"I'm a Healer, but..." [Arknights x Male Reader Insert]

Episode 10-1: Return of the King

Running down the top of a train with three black ice swords around him, Angel glared forward as Tempest landed with a gale of wind around him.

The stoic stare of his newest rival pissed him off to a familiar degree.

"I've really had enough of you fuckers messing up my dailies..." Angel scoffed, but soon began to smirk. "And I've had more than enough of some discount copy of me."

"I'm the copy? Your power is artificial. My authenticity is levels above your barbaric skills." Tempest shot back with an irritated glance, before turning his gaze to the direction the train was headed.

The two were on a newly installed Lungmen cargo train that was used for sending trade materials to other countries.

In the past few months, with proper persuasion from Rhodes Island, Wei Yenwu hesitantly began to increase trade with other countries to build up trust. However he traded only with those who could afford it, so only three other prominent countries had entered the trade circle.

Rhodes Island supported this by being the safety measures of terrorist attacks for the first few months of transport.

However, Kal'tsit used this as bait to flush out Reunion to what they believed to be the spoils.

However, the Doctor was waiting for them.

With another team waiting in Kjerag, all Angel had to do was keep them pinched in. He couldn't let them escape until the train made it to Kjerag, or he chased them off himself.

"Artificial? Nah, I just took matters into my own hands apparently. This world didn't have a god til I woke up." Angel grinned manically, making Tempest grit his teeth.

"They were right about your arrogance. Let's just get this over with." Tempest sighed.

Angel flicked his hand out, sending the ice swords flying towards him.

Tempest swiped his hand out, a small burst of fire scorching the blades to vapor before the fire dissipated.

Angel's psychotic glare as he lunged at Tempest irked him. With a roundhouse kick, Angel slammed his foot across Tempest chin, but a lash of scorching hot sand sent him flying back.

Angel shouted and sent a shockwave of plasma that turned the sand to glass and flying into shards.

Sliding back with a laugh, Angel lunged forward as blue fire leaked out of his mouth.

Tempest twirled a cloud around his waist before crackles of lightning formed in his smoky palms.

A stream of fire and beam of lightning clashed, nearly melting away the five cargo cars between them.

Before it could, Angel clapped his hands as he continued to spit fire, before thrusting his hands forward and adding ice to the mix.

The drastic difference in temperatures caused the beam to explode, sending Tempest skidding back on his toes, before leaping back several cargo crates.

As the smoke flew past the crates, Tempest saw the crates were unscathed because Angel's black ice actually covered them while additionally adding to the power of his blast.

"That all, faker?" Angel asked, grinning widely.

"Why can't Nine speed up this charade..." Tempest squinted at Angel before the two lunged at each other.

Clashing swords of glass and ice, the two circled around the narrow train car with swift footwork. The two parried slashes and slices, before disarming one another with a clash that broke their weapons.