that moment. My eyes slowly moved to outside, where I saw, flying through the air, two actively fighting bodies. My professor got a good hit in, before receiving a car to the side. That student…it had to be sweatpants god. Which means…was my Professor the god I've known my whole life? I gulped. Somehow, I'd ended up in the middle of a rather awful situation.

"Shit shit shit! Marcus, you alright?!" I heard Mika enter through the door, running up to me and placing a tender hand on my cheek, looking me over. "You look alright…okay, good. We have to get out of here." She took my hand. "If we just let our good old reliable handle this situation, we'll be just fine." She spoke as though she had to convince me. Yeah, no, of course I was gonna let a god handle another god. Getting to my feet, I felt my legs starting to wobble. Mika wrapped an arm around me as support until I was finally all together, before walking us to the class entrance. Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one heading that way. A spike of cement rushed past our heads, sending us both falling over.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled, grabbing Mika and pulling her forward as four more made their way toward us. "Bastard can't help but multitask can he, ahahah!" I laughed like a terrified maniac, helping Mika to her feet before we started sprinting down the hall. More of those damn things came barreling through the wall, some grazing us as we passed. The feeling was near excruciating. I almost wanted to say It felt like I had lost an entire chunk of myself somewhere. Mika took a right, leading down the stairs and onto the second floor. "Mikaaaaaa HURRY THE FUCK UP!!" I yelled, looking up in time to see the ceiling beginning to tremble, before chunks of it fell fast to the ground.

Rolling forward, I managed to avoid a falling chunk that was just above my head when Mika grabbed me and threw me into the staircase. My hand caught bar and I rode it down the first set of steps, hopping down the second set and hopping over the bar for the last set, my body running on pure adrenaline. As I reached for the door to the first floor, I was met by a familiar face melting through the door, as if it were hot wax. The all too familiar sweatpants god grabbed my head and sent me flying into the air, slamming against the underside of the stairs before levitating up, sending a knee into my face. The acceleration I experienced from such an action was unbelievable, as it sent me flying through the wall and out into the school's surrounding yard.

My whole existence felt a desire to cry out in agony, when my professor landed just in front of me. He cut his finger, sending the resulting blood drops out like bullets at the rapidly evading opponent. I did my best to remain out of the way, staying just behind my professor as he sent sweatpants dodging about. Come on, one of his attacks has gotta land…come on, please! My wishes came true, as the professor's last bullet lagged behind by just a second, breaking his pace long enough for the professor to follow up with a pile of judgment, slamming through the sky and causing a crack in the black sky above.

"What the hell?" I whispered, looking up at the crack as the pole slammed down into sweatpants, making him grunt in pain before he tore it out, his body quickly healing. "Is this…a simulation?"

"Something akin to. I'll explain it when I've beaten this fucker into submission. Stay safe, my favorite student." My professor chuckled before snapping his finger. Poles upon poles came flooding from the hole in the sky, all moving for sweatpants.

"Oh, get some originality you one trick pony!" Sweatpants laughed, holding the pole in his hand and, efficiently, beat every pole to the side. They fell one after another as both I and my professor watched. "Hahaha, what about that you ego-driven bi-" Before he could finish, Professor had taken the advantage, charging forward and landing a clean hook on his face. I felt relief as I watched blood leak from Sweatpant's mouth. He was doing it. Professor was gonna beat this bastard's ass!

"Marcus!" Mika pulled me up from where I had been kneeling, pulling me out of the way of the battle. "Stay out. He's got this." Mila's confidence was infectious. I nodded, certain that things would soon be back to how they should be. My hands clenched tight as I watched the two power-filled monsters continue their attack on each other.

Professor sent another punch flying, Sweatpants barely dodging, clapping his hands and summoning forth concrete from the road. As professor punched through it, the pellets of what remained reformed around Professor's hand, and imploded. The mangled hand left behind reached forward regardless, sending a chop to Sweatpant's throat before the professor sent a knee into his stomach and a fist flying straight into his nose as the professor slid down between Sweatpant's legs.

"This is what happens when you try to fuck with another man's world, you shut in looking bastard!" The professor laughed, before he grabbed onto Sweatpant's shirt and sent him falling face first into the concrete, almost snapping his neck. Rolling back into a standing position, The Professor gave one last gift of a kick to the ballsack, laughing with pure glee. "Enjoy the trip back to hell, or wherever you reside!" The professor claimed his victory, raising his right arm to find his hand gone. "...huh?" The professor noticed then, the sword like blade that formed from the road the two were standing on that had cut his hand off without his noticing. "Heh, not bad." Sweatpants stood back up, glaring at his opponent as the gravel moved up to surround his hands.

"Oh trust me, I can show you much more than just not bad."