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CHAPTER START---
SHAMBLES!
Horizon swaps places with President Skyline, surprising Sentinel and Mind Hacker.
The man immediately notices Horizon's gloves showing slightly larger grooves between the armor plating than at the UA Sports Festival, now the grooves were rivers of softly glowing blue energy.
Sentinel takes a careful step back, glancing at the new blade behind Horizon, an Odachi that matches Horizon's height of 194cm -6ft4-. But he sets aside the troubling thought of the sheathed weapon hovering just behind Horizon.
"You aren't allowed to be here, at least not here and using your Quirk," Sentinel says. "You've broken countless crimes by simply warping, much less into the Whitehouse, getting involved any further could cause Japan to look bad..."
Horizon raises a hand and opens it, then Sentinel has to fight his instinct to flinch as a small card is warped above his palm, hovering in place. With his enhanced vision he easily scans it, and the sweat on his forehead worsens.
With the existence of a simple metal card, his entire dream fell apart.
"Why did they give you a 50 State License?" Sentinel swallows nervously.
Behind him, Mind Hacker is already leaning against the far wall, rigid with fear as he hyperventilates.
To the surprise of no one, Horizon speaks in perfect English.
"Well, I had nothing to do in Japan, so why not?" Horizon warps the card back into his wallet. "Besides, Chris' told me you were planning something but all your plans for getting Star and Stripe out of the way failed, so he figured he'd remove her for you."
Sentinel glares at Horizon, "he knew about our plan, and created an opening by sending her out of the country for the first time ever, after you'd already agreed to help out."
"Personally, I think you should have attacked when she was here," Horizon admits. "This is effective one big hostage situation, which is much more my style."
"Would it have mattered?" Sentinel asks bitterly.
"No, but honestly, I figured you'd be happy about this," Horizon says.
"Happy, about what?"
"Well, this is what you wanted, right? A world where the powerful rule, where the weak don't get to decide their fate," Horizon leans forward slightly, looking into Sentinel's confused eyes. "You just didn't count on ever being the 'weak', right?"
Sentinel's eyes glow brighter and brighter as his rage builds, a sight that would make most people cower in fear.
But Horizon simply hums curiously, looking directly into the glowing laser canons.
"I've always been so fascinated by those, eye beams, they always look cool," Horizon says before he leans to the side slightly, looking past Sentinel, looking at Mind Hacker. "So you're the telepath, and that's the device, right?"
Mind Hacker just silently cries, not feeling the tears flowing down his face as his vision blurs in and out, so overwhelmed by the situation.
Horizon steps to the side, leaving his sword floating in place as he walks around Sentinel.
"Sorry but I'll need to cut this short," Horizon says as he walks toward the telepath, ready to prepare him for an interrogation later.
After all, Sentinel would never tell them anything, but this terrified person certainly would. And considering how integral he was to their plan, the chances were high that he knew important information.
Sentinel also came to this conclusion, and turned around so fast that a gust of wind ripped through the office.
His eyes locked onto the back of Horizon's head as he swung with a right hook, aiming at the back of his Visor.
His fist shattered the air as he pushed himself to his limits, and with his enhanced vision he could see it.
Horizon was frozen in place compared to Sentinel's speed, yet, when the fist was less than an inch away from contact.
SHAMBLES: Flicker!
Horizon's form flickered for barely a moment, and while his body couldn't move to match the speed of that attack, to Sentinel's eyes his entire being flickered in place once, as if he glitched in real life.
Then when he reappeared, his new blade was drawn and blocked the fist with its flat.
The hilt and grip were the exact same as his previous, smaller swords.
But where Scalpel had a standard blade with only the edge being blue, Sunder had an entirely blue blade with a white edge, an unintentional side effect of the alloy mixing with Horizon's DNA.
Yet Sentinel saw the moment before his fist connected, the entire blade began glowing a matte blue, as if it drank Horizon's energy.
