Onslaught

Moose raised his palm, and more than five orbs appeared. It exploded, covering everything in white.

When the orbs began to form, I caused the surrounding mist to thicken, limiting his line of sight and other senses.

When the orbs detonated, they produced a burst of heat. The heavy mist absorbs a large portion of the heat energy. However, it would not fully negate it.

We moved positions but did not make any moves. The hot energy surrounded Moose, making it difficult for us to assault him. We didn't know exactly what his attack did.

He stood calmly before vanishing in an instant. I'see' through the mist a red flame belonging to him creeping closer to us. It appears he went invisible! I'm not sure how he managed to walk towards us as if he knew where we were.

His field of vision and other senses are limited! Perhaps he is utilizing an artifact? Just when I was about to make a move, I paused and saw this as an opportunity.

We had plenty of time to devise a strategy because he was still a long way away and the mist was messing with his sense of direction, slowing his progress.

I assembled everyone and proposed my approach.

"Will it work?" Miem inquired doubtfully. Reasonably so, given Moose's extensive fighting experience and cautious demeanor.

"Yeah, just trust me."

"We just have one opportunity. If we fail, we will die." Miem made suresure we were aware of the consequences.

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Moose wasn't sure why, but every time he inhaled the smoke, his body warned him of danger and his lungs became hot, as if his plasma energy had responded to a foreign thing in his lungs. When he thought about it, the mist appeared from Mist's strength. Following this line of thought, Mist would still be able to manipulate the smoke his opponent breathed in and easily destroy them from within. A devastating power, but not as dangerous as one might expect.

As long as the smoke did not penetrate your body, or in this case, Moose's body neutralised the threat, he had nothing to worry about.

In his eyes, he saw everything as if throughthrough As if it were through heat vision.

He can see them gathering now, possibly to plot a plan. What a fool, they had no idea he could see them; he will win. Maybe I'll enjoy the girl after the battle, Moose said, looking excited.

He moved closer and closer. He thought to himself, "When I get close enough, I'll blow them up with plasma!" Even though he has faced and survived numerous difficult situations, when triumph is in sight, his heart races.

He felt nervous. Step by step. He moved thirty meters, twenty, ten, and finally five meters away from them.

This range should be enough, Moose thought to himself when a voice said the same thing.

"This range should be enough."

It came from the group, they were facing him.

Have I been found? Moose thought to himself and observed, thinking the voice must've been his feeling.

The mist faded away slowly, but only in a five meters radius with him in the center. He frowned, thinking something was off.

He sensed something around his leg. He looked down and saw a very translucent wire around his leg.

Right after that, the wire tightened itself and cut deep into his skin, but failed to cut his leg.

His plasma energy reacted to the wire and tried to burn it. Trail of smoke rose.

However, a force yanked the wire forward, causing him to fall hard on the ground and the cut got deeper. He groaned in pain.

Just before he could do something, he felt something around his left wrist. Following that was his right wrist and other leg. Someone then pulled each of these wires, causing him to spread out like a star. It lifted him a bit from the ground.

Moose understood the wire must've been made with smoke, and his power could dissipate it. He channeled his power and plasma covered his limbs. It let out a dim glow. As he was struggling, a figure on a hoverboard float down from the sky. It was The Mist.

"Give up."

"You think you've won?"

A powerful wind abruptly brushed us off. Moose turned his head to the source. A dragon with three heads. Its decaying flesh and visible bones. Their guts were dangling and they had an intense smell of a decaying corpse. It flapped its imperfect wings filled with holes. While it looked weak, each flap was enough to blow off nearby cars and propel itself up.

After some distance in the air, it looked down on Moose.

Each head channeled a breath. One was ice, the middle charged lightning while the other prepared black flame.

"Time's ticking. What's your answer?" Mist watched the dragon channeling their breaths. It was unknown what's in his head, not that he cared. What Moose does care is that Mist didn't pay any intention to him!

He then focused on burning one wire. If he could, he'd have a chance to escape!

It took some time, but he succeeded. A smile plastered all over his face.

Mist realized something and turned his head. Moose pointed his hand at the wire and shot plasma. It snapped the wire and his other hand was free. Mist sighed.

As if his sigh was a sign, innumerable translucent wires came out of the mist and wanted to tie Moose again.

Prepared, Moose covered his arms with a plasma barrier, causing the wires to dissipate upon contact. Moose smiled and looked at Mist.

The Mist showed no reaction. He uttered calmly, "Puffy."

A phantom in armor ran out of the mist and went in Moose's way at an insane speed. Puffy jumped to the air and falling with his sword raising. Moose's eyes shrink in size. His body became tense. He reacted.

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Sunny's POV

He was about to shoot the wire when Puffy reached him. Moose covered his body with a barrier to minimize the damage.

Puffy slashed him down. The barrier broke, making a sound no different than glasses breaking. Its shard flew everywhere before fading away.

Moose's strong skin, combined with his barrier that absorbs Puffy's onslaught, keeps him partially alive.

Puffy didn't stop. He continued the onslaught. Each impact caused the ground to cave in and cracks to spread.