The Battle Of Gods (V)

I can hear his footsteps, slow and deliberate, as they make their way down the hall. I at first wondered why it was he didn't just crush this place with me inside, but…surely that wouldn't be satisfying. I clench my fists, holding tight to the lamppost I had found. Maybe If I just did a dirty trick, made one part of his body avoid my attack and attack the other by surprise, I could get in some lucky hits. It's super unlikely to lead to any fatal outcomes for him, but it's all I have. For some reason, I can't read his mind. Everytime I try I just get static. Why the hell can't I read his mind?! I grit my teeth. This fucker really is something else, as much as I hate to give him that much. As his approach reaches its end, just outside the room's door, I feel my body stiffen. There has to be something I have, some kind of advantage. Think, think!

It clicks. A crazy, nonsense idea.

The door opens. Standing in the doorframe, he seems almost completely satisfied with himself. I'm quick to go on the attack, slamming the lamppost into his leg. As expected, it does nothing. At that moment, my mind closes in on his, and-

'Idiot girl. She really has gotten desperate.'

BINGO BITCH! I do my best to hide my smile.

'How about I ram my hand through her throat and be done w-' His thoughts cut off as his leg returns to normal, but that was more than enough. I watch his hand start to move, and in my head, I map the distance it'll have to take if he's really gonna try and tear a hole in my throat. I do my best to look defeated, hoping to god he won't pick up on anything suspicious. He grinned, his hand shooting forward. Now. I grab ahold of his hand and, while he's surprised, slam my knee into his elbow. Taking the moment further, I headbutt him in the nose and use the lamppost to go for his knee, but he manages to activate his ability for that one. '-t bitch! How did she anticip-' Good, still caught off guard. I at least have a moment to do some more damage to this man. With that in mind, I race my thumb forward, going for his left eye. I feel his leg quickly returning to normal, but not quick enough.

"AUGH! GAUGH! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" I remove my thumb and back off as he holds his eye. Is he gonna be able to recover from all this? He seems to have managed to recover from what was done to him by Marcus and Yuta. To my surprise, while he does heal almost everything, what he doesn't heal is his eye. Interesting, now what exactly is with that? "M-MY EYE! WHY WON'T IT COME BACK?! WHERE'S MY EYE!!!!???" His panic brings me great pleasure. Enough to take the moment and begin a fatal attack, aiming the lamppost for his head while my hand discreetly reaches into my pocket. Rather than doing what he has been this whole time though, he instead catches the lamppost with his normal hand and rips it from my grasp before beating me over the head with it.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! I WILL NOT FORGIVE THIS!" His anger at his missing eye is palpable. Laughable. I smile, before kicking his shin and rolling past him as he grunts in pain. To my surprise, he wastes no time in grabbing the back of my shirt and throwing me against a wall, before my ribs are met by the lamppost, hitting me so hard the thing breaks to pieces. Blood begins to pour from my mouth as I whine, unable to get off my hands and knees. His foot plants itself on my back, slamming down again and again until even being on my hands was impossible. I felt my lungs want to give out, but I refuse to let them, trying to find anything to get me out of this.

I force my leg to act, giving a muted kick that stutters his onslaught enough for me to pull myself forward and down the stairs, protecting my head as I fall. The feeling of being just a few feet further away from him is incredible, but doesn't last long, as he slams through the ceiling, landing in the middle of the houses' living room, holding out a hand transformed into a gun. I dodge the coming blood bullets, taking refuge in the kitchen as I pick up any sharp objects I can. As he turns the corner into the kitchen, I throw each fork, knife, anything at him. He tanks the hits, showing no desire to have fun with me. F-fuck!

"G-get away from me you fucker!" I grab a chair and kick it between us, but he turns it to sand, continuing on. Blood continues to pour from his ravaged socket. I bite my tongue, focusing only on that. Whatever, if this is where I die, then I'm satisfied I gave this bastard a proper walloup. I grin. "No, you know what, come right at me. Show me what you can do besides get gooey." I chuckle, making him even angrier as I watch him rev up some fierce looking kick. I close my eyes, waiting for the worst, when…nothing happens...I open my eyes to see the bastard god in front of me looking straight up horrified as his eyes lock onto what's behind me. Turning my head, I see…what the hell?