The Battle Of Gods (II)

"Oh…shit…" The sight of the professor's arm falling off rang loud like a bad omen. The upper hand it seemed like he had felt as though it disappeared in a near instant. The idea that we may not make it out of this had become the major thought in my mind. I looked over to Mika for some kind of reassurance, but she seemed just as concerned. Oh god, are we really this boned? I turn my attention back to the fight. "He's still got this. I think. I hope so." My words faltered much like my resolution, earning me a response from Mika.

"Our god seems unconcerned. I can't tell if it's cockiness or genuine, but regardless, he isn't out of commission just yet." Mika reassured after reading his mind, placing a hand on my shoulder while the professor took his arm up off the ground and placed it right back where it belonged. With that one act, I felt myself start to really calm down some. Just have some faith. Things will surely turn out alright. My fists clenched tight, I quietly prayed for the best as the two fighting deities launched off the ground into the sky. Sweatpants went for professor's neck, only for professor to twist out of the way, sending a knee toward his aggressor's nose, which is quickly blocked by Sweatpant's granite glove. Professor grunts, quickly grabbing Sweatpants by the hair and ramming his face into his own gauntlet once, twice, before ramming his fist into Sweatpant's teeth.

Sweatpants gets a kick to the back, sending him rolling across a building, which he quickly extends from the ground and launches at the professor. Unable to dodge in time, professor tanked the hit, feeling himself roll through two apartments before exiting through the other side, covered in cuts and bruises. Professor grinned, landing on a building himself. Sweatpants is quick to meet back up with him, The two shared a look of bemusement before the professor snapped his fingers, summoning a pole of judgment between them. Quick to race towards it, Professor arrives there first. Sweatpants, believing he's going to try and take the weapon, starts to target the pole, but is caught off guard by the professor swinging his body around and using the momentum to deliver a kick to his opponent's ribs.

Sweatpants screamed, yet, not out of pain. Rage. A powerful rage that shook both me and Mika on the ground. He took the professor's leg and, with anger-induced speed, sent his granite right through it like a blade. The lower half was disconnected, and quickly thrown off the building before the professor could even react. It fell and fell, eventually landing on a car. Mika seemed horrified. I was as well. There was no way he could fight back on just one leg. Not to mention, how was he gonna fix it? I looked over at Mika once again and saw her smiling like a mad woman. She seemed to have a pretty good idea of what needed to be done.

"Marcus…question for you. Do you have any idea what made you turn invisible last time?"

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The professor, standing on his one leg, did his best to constantly monitor his balance, leaning to one side, then the other while delivering blow after blow. While impressive, nothing he threw could really be considered game changing at this point. If he was gonna win, he'd have to find an environment with an edge for him. Now, where the hell was an environment where legs didn't matter? Professor chuckled, and proceeded to start gently hopping. He dodged as many hits from Sweatpants that he could manage, and refused to fall to the ones he had to take. His eyes moved from his opponent to the edge. Slowly growing closer, closer…bingo. The professor grabbed onto sweatpants and, with a tug, pulled him off the roof with him.

The two had returned to the sky, and to celebrate the reunion, the professor jammed his thumbs into Sweatpant's eyes. Before he got the chance to do damage, the granite gloves on Sweatpant's hands sprung forth two little blades, cutting off his thumbs. Professor merely cackled in response, forcing the blood from his finger stumps into Sweatpant's eyes before he rammed his knee into his stomach, starting up a combo of punches against his opponent's face. Ah, finally, some progress. The professor's lips had curled into a smile. Unfortunately, his lead was short lived, as he heard something from around them. He noticed that the four closest buildings had begun shifting. Without warning, they came together, colliding on the point where the two god's were battling.

With a scream, the buildings all turned to rubble that flew high up into the air, revealing a bloody professor and a smug, unharmed Sweatpants. Sweatpants snapped his fingers, and the rubble shot down like a missile brigade, slamming against the professor's body before shooting back to attack him all over again. Sweatpants, satisfied with what he felt was a coming, inevitable win, let himself return to the ground, landing on his feet as the infinite rubble assault continued. With glee, he watched it all occur. Nothing could possibly ever compare to this satisfaction, surely. One god triumphing over another.

Personally, I found it quite distasteful. Which is why I closed in behind Sweatpants and cracked a bat against the side of his head. He let out an excruciating scream. The rubble attacks in the sky came to a swift end as the professor and the rubble came falling back to the ground. Sweatpants tried to start it back up again, until he received another crack to the skull from me.

"Who the hell is doing that?!" Sweatpants screamed, turning right around, his eyes looking directly. I felt my whole body cover in a cold sweat, even though I knew I was mostly safe. After all, I was invisible. He looked this way and that, confused as to where the hell his attacker was, before visibly coming to a realization. "...Marcus…you little bastard…" Sweatpants began to chuckle, raising his hand and snapping his fingers. The ground around us was starting to rise. I moved to get away, but a wall of granite had formed around us, leaving no room for getting away. "Oh, I should congratulate you for tricking me earlier. You're quite clever, though you could never match up to Mika. So, take the compliment. It'll be the last one you get before I send you to hell."