The entire Whitehouse shook as the collision occurred, yet neither gave an inch.
Sentinel kept adding more and more strength to his effort, yet even as he began to struggle Horizon didn't tremble in the slightest.
'This isn't just his physical strength, his body isn't feeling the recoil,' Sentinel noticed. 'Must be using telekinesis on the blade.'
Realizing this Sentinel withdrew to the air, hovering above the floor as he moved backward.
He immediately locked his eyes on Horizon, intending to blast the man with his eye beams.
But before the beams could form he realized the error in his plan.
'If this comes down to a battle of attrition, my beams against his energy, no way do I ever come close to winning that. I should keep feeling him out until I find the flaw I need...'
With his mind made up Sentinel rushed toward Horizon with another powerful punch, however, this time Horizon had enough time to swing his blade in response.
The glowing blue blade collided with the fist in the exact same way, and a loud crack echoed through the room as Sentinel was knocked back to where the desk was.
The pain wracks his right arm for just a moment before it disappears completely.
He opens his eyes in a panic, looking down at his arm, surprised to see that it was still there, then taking a second to realize what just happened.
He sees some of the fingers on his right hand completely shattered in multiple places, he doesn't feel anything from the entire arm, yet he finds no blood there.
'He didn't cut my arm off, he used the flat of the blade again, he's playing nice for the cameras outside,' Sentinel realizes. 'Heh, to think he's such a softi---'
Sentinel's thoughts are cut off when he looks up to see Horizon standing there looking at him, sword in hand.
And behind Horizon is Mind Hacker, cut into dozens of little pieces, perfectly alive and well, but scattered across the floor.
"What the hell is under that mask, you can't be human, right?" Sentinel asks.
"Well, you could, and should, surrender," Horizon says. "Or you could come try to take it off..."
"You ruined everything!" Sentinel rushes forward and swings wildly, but Horizon simply warps a few feet away to avoid it.
"You shouldn't be here!" Horizon uses his blade to parry the attack.
"You shouldn't exist!" Sentinel fires his eye beams, and the flash of light blinds him for just a moment.
He suddenly feels the cold and wet sensation of water on his body, flowing into his nose and mouth.
He instantly stops his attack, then exhales and holds his breath before looking around.
He couldn't see anything, it was all absolute darkness.
'This taste, fresh water, he warped me into the river maybe,' Sentinel thinks as he flies directly upward.
"Gah!" he takes a deep breath as he rockets out of the river, "I was right, good, I'm still close by," he sees the Whitehouse in the distance.
He flies right back to the Oval Office while raising a finger to his ear, "Horizon is in the Whitehouse, I need backup!"
As he finishes giving the command he's only a few kilometers away, close enough to see Horizon through the windows.
To see him inspecting this Faux Nuclear Football device.
The briefcase-like device was floating off the flood for Horizon to inspect, then Sentinel saw him warp the sword into his hand, and without looking away from the device he raised the blade.
He aimed it through the window, directly at Sentinel.
'A ranged attack, I just need to---'
Sentinel sees the glass between them suddenly break, a perfect hole with the thickness of a finger was punched through it, and before he could react, faster than any projectile could move.
There was an immense pain in his collar bone on his right side, as if a piece of it had just been ground into dust while still inside his body, without breaking the skin.
"ARGH!" Sentinel loses concentration for just a moment and stops in the air, looking at his collar in shock. "So it really isn't just a fancy invisible air bullet, the air didn't even distort between the blade and me, he just makes holes appear in things."
He thinks about it for a few more seconds, "No, that would mean...no," he tenses, then takes a deep breath.
Sentinel looks at all his true believers around Washington DC's Mall, then resigns himself to what he's about to do, even as he sees them disappear one after another.
"All fliers, look up, and come to me," he commands through his earpiece, before turning around.
He sees Horizon there, standing in the air just a few hundred meters above the ground, above the Whitehouse lawn, sword in hand.
"I'm surprised you let me give that order," Sentinel says as he gets ready for the real fight.
