Capítulo 33: Chapter 32
Author's Note:
Hello Author-san here, I'm guessing you're wandering on the reactions of everyone to what Reggie did. Well I hope you enjoy it.
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**Chapter: Witnesses of a Storm**
Butcher, MM, Frenchie, Kimiko, Grace, Charlotte, and Tyrone were all gathered in the dimly lit room of the base, watching the screen intently. The atmosphere was thick with tension, each of them glued to the live feed as they would experience everything through Reggie's eyes—the perspective of Voidreaver.
They had been there when Reggie left, witnessing his silent determination as he sped off to save the plane. But none of them had anticipated just how fast he could move. The world blurred around him as he improvised a method of flight, Voidreaver generated his lightning on both of his hands, and started to toss one a bit higher than his height before stepping on it before repeating his actions.
Toss after toss raised him higher than before as he could possibly say he's riding the lightning, seeing the plane looming ahead, Voidreaver increased his speed, the world blurring around him even more. Tyrone's eyes widened in awe, a low whistle escaping his lips.
"Bloody hell, look at him go," Butcher muttered, leaning forward. He couldn't help but admire the sheer velocity, even as his jaw clenched at the thought of what Reggie was heading into.
As Voidreaver approached the plane, the group held their breath, watching as he deftly maneuvered to enter the aircraft. The tension in the room mounted as Reggie's vision adjusted to the chaos inside—a scene of pure terror, with passengers crying and terrorists wielding their weapons. Charlotte's hand went to her mouth, her fingers trembling as she took in the scene through Reggie's eyes. The fear seen on the children face was palpable, even through a screen.
"Look at how calm he is," MM said, his voice low and filled with respect. "He's got this."
They saw Voidreaver move through the plane like a specter, dispatching the terrorists with surgical precision. Every motion was smooth, calculated, and terrifyingly efficient. Kimiko's eyes narrowed, her respect for Reggie growing as she saw him take out each threat with a cold, unyielding efficiency that rivaled even her own skills.
"Mon dieu," Frenchie whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "He's not just powerful… he's… methodical."
The group was silent as Reggie's attention shifted to the sudden presence of Homelander. The moment Homelander appeared on screen, the atmosphere in the room changed—growing heavy with a shared sense of dread. They knew what Homelander was capable of, and seeing him face off with Voidreaver sent a chill down their spines.
The words exchanged between the two titans echoed through the base, each one laced with underlying tension.
"No, I'm something you can never be. No matter how many people you trick into thinking you're a hero, you're nothing more than a disappointing actor," Voidreaver's voice rang out, cold and unwavering.
Butcher smirked, but his eyes held a hint of worry. "He's pokin' the bear, all right. Smart move?"
Tyrone shifted uncomfortably looking at Butcher. "He knows what he's doing… I think."
When Homelander unleashed his heat vision, the group flinched instinctively, but Voidreaver's swift dodge and counter left them all stunned. Reggie's hand, now Voidreaver's, clamped down on Homelander's face with crushing force, dragging him out of the plane. They heard the rush of wind, the blur of movement as With a powerful toss, he sent Homelander flying ahead of him. The supe tried to regain control, only to be interrupted by a sucker punch that sent him even farther, disoriented.
Catching Homelander by his cape, Voidreaver dragged him across the ground at insane speed, a velocity that would have turned anyone else into a bloody smear. He hurled Homelander again, sending him crashing into a mountain far ahead. The impact was explosive, a massive eruption of stone and earth cascading over the groaning Homelander, burying him in a rocky heap.
Voidreaver stood by the crash site on a thankfully uninhibited island, his eyes narrowing as he called out, knowing full well that Homelander could hear him. "Is that the best you can do?! World's strongest man alive, my ass. You're just a weakling, a disappointment preening like a proud peacock until someone comes along spanking your ass. Show me your so-called strength, you fucking wretch!"
"Hahahaha, yes. Give it to that cunt, Reggie m'boy!!" Butcher cheered laughing, the group gave him a weird stare.
The rocks rumbled as twin lasers blasted out, followed by Homelander's scream of unadulterated fury. 'That's it, keep getting angry,' Voidreaver thought, his muscles coiled in readiness.
"Okay now he's pissed, hope he can keep up." Said M.M, "From the moment he saved the plane, he was in control. He knows what he's doing." Said Grace breaking her silence for the first time.
Homelander, now free of the debris, floated for a moment, his chest heaving with rage. His eyes locked onto Voidreaver's, and with another scream, he blitzed toward the still-unimpressed figure. The air around them crackled with the raw power of Homelander's speeding approach.
"Putain de merde!!" Flinching from the sudden speed of Homelander's enraged visage.
{Battle Mode Engaged} Voidreaver's suit shifted into a new form, inspired by Savitar and Iron Man. The armor, a sleek fusion of speed and technology with his own twist, responded to his thoughts. Dodging Homelander's erratic heavy blows, Voidreaver countered with precise, fluid movements. Left hook dodged, he responded with a gut punch; a right kick was deflected before smashing Homelander in his solar plexus, leaving him heaving. Pressing his advantage, Voidreaver swept Homelander off his feet with a sweeping leg before catching the airborne supe by his foot and slamming him down.
