Mode Four

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Two powerful warriors meet fists in a burning field, the fire in their souls nearly as hot...



This is a prologue/sequel (Prologue but it takes place after) a novel I plan on writing, but I won't spoil anything. I hope you enjoy! :)

Submitted: May 23, 2018

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Broken tree stumps adorn the trail beside me on either side, the sky twisted into an unnatural orange and black mixture. Something akin to a mixing pot filled with swirling liquid. My breaths are shaky and erratic, but strong as adrenaline courses through my veins. Ahead of me, my opponent stands strong. His skills were surprisingly honed, leading to this stalemate we currently entertain. Lightning zigzags throughout the sky before violently colliding with one of the taller broken trees. Its crash causing both of us to charge towards each other once more, closing in the distance of roughly two hundred and forty yards within seconds. Our fists connect upon our bodies, but neither of us flinch as we pummel into each other repeatedly. Blow after blow, all at a speed far beyond what the human eye could possibly see. I slip up, throwing a fist into his midsection, but it harmlessly glances off the side of his stomach. I curse to myself as he counters, landing a hefty hook into my jaw.

I explode violently towards the left, tumbling across the ground as my body rips through the debris from our battle. I plunge my hand into the soft dirt, clawing for traction to slow my wild crash. As I slow to a more reasonable speed, I look towards my enemy and much to my shock, I spot him speeding towards me. Electricity visibly jumping across his body as he closes the distance once more. I grin and chuckle to myself as I quickly formulate a plan. As he reaches striking distance, I flatten to the ground, causing him to overshoot his target and continue onwards over me. I quickly plant a knee into his ribs, causing a deafening crack and shock-wave that ripples the air around us as he screams in pain. His body careens upwards and into the distance as I collect myself.

"A lot more powerful than what I anticipated. Bolt has a lot of explaining to do," I mutter under my breath as I power up again. My feet crush the ground down, leaving visible imprints as a large circle around me does the same. The raw pressure from my immense power and energy making it seem as though the earth cracked beneath my feet. Electricity crackles around my body as I reach the max of my power. I plant my right foot into the ground behind me and flex my muscles as I erupt forward at shattering speeds. A deafening crack surrounds me as I surge in speed, the feeling of drag nearly diminishing as I break the speed of sound. The scenery around me seems to blur as my speed continues to increase. Mere moments later, I spot my foe standing straight, menacingly staring towards me as he awaits my arrival. Seemingly unscathed, apart from some blood dripping from his midsection. It seems as though my knee had torn his flesh.

"Combat Mode!" I begin to yell, my body suddenly coated in a surge of golden and white electricity, "Four!" I finish as my skin is coated with an armor-like second skin, turning from a healthy normal skin tone into a dark and metallic grey. I grow nearly two feet in height and gain close to two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. My hair grows in length and spikes upwards, turning pale white as it did so. My eyes followed suit, turning pure white except for a thin orange rim around the far perimeter.

I plant my feet into the ground as I reach my opponent, my body instantly stopping. A large cloud of dust lurches forward from my impact. The dust gives my opponent a perfect veil of cover, but I stood confidently. Not only from my burst in power but from the occasional flicker of lightning illuminating their silhouette.

"You've transformed," my foe calmly says. Surprisingly full of energy.

"Indeed I have. You should be proud, only a few foes have pushed me to this level before. Like them, you will fall rather easily now," I reply equally calm, though my voice surely hinted to my annoyance.

"We'll see about that, Dreadnought. Either way, this battle was of epic proportions. I thank you for the experience."

"Likewise, Senjo, you're truly a worthy opponent."

 Only perhaps four foes, including Senjo, have pushed me to my fourth form. Anyone powerful enough to do so earns my respect. As they've proved themselves a worthy opponent and earned my respect, they're now entitled to my full and unrestrained power. All my previous foes have fallen with minimal effort once my fourth form was revealed. The Amulet of Sunlight doesn't hurt to have either. As far as improving my physical or intellectual power, it does naught. However, it does grant me complete invulnerability to heat and fire. It also allows me to control fire and use it as a weapon, completely from the power of my mind. On top of that, I can also summon fire to use immediately if none is nearby, but the sun-fire that exits this amulet is highly volatile and often causes collateral damage I would not normally like to invoke.

Senjo suddenly explodes towards me, landing a decent knee into the side of my stomach. His face full of confidence and pride as he awaits my reaction. A second passes by before he realizes his error, and his face changes to match. His smile fades into a scowl and his brow furrows as he stares into my eyes with a steely gaze. He attempts to attack once more, throwing his fist forward towards my head. The hit would've normally connected and most likely would have been a devastating blow, but I effortlessly dodge the attack. Swaying my upper body to the right quickly as his fist harmlessly passes by. He grunts in frustration as he quickly chains into another attack, throwing his right leg up in an attempt to land a kick, but I have other plans. As his leg closes in, I reach out, grabbing his shin in my hand and clenching my grip. The impact lets out a loud crack as Senjo's face contorts with pain. After a moment or two of futile efforts to free himself, I strike forward, planting an uppercut into his midsection as he tenses and coughs with pain. I notice blood splatter onto my body and I curiously look upwards to his face.

