Luis vs Inmates, Part 1

"Woah, that's…mildly impressive," August smirks as he stares down Slayer Kaze's Fūjin Mode.

"I'll show you just how impressive I can be…" Slayer Kaze growls in response. "AIR MANIPULATION: FUJIN LONG SABER!"

With a roar, Slayer Kaze swipes his hand downwards, causing Fūjin to swing it's mighty right arm downwards, which wields a giant sword made out of wind.

"Winter!" August orders.

"On it, brother!" Winter replies as she leaps in front of August, holding her hands up to Fūjin.

"Cryokinesis: Frostbite!" Winter shouts as she emits a blast of her icy-blue Cursed Power, which flies towards Kaze, freezing it's right arm and wind blade.

"Easy," August smirks.

But much to the surprise of the two half-demons, not even a full second later, the ice encrusted around Fūjin's arm and wind sword shatters due to the might of Slayer Kaze's Cursed Power. Fūjin then swings it's Long Saber down towards August and WInter, slamming into them in a giant rush of orange Cursed Power, causing August and Winter to howl in pain as a vicious tornado wraps around them due to the force of Fūjin's Long Saber colliding with the ground.

"Dammit…" a blood soaked August grunts as he lays on the ground beside an equally blood soaked Winter, as Slayer Kaze's tornado dissipates.

"Flesh…Clones…" August grunts as he pushes himself off of the ground. "Cursed Death Zone!"

August spreads his arms out to his sides as mounds of flesh begin bubbling out of his arms then plop to the ground, before molding themselves into clones of August. 

August's Flesh Clone army then charges, circling around Slayer Kaze, until Fūjin finds itself surrounded.

August's Flesh Clones then begin charging up spheres of red Cursed Power in between their two palms before thrusting their hands outwards, sending emissions of Cursed Power flying towards Slayer Kaze.

"Air Manipulation: Fūjin Great Shield!" Slayer Kaze shouts as Fūjin brings its right shielded arm up, which blocks August's emissions of Cursed Power, which aren't able to penetrate Fūjin's shield, or even Fūjin itself.

"Now…to end this!" Slayer Kaze shouts as he aims his left hand towards August and Winter in the shape of an arrow, while pulling his left hand back, as if Slayer Kaze is knocking back an arrow on an invisible bow. Subsequently, Fūjin does the same, aiming the bow in its left hand towards August and Winter, while using its right hand to knock back an arrow that Slayer Kaze constructed out of wind.

"Air Manipulation…" Slayer Kaze begins to say.

"FUJIN GRAND ARROW!"

Fūjin then lets go of the arrow, allowing for it to fire.

"Dammit…this attack is too powerful, I'll actually have to use my Red Demon for this…" August grumbles.

"Agreed, brother," Winter replies.

"RED DEMON!"

"White Demon!"

Fūjin's arrow then collides with August and Winter in a giant rush of sunrise- orange Cursed Power as a swirling sunrise-orange and light-blue tornado wraps around August and Winter. But when the tornado subsides, Slayer Kaze sees Winter in her half-demon mode, encased in ice, which completely protected her from Fūjin's attack. Besides Winter, is the mangled corpse of August.

"Why…didn't Winter protect August too…?" Slayer Kaze asks himself, as Winter's shield of ice begins to melt.

But Slayer Kaze's question is answered when he hears a voice cackle: "BEHIND YOU!"

Slayer Kaze doesn't even half time to turn around when he feels a wave of pain erupt across his chest. Slayer Kaze then slowly strains his head downwards, and sees three dominic arms -bubbling with red Cursed Power- piercing his chest, which has a steady stream of blood leaking out of it.

Slayer Kaze coughs out a glob of blood before slowly straining his neck around and peering over his shoulder, where he sees a smirking August in his half-demon form.

"Surprised?" August asks with a smirk. "I can shift my consciousness between my clones, so I allowed you to kill my previous body, just to get the jump on you."

August then rips his three fists out of the hole in Slayer Kaze's chest, causing the Pro Slayer to limply fall to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

August cackles as he stares down at Slayer Kaze's mangled body.