Kimiko 's eyes followed everything, every blow, every dodge, counterattack. With each success she felt her respect for him grow. Bringing popcorn out of nowhere, Frenchy was already chewing some before he offered her some which she took without looking. "This is some epic shit eh?!" Barely getting his word out with his mouth filled with popcorns.
Blasting Voidreaver off with a burst of heat vision allowed Homelander a moment of reprieve. He saw Voidreaver at a distance, casually dusting himself off.
"You know," Voidreaver began, "I could do this all day. A drunkard can put up a better fight than you, a fucking waste of a supe."
"Ooooooffff" was the guys collective sound at Reggie's barb.
Homelander's eyes narrowed dangerously, his composure slipping. "Enough games. I'm done with your little shit show, I'm going to kill you!! I'm the motherfucking Homelander and I can do whatever the fuck I want!!" Voidreaver only responded with a chuckle "Show me."
Homelander surged forward, faster than ever before, his heat vision blazing uncontrollably. Voidreaver intercepted him mid-flight, their clash creating shockwaves that reverberated across the sky.
Sending punch after punch towards him, with Voidreaver effortlessly weaving and dodging the blows. "Stop trying to hit me and hit me already!!" Voidreaver mocked further making Homelander to lose control.
"Hahahahah YES!!! SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS HAHAHAHAHA." Laughing hysterically at Homelander's fumbling and the blows he received caused him to laugh.
Before Voidreaver caught both of his fists and gave him a headbutt disorienting him, and sent him flying with a very painful uppercut that made Homelander for the first time in his life feel pain.
"Ooooooffff" was the whole groups reactions.
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Letting go of any semblance of control, Homelander flies down towards Voidreaver with everything he has. After receiving the uppercut, he tries to use his sonic scream, but Voidreaver phases through it, countering with an elbow strike. The impact creates a crater on the ground where Homelander crashes, leaving him dazed.
"Shit," MM breathed, the raw power on display leaving him at a loss for words.
The brutal combat that followed was a dance of destruction. Every blow, every dodge, every counterattack was seen and felt by the group as if they were there on the battlefield with Reggie. Frenchie winced at each impact, his fingers digging into his arms as he watched the fight unfold. Kimiko's eyes tracked every movement, admiration gleaming in her usually stoic gaze.
"He's giving that bastard a taste of his own medicine," Butcher muttered, though there was a tightness in his voice, an edge of concern that hadn't been there before.
Homelander's desperation grew, and the group could see the cracks in his invincible facade. Grace's grip on the edge of the table tightened as she watched Voidreaver grab Homelander by the throat, lifting him into the air. Homelander's gasps for breath, the way his vision blurred—it was all too real, too satisfying, and too terrifying.
"See?" Voidreaver's voice was as cold as the void itself. "You're nothing but a fraud. Be honest with yourself, you always seek approval of those you consider lesser, only to do so to fill that bottomless pit you call a soul. So what if you overthrow all the ruling power and you become a dictator? At the end, nothing will ever clog that pit. Do you know why? Because at the end of the day, you are the same as the rest of us. Whether you like to admit it or not, you're no hero, no savior, just a depraved raving dog that needs to be put down. But I won't grant you that gift of death, that honor lies on someone else."
The finality of Voidreaver's words sent a shiver down everyone's spine. Tyrone's mouth was slightly open, his face a mixture of shock and awe. Grace's eyes glistened, a mixture of relief and unease washing over her as she realized just how powerful Reggie had become—and how merciless. 'Honor eh? Much appreciated Reggie.' was Butcher's thoughts.
When Voidreaver finally released Homelander, the group watched in silence as he fell, broken and defeated. They could see the tears, the raw emotion on Homelander's face—a side of him no one had ever seen before. The mighty Homelander, reduced to a sobbing, trembling wreck.
"He's… He's destroyed him," Charlotte whispered, her voice barely audible. There was no satisfaction in her words, just a hollow realization of what they had just witnessed.
As Voidreaver's presence faded from Homelander's perspective, the room remained silent. The screen went dark, but the weight of what they had seen lingered heavily in the air. Each of them was lost in their thoughts, grappling with the reality of Reggie's power, his methods, and what it all meant for their fight against Vought.
Butcher was the first to break the silence, his voice rough. "Well, fuck me sideways… He actually did it."
No one responded. There was nothing to say. They had seen a god brought to his knees, and it had been Reggie—Voidreaver—who had done it. The implications of this moment would ripple through all their lives, and they all knew it.
As they finally dispersed, each of them carried the weight of what they had witnessed—a storm that had swept through their world, leaving them with a new understanding of the man they had thought they knew.
Voidreaver wasn't just powerful—he was a force of nature, one that none of them could fully comprehend. And as they left the room, the echoes of his words lingered in their minds, a reminder of the storm that was yet to come.
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