His water doesn't affect him, your lightning doesn't pierce him...his defenses are immaculate and yet...you know he's still holding back, but you too have yet to show just how far you can go, but why hold back when the threat lies ahead? You question yourself about where this power even came from..the more you think about it, the more you realize that your mission, your job...is coming to an end soon..he..might be IT. You just need a little bit of confirmation..and then...you might be free..free from his grasp..
"OHHHHHH!!!! ZURICH AND ATLAS KNOCKED EACH OTHER OUT!!! THE SPEARS AND THE WIND CLASHED, BUT DIDN'T OVERCOME EACH OTHER!!! WOW!!! WHAT A MATCH!!! WELL THEN FOLKS!!! ONLY THREE MORE CONTESTANTS TO GO!!! ITS TWO AGAINST ONE!!! HOW WILL PLUTO OVERCOME THIS?!?!" -Heracles
Third person POV:
Water vaporizes with every touch of his black flames, lightning disintegrates by grazing it ever so slightly. Something is wrong with those flames and Zephilious can sense that. The three boys standing a few feet away from each other, Bach's breathing becomes slightly faster due to the battle. He thinks to himself, "I actually have to try.." as he spins his trident and stabs it into the ground. Clasping his hands together, he closes his eyes and allows himself to ease up a bit. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, his muscles tense up and he opens his eyes again revealing their blue glow.
His presence sends waves of air throughout the continent, he slowly rises up in the air and opens his arms. He starts to chant the words, "The ocean's waves flow through you, the seas part on your command, the predators that roam below bow before your presence, the earth beneath tears apart from your wrath, and the tides rise and descend from the snap of your fingers...Poseidon...
Lend me your strength."
Blue aura courses through the edges of his body, his left pupil changes and forms into rampant waves of the ocean, his dark brown hair grows reaching his back, water pillars from the ocean rise up in the air and slowly descend upon him, he coats himself in liquid armor made out of the seas, his body grows a few inches taller, and his voice deepens. He stays still in the air in front of the sun, you can't see his face or his body for it is hidden in a shadow. Zephilious looks at Bach with a blank expression on his face almost as if he isn't worried whatsoever. Pluto is worried, he's limited to three abilities out of who knows how many. For a while he's been holding his own against the two previous champions, but this is someone that even he knows is strong enough to actually dent him or worse.
Deep inside of his mind, he watches through his eyes and feels the waves of concerns that course through his thoughts. The unknown figure's scarlet eyes shine slightly brighter, and speak to the boy.
???: I sense your concerns..
Pluto: Yeah? Well I can tell he's stronger than me right now..
???: I'm not surprised in the slightest.
Pluto: Why?
???: That man has Poseidon's powers, and he's using at least slightly above a quarter of it.
Pluto: What about me?
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Woe of the chosen
FantasíaWoe of the chosen is an original story based greek mythology. It follows the journey of a young boy that goes by the name of Pluto whose memories have been scattered as small fragments throughout his mind. Unfortunately for the boy, his fate had alr...