"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!" August taunts as he slowly makes his way over to Slayer Kaze. "Now…to kill ya'!"

"Sorry…Luis…" Slayer Kaze softly whispers to himself as August struts over to him. "I've failed you…"

"I've gone as far as I could…the rest is up to you…"

***

"Damnit…how much longer…?" I pant.

Using my Sky God's Anklets and tailwind, I've been dashing towards Daniel (who's engaging with Greed and Treachery outside of the portal to Hell) at blinding speeds, yet I've been running for so long now, and I'm nowhere near Daniel's location. 

My dad is also running after me, but despite his pleas for me to "conserve my energy," I've been using my Sky God's Anklets and tailwind at full blast, desperate to make it to Daniel.

I need to get to Daniel. But not just him…Jamie too, and everyone else in the way of the portal to Hell and New York City. In the way of Greed and Treachery.

I refuse to let anyone else die in front of me.

Daniel is strong. Fourth Circle of Hell? Piece of cake! Greed is one thing, but against Treachery; I don't know how well Daniel can fare. To be honest…I don't know how well I'll fare either, even if it's Daniel and I vs Greed and Treachery. I know nothing about these two, other than Treachery is one of the strongest fighters in this war.

But no matter how strong he is, all I have to do is be stronger.

I continue dashing towards Daniel, as fast as the winds of a raging storm, like the storm howling around me due to the opening of the portal to Hell. But my dash is interrupted when I feel something latch onto my ankle and grab on tightly, prohibiting me from moving any further. I attempt to increase the force of my tailwind, but still…I don't budge. Seeing as I can't move, I allow for my Sky God's Anklets to dissipate back into my dark blue Cursed Power, as well as slowing down the tailwind behind me to a halt.

"WHAT THE?!" I cry as I peer down at my ankles, seeing an arm sticking out of the ground and clutching my ankle tightly, so tightly that I can't move. I attempt to pick up my leg and shale the hand off of me, but it won't budge. The hand is bubbling with a familiar minty green-blue-purple-ish color, but I can't quite put my finger on where I've felt it before.

"Alright…I don't know who you are; but you asked for this!" I begin to say as I reach behind my waist and slowly draw my katana. "If you stand in my way…I'LL JUST HAVE TO CUT YOUR ARM OFF."

The presumed owner of the arm sticking out of the ground lets out a muffled cry (their voice is muffled since they're underground). The owner of the arm then ejects out of the ground, but before I can get a good look at their face they lift me in the air by my ankle.

"Wahhh!" I cry as the owner of the arm slams me into the ground (faster than I can prepare a gust of wind to catch me), kicking up a cloud of dust. I cough and wave away the dust from my face. But again, before the dust can fully settle, I feel two more people grab onto me, keeping me pinned on the ground on each side.

When the dust settles, I'm surrounded by four inmates in prison uniforms. Two of which are on either side of me, keeping me pinned. One is above me, holding a fleshy spike to my throat, while the final inmate is standing before me, with his arms crossed smugly as he slowly approaches me.

The four inmates from the Lincoln Correctional Facility.

"Hey, you four…" I grunt from my place on the ground. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Yes…three years, in fact," Cell answers.

"Can we save the little reunion for next time, please?" I ask. "I'm really busy right now."

"Oh, I'm sure you are," Cell replies as he brandishes a switchblade. "But we still have to pay you back for last time."

"Didn't you guys reconcile with the fact that you'll be in prison for life after we beat you?" I ask.

"Yes, we did," Cell answers. "BUT UPON SEEING YOU, I'VE CHANGED MY MIND! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TOOK OUR FREEDOM FROM US, LUIS TRAMONTANA!"

Cell's switchblade then begins bubbling with his minty Cursed Power.

"Hey, so you've gotten pretty good at Cursed Power, Cell," I tease. "You're up to reinforcing objects with your Cursed Power?"

"Yeah…pretty good, right?" Cell answers with a smirk. "I HAD A LOT OF TIME TO SIT AND REFLECT, AND WORK ON MY CURSED POWER IN PRISON."