"Call all the Pro Heroes you want, unless she is with them, it won't matter," Horizon raises his sword to Sentinel. "Because, I am here..."
END CHAPTER---
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"Will you be alright fighting up here with those who can fly?" Sentinel asks, looking at Horizon. "We aren't some weak and inexperienced villains that you're used to, that little trick won't make me believe you can fly like us."
Horizon is still standing in the air across from Sentinel and aiming Sunder -his new sword-, at the man.
But he relaxes and lowers his blade to the side.
"As expected from a fossil like you," Horizon says. "But I never claimed I could fly, social media just assumed that. All this is, is standing in the air."
"It's an advanced form of skimming, right?" Sentinel asks, trying to buy time. "Instead of controlling an object or device like a hoverboard you once used, your new suit probably has some more dense plating for you to control, moving yourself like a puppet on strings, right?"
"Tch, those eyes of yours are kind of annoying, don't you know it's a bit rude to reveal things like that?"
"I like to learn things about the people I face, never expected to lock horns with you, so I'm learning as we go," Sentinel shrugs, but halfway through the motion he winces in pain as the hole in his collarbone crashes through him, but he quickly sets it aside.
"Likewise, but most people are so...boring," Horizon says. "Tell me, what else have you learned about me?"
"More than enough," Sentinel asks. "You're just like her, but also completely different. She's analytical too, but hides it behind that annoying smile, and her range is much more limited than yours, but her Mystery Class Quirk is much more adaptable than yours, right?"
"Hmm, so even the Overall #1 Pro Hero from her own country didn't know of her Quirk, your government keeps it that well hidden."
"Well considering today's events, I wouldn't say they were wrong for keeping it a secret."
"True, you did turn out to be a traitor---"
"---Revolutionary," Sentinel interrupts him. "And what about your Hand Of God?"
"What about it?"
"Warping, Healing, Perfect spatial awareness, damn near omnipresence within what, 50km?" Sentinel asks.
"That's the basic stuff yeah, pretty scary huh," Horizon chuckles.
"Scary and full of lies," Sentinel says.
"Yeah, you're definitely smarter than most about this kind of stuff, but only a Mystery Class Quirk user can understand how the Mystery Class Quirk can work."
Sentinel raises a brow at that, 'what an odd way of phrasing it, he must have said that on purpose...'
Horizon turns to the side slightly and touches the side of his visor, and although the conversation occurs within the soundproof visor, Sentinel can hear it clearly.
"Yes Mr. President, I've already warped the others into the assigned cells, some are trying to get away but I'll deal with them in a minute when I'm done with Sentinel."
As Horizon continues speaking Sentinel looks down, looks around the Washington Mall, and sees that most of the forces following him have disappeared.
"Fliers, where are you?" Sentinel asks, only to get no response. "Damn it, you were stalling too," he glares at Horizon who was still casually talking to the president.
Sentinel glares at Horizon's back as the man turns away, aiming his blade at the combatants below and picking them off one at a time.
'The perfect technique for sniping and assassination, Injection Shot leaves no trace and hits instantly,' Sentinel thinks. 'It acts under the same principles as a bullet, but there isn't a projectile, everything between the blade and whatever range he decides is simply obliterated.
Then there is his Warping, also seemingly perfected. Yet when he's unfamiliar with a place, like a few months ago during the Gigantomachy, he was forced to swap with things constantly, but in Tokyo where he's always stationed he can move about freely.
Divide is also a monstrous ability, from what we see in his last battle, I don't doubt its destructive capabilities can almost match Endeavor, almost, but that was months ago. And I'm facing an entirely different Horizon now.
And then there's Tact, his 'telekinesis' that only works on non-sentient things. No, that's not correct, from what I understand anything with a will of its own cannot be controlled by it.'
All of Sentinel's intel on Horizon collides within his mind in barely 0.1 seconds. The man who assembled multiple 'perfect' Pro Hero teams for the government across his career is nearly peerless in terms of Pro Hero combat strategy.
