Capítulo 84: Sentinels Vs Stars
Rorak & Hungriv
Rorak flew ahead, his massive frame cutting through the vast expanse of space, with Hungriv close behind. The two of them were silent for a few moments, save for the insults coming from Hungriv, who couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut.
"You know," Hungriv sneered, "I just realized you're the same race as that worthless experiment, Fury. Must be the same kind of dimwitted musclehead, right? If I'd known, I'd have just chosen that cute fish girl instead, or maybe that bunny. Hmm, yes, I've always had a thing for Rapvik flesh." His face twisted into a sickly, perverted grin.
Rorak didn't respond. He didn't need to. He just kept flying forward, the cold solar winds of space blasting past him.
"Such a shame, really. You're nothing but a cheap knockoff. Weak. Pathetic. Just a brawn-heavy idiotic version..."
Rorak came to an abrupt stop, his body halting mid-air. Hungriv didn't notice in time and flew right into his back, slamming to a stop he quickly flew back creating a gap. He grinned, an ugly smirk spreading across his face.
"Did I hit a nerve? Who knew you were such a—"
BAM!
Without warning, Rorak whipped around with blinding speed, his fist smashing into Hungriv's face. The impact was so violent that Hungriv's face literally wrapped around Rorak's fist, sending him flying backward, crashing through space with a trail of energy in his wake.
"I don't know about you, but I didn't come here to talk. We've done enough of that already, and this seems like a good place to beat the shit outta you." Rorak said, his voice cold.
Hungriv slowly flew back, his face misshapen from the blow. He shook his head violently, as though trying to shake off the pain, and when he stopped, his features returned to normal. His eyes were filled with fury.
"Cheap shot, you filthy bastard." His voice growled with rage.
BOOM!
With a roar, Hungriv shot toward Rorak, his fist wrapped with the frigid winds of space. The vacuum around him seemed to crackle with intensity. Rorak grinned, standing his ground, his posture loose and confident.
Rorak pulled back one of his fists, then swung forward with deadly might.
BAM!
The two fists collided with a deafening bang, sending shockwaves through the cosmos. The icy winds of space swirled around them as the force of the blow spread outward, distorting space itself. Neither warrior gave an inch, their fists locked in a deadly tug-of-war. Rorak wore a deadly grin, while Hungriv's face contorted with frustration.
"WHY YOU—!"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The fight exploded into a blur of rapid punches, each blow causing rifts in space, stars flickering in and out of existence with the force of their strikes blocking them. Rorak and Hungriv's faces were locked in determined scowls as they pummeled each other relentlessly. It was a brutal exchange—savagely fast, with fists that could shatter planets.
Despite the fury of their battle, and they bothe seemed evenly matched, Rorak had an edge. He only used two of his hands—his other two were still held behind his back.
Rorak grinned even wider, his voice booming over the clashing of fists. "HEY, WANNA SEE SOMETHING COOL?!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DIE!" Hungriv yelled, his voice strained as he struggled against Rorak's overwhelming strength.
Rorak smirked. "FINE, DON'T WANNA ANSWER? I'LL TELL YOU—WHAT'S TWO PLUS TWO?"
Before Hungriv could react, Rorak released his other two hands. The sudden force and speed caught Hungriv off guard, and he was quickly overwhelmed.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Rorak's fists hammered into Hungriv's body with relentless fury. Each strike sent shockwaves through the void, his fists a blur of motion as they turned Hungriv into a bloodied pulp. Rorak grinned, his expression dark with satisfaction.
Then, with a heavy buildup of power, Rorak pulled both of his right fists together.
MUSCLE MANIPULATION!—
Rorak's hands expanded, growing to twice their size, veins bulging grotesquely beneath his skin. His smile widened, wicked and dangerous. Hungriv, with one good eye barely open, could only look on in horror as the crushing power gathered.
With a single swing, Rorak's fist slammed into Hungriv.
BOOM!
The impact sent Hungriv's body spiraling into space, his form wrapped around Rorak's fist before being blasted off into the dark void. A trail of blood followed in his wake, leaving a grotesque ribbon behind.
Rorak pulled back and shrank his fist, wiping away some of the blood that clung to his hand, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Using raw strength is just my style, you know. To be honest, I never really got the hang of using a spear. That's why I didn't argue when that dry-skinned bastard took mine." Rorak spoke casually, as if talking to himself, his words carrying an unsettling ease in the void of space.
But something felt… off.
That punch felt weird. Rorak thought, brow furrowing slightly. It wasn't like when we were fighting just now. It felt… like I was hitting something extremely soft.
Suddenly, a flat purple disk began to float up from where Rorak had struck Hungriv. Rorak's instincts kicked in, and he readied himself for whatever was coming next.
With a POP, Hungriv's body expanded like an over-inflated balloon, his beaten form popping out of the disk. His body was still bruised, but hardly as badly with only a few cuts and bruises. His blood dripping from the various cuts, but his glare was full of malice and burning rage.
"You just don't know when to die, do you?" Rorak chuckled darkly, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Alright, I'm ready for round two."
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