The Strongest Male

Chaos in The Storm

[ Play: One Punch Man OST - Spaceship ]

(Hey hey! Sorry bout the wait, I got some writer block so I was a bit stuck with this chapter but I got it. This one will be a pretty long one since its bordering the finale of Season One, just bare with me and my crappy story right here. Also probably should keep this as a reminder, but do turn on the music if you want, if not then its fine, its kinda optional for all chapters)

At the ruined landscape of City A, a large figure is seen fighting a smaller one. The large one seems to have five separate heads that adorned blood red eyes that have different personalities, however they act as one. On top of that, this large figure has the traits of a shape shifter, able to mold its own mud like body to extend its limbs or even regrow it, allowing it to have somewhat of an invulnerability to any attack as it can just regenerate them back (Seriously these rhymes are not intentional).

Enter Melzargard, one of the invaders who have just devastated the City to ruins.

"No one should be alive." "No one should have survived." "But this one is." "And she is persistent." "That is annoying." Each of her heads seemingly said individually as she formed a hand axe and proceeded to attempt at cleaving the smaller figure's body. Said smaller figure is the disciple of Atomic Samurai, Rank 1 Class A Heroine, Iairon. And she is having trouble right now.

'Curses! She just grows back and regenerates any form of damage I deal to her! At times like these I wish Master Atomic or perhaps Saitama could assist me right now...' She thought as she dodged another cleaving strike, though she lost her balance on a sidewalk and fell on her rear all while clutching her arm.

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A few minutes earlier

Sounds of a child crying could be heard ringing out from rubble after the attack. Calling for help, a hand reaches out after moving the debris away from him and a man who appeared to be the boy's father beckoned him to hurry.

"*cough* *cough* Son! Come on! *cough* Grab my hand now!" The father said.

"P-Papa!" The boy then grabbed his hand and was pulled out before anything bad could happen to him. Soon after getting pulled out, he wailed and sobbed into his father's shoulder before freezing up as he looked up the sky to see it covered by a large aircraft.

Looking in horror, he tries to find the correct words to cry out as his father notices his behavior and looks at the direction, stunning himself in horror as well. Especially when he saw a creature with five heads descending on them, devilish looking wings adorned on its back as if it was an abomination of the devil himself.

"A Survivor?" "The ship did not kill them?" "Unacceptable." "They must die." "That is good."  Each head said as its hand formed spikes that elongated towards them in an attempt to pierce their bodies when all of a sudden, it was cut off cleanly along with its body.

"What?" A head said as they turned to a warrior clad in armor.

"Get out of here now!" She said as the father picked up his son and nodded at her in gratitude before running away as fast as he can. She smiled but suddenly felt a presence behind her as the creature towered over her and attempted to squash her head like a mosquito, but failed as she dodged out of the way.