He has vastly more experience than All Might, and has always scoured all information sources to collect a database of Quirk Data that surpasses most Pro Hero Agencies combined.
This is why thus far, only he could come to the true conclusion of Hand Of God.
The realization almost broke the man, his shoulders slumped as every thought process came to the same result.
'Hand Of God, is that much stronger than New Order,' sweat ran down Sentinel's forehead. 'He enacts change on the world, just like her, but unlike her, he has a route to true permanence...'
"Hey," Horizon snaps Sentinel out of his daze. "I finished with all the losers you gathered, time for you to surrender."
Sentinel's only response to that, was to blast two powerful laser beams from his eyes directly at Horizon.
SHAMBLES!
Horizon appears behind him and easily pierces his highly durable body with Sunder.
"Ach!"
"Counter Shock..."
Bright sparks stand out under the blue sky as cameras and news crews all across the Washington Mall record the short-lived struggle.
With the sparks stopped, they see Sentinel with burns all over his body, exhaling black smoke as he plummets to the grassy lawn below.
He collides with the earth, knocking up a dust cloud as police officers move forward to arrest him.
But by the time they arrive, he's already back on his feet, fully awake.
He sees them aiming at him with the futile guns, and in a fit of rage, he lashes out, firing another eye beam at them.
SHAMBLES!
Horizon appears in front of the men with a hand raised, palm facing Sentinel.
ANTIBACTERIAL CURTAIN!
The eye beam harmlessly collides with the blue shield before sputtering out, showing a small stream of blood flowing from the man's eyes.
"Horizon, what are you doing here?" One of the officers asks as Horizon drops the shield, seeing Sentinel down on one knee.
"You may not believe this, but I'm actually on a little vacation," Horizon says before walking over to Sentinel.
"So, do you like it, the world you wanted?" Horizon asks, looking down at the man as he reaches out to touch his forehead with one finger.
"I believe in the natural order of things," Sentinel says. "You, are not part of that order, you shouldn't exist."
Horizon chuckles as he gently touches the man's forehead, "You wouldn't believe how many times I've heard that, but no matter what, you villains prefer to learn the hard way."
"I'm a Hero, the real Hero here," Sentinel says.
"And now you're just annoying," Horizon says. "Mes: Breakdown..."
Sentinel shatters into hundreds of pieces, each perfectly alive and well but broken like a jigsaw puzzle.
One of the officers immediately throws up as the former Pro Hero is scattered across the floor as individual body parts.
"I'm done here Mr. President, did you get all the data you needed?" Horizon asks as he reaches into the pile of parts.
"The operation was a complete success, but I'll have to send France a small apology. Sentinel went a bit overboard with his distraction in Paris, but Star' is almost done there."
"Well I'm sure you can handle it," Horizon picks up Sentinel's eyeballs from the pile. "I'll drop Sentinel off in his cell, minus his eyes, I'd like to research them."
"That's...fine, just be sure to return them soon, I'd rather not have the public think we torture criminals."
"Right...I'm sure they don't think that already," Horizon's words were dripping in sarcasm. "I'll show up at the press conference, but until then, I've got research to do."
Horizon looks at the eyeballs in his hands, which glow a dull green even now, and smiles.
Beneath his visor for the first time in months, there was excitement in his eyes.
'The most powerful Optical Blasts of any Pro Hero, what a perfect test subject for me. This was enough to get you into the top 200 in America, and that was when you were Optics, before you discovered that you could fly. Now I'll see exactly how efficient these are.'
"Horizon!" a swarm of reporters rush over to him as he's still observing the eyes, which he quickly pockets when he sees them.
He turns to them and sheathes his new sword, "sorry but I can't answer any questions right now, official statements will be released soon enough!" he says with a casual wave.
SHAMBLES!
Both he and Sentinel disappear.
END CHAPTER---
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