Onslaught

Moose raised his palm, summoning more than five orbs that detonated in a flash of white, engulfing the area in a blinding explosion. As the orbs began to form, I thickened the surrounding mist, obscuring his vision and muffling his other senses. The detonation released a wave of heat, which the heavy mist absorbed, but not enough to fully negate its intensity.

We repositioned ourselves, remaining still. The heat surrounded Moose, but it also made it difficult for us to assess the full extent of his attack. He stood still, calm, before vanishing in an instant. Through the mist, I saw a red flame, his, creeping closer. He had gone invisible. Somehow, he moved toward us, as if he knew our positions.

His senses were limited—he couldn't see through the mist. Perhaps he was using an artifact to track us? I hesitated, seeing this as an opportunity. We had time to formulate a plan, as his progress was slowed by the disorienting mist.

I gathered the group and outlined my strategy.

"Will it work?" Miem asked, doubt clear in her voice. Given Moose's experience and wariness, her hesitation was understandable.

"Yeah, just trust me."

"We only have one shot. If we fail, we die," Miem warned, making sure we understood the stakes.

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Moose's body reacted oddly each time he inhaled the mist, as if his plasma energy sensed a foreign presence in his lungs. The mist was from Mist's power, and he realized it could destroy him from the inside if it reached him. However, as long as it didn't fully penetrate his body, he had nothing to fear. His vision, enhanced to detect heat, allowed him to see them gathering. They thought they were hiding, but he could see everything. He smirked, confident in his victory.

Step by step, he moved closer. Thirty meters, twenty, then ten. He was within striking distance now, five meters away. Moose was ready to unleash his plasma and destroy them all when a voice echoed from the group.

"This range should be enough."

Had they spotted him? Moose furrowed his brow. Was this his imagination?

As the mist slowly receded, it formed a small clearing around him. He looked down and noticed something translucent wrapping around his leg. Before he could react, the wire tightened, cutting deep into his skin. His plasma surged to burn the wire away, but a force yanked him forward, pulling him to the ground. The cut deepened.

He felt more wires binding his limbs—left wrist, right wrist, legs. He was suspended, spread-eagled, barely hovering above the ground. Realizing they had used smoke to create these wires, he focused his power, attempting to burn through them, but the smoke's power resisted.

At that moment, a figure descended from the sky on a hoverboard: The Mist.

"Give up," Mist said coldly.

"You think you've won?" Moose sneered.

A powerful wind gusted through the area, and Moose's eyes snapped to the source. A three-headed dragon appeared, its decaying flesh hanging in tattered strips, bones visible beneath its skin. Despite its ragged appearance, each flap of its wings generated enough force to send nearby cars skidding. It hovered above, its three heads channeling their breaths—one icy, one charged with lightning, and the third preparing a stream of black flame.

"Time's ticking. What's your answer?" Mist asked, his gaze focused on the dragon, indifferent to Moose's presence.

Moose, however, focused on the wires. If he could burn through them, he might escape. He concentrated and finally succeeded. A smile stretched across his face as he freed one limb. Mist turned to see what had happened, but before he could react, Moose pointed at the wire and shot plasma, severing it. His other hand was now free.

Mist sighed, and the sigh seemed to signal a shift. Translucent wires shot out from the mist, attempting to restrain Moose again. He covered his arms with a plasma barrier, and the wires dissipated on contact. He smirked, confident in his ability to withstand whatever came next.

Mist remained unfazed, calmly uttering, "Puffy."

From the mist, a phantom in heavy armor surged toward Moose at incredible speed. Puffy leaped into the air, sword raised, aiming for Moose's defenses. Moose's eyes widened, body tensing in anticipation.

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Sunny's POV:

Just as Moose prepared to shoot at the wire, Puffy reached him. Moose quickly encased himself in a plasma barrier, hoping to absorb the impact. Puffy's sword struck with incredible force, shattering the barrier like glass. Shards of plasma flew in all directions before fading away. Moose's tough skin and the remnants of his plasma barrier kept him partially intact, but the force of the blow left him reeling.

Puffy didn't stop. He pressed on, each strike causing the ground to cave in and sending cracks splintering outward. The barrage continued, relentless, as the air vibrated with the impact of each blow.