Blood drips heavily from his mouth as he looks at me, full of shock and confusion, but deep within his eyes I could still see the fire burning. I drop his leg and plant my foot into his chest, a simple front kick. His body plummets into the distance and slams into the ground heavily, but he's quick to his feet. Much to my surprise, he doesn't foolishly charge in. He calmly stands and observes my actions. Perhaps he knew my track record. I only killed foes that gave me no choice, most others I would simply defeat in combat and leave to their own devices. We'll see which category he chooses soon enough.

"Yield, and I'll show mercy. You're overpowered by at least ten times," I announce loudly, yet calmly as I walk towards him. My feet crunching on the gravel and charred wood. The smell of burning wood was pungent in the air as I looked around our battle zone. At least a city block of this forest was reduced to the likeness of an explosion. I took pride in the abilities and power of both myself and Senjo, but regret and sadness filled me at the sight of what we had caused.

"I can't do that. It would be dishonorable to surrender and acknowledge my weakness," Senjo replies as he crouches down into his fighting stance. His energy begins to grow as I notice heat waves form around him. Soon after, the familiar sound of thunder fills my ears as blue electricity jolts across his body and onto the ground. Charging his energy it would seem.

"There's no dishonor in admitting defeat, Senjo, it simply shows you have the strength and courage to realize you aren't the most powerful. Look at it as an opportunity to hone your skills further and grow in power. I would gladly meet you fist to fist again in the future. As far as your weakness goes, that's false. You would've had this battle had I not transformed into my fourth form."

"Your words do me honor, but I can't surrender and feel whole afterward," Senjo replies, much to my disappointment. "I know I can't defeat you through normal means, but I have one thing left to try. Brace yourself, Dreadnought." Suddenly, his aura of energy spikes, nearly reaching my own as a blast of pressure explodes outwards from him. The heat in the area begins to rise as I notice the sky begin to shimmer and distort. Heatwaves...

"So, you can raise the temperature of an area you reside in?" I ask curiously, knowing full well I was immune to all forms of heat.

"Yes. Soon, the oxygen itself will ignite, resulting in a massive fireball. Unfortunately, I believe a few miles of this forest will be burned beyond what is repairable. This is why I'm known as Senjo. Warpath..." Senjo says, his tone full of excitement. I suppose he expected me to react with fear and despair. Honestly, I expected this from him. Ever since the beginning of our battle, I could sense the heat he produced from combat. Only those with pyrotechnic abilities produced temperatures of equal measure.

"Senjo, this attack of yours won't do anything but waste your energy and needlessly destroy more of an already injured forest," I yell out to him, hoping to make him realize his defeat, but it seems as though he simply ignored me as the energy continues to rise, the temperature quick to follow. "Very well. Indulge this selfish act of yours, but realize your recklessness will have consequences," I threaten, giving him one last chance to stand down before I begin my assault.

The energy radiating from him plateaus for a moment, erratically dancing back and forth before he screams out in frustration and unleashes the brunt of his attack, igniting the air around us into fire. I hold my breath as I'm blinded by the flash of near-white light. The deafening sound of a rampaging fire fills my ears as I charge forwards quickly, hoping to minimize the damage that will be dealt. Knowing Senjo would most likely be exactly where he stood before, due to the heavy pressure he released, I thrust both feet forward. Much to my relief, I feel both of them impact into something solid as the energy begins to wane. My body carries onwards and I thrust my elbow downwards, planting it into what I presume was Senjo's stomach. I hear him cough and sputter, followed by the fire quickly vanishing. I pull myself to my feet and look around the landscape, my throat tightening as I take in the carnage. A once beautiful forest, filled with tall and ancient trees and hundreds upon thousands of living creatures reduced to a flat land of smoldering embers. I feel my jaw clench, my chest tighten, and my brow furrow with anger as my rage goes unchecked. I reach down and grab hold of Senjo's hair, lifting him to his feet as I force him to look at the wasteland he created.

"My rage would have me kill you, here and now. An effortless snap of your neck is all it would take. Luckily for you, my mercy is stronger," I angrily mumble at him as I shove my hand into his back, forcing him forward as he stumbles and falls to his face pathetically. I turn on my heel to take my leave but much to my surprise, a silhouette stands in the distance, atop a large smoldering tree stump. Upon noticing my attention to it, the figure jumps off the stump. Revealing its stature to be roughly of equal size to my own. Long spiky black hair fell below its back, accompanied by a chilling stare that shook even me. Its light blue eyes were beautiful but terrifyingly paranormal.

"You two caused quite a ruckus, didn't you?" It speaks towards me, its voice musical and mischievous. Surprisingly high for someone of their stature. I sharpen my gaze and furrow my brow as I study their body language, but they remain completely still. Not even the warm breeze blowing in from the west disturbed their apparel or their long hair.

"You are?" I question harshly, my mood not anywhere near where it should be to deal with intruders of a battle zone.

  "If only it were so easy, Rikimaru Katsunosuki..."

 

 

 

 

 

 


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