A new competitor appears in the Desire Grand Prix! Who is he? What is his objectives?
Ah, who am I kidding, he's probably going to be roublesome, isn't he?
A/N none of the character belong to me, the only character I own are the OCS, this is just a...
The air crackled with tension, not just from the impending battle, but from the blatant mockery in Aaron's words. He strolled to a nearby chair, throwing himself down with a theatrical sigh, his eyes fixed on Ace. "Go fight for your mommy's honor, mama boy," he drawled, the grin on his face a twisted caricature of amusement.
Ace, normally quick with retorts, met Aaron's gaze with a narrowed stare. It seemed the taunt had struck a nerve, or perhaps it was something deeper brewing just beneath the surface. But there was no time for introspection. With a deep breath, he activated his transformation sequence.
"Dynamite Boost! Geats IX. Ready, fight!"
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As the armor materialized around him, an intense light filled the room. Even Aaron couldn't deny the surge of excitement that bubbled within him. The raw power emanating from Ace, the creative potential simmering beneath the surface – it was intoxicating.
"Rui, bring me my popcorn," Aaron muttered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. As if conjured by magic, a steaming bag materialized in his hand. Leaning back, he settled in for a show, the impending clash between Ace and Suel unfolding before him like a live-action spectacle.
The room around them warped and twisted as their attacks collided. Suel, fueled by desperation and stolen power, unleashed brutal blows, while Ace countered with his incredible creation abilities, rebuilding the environment as it was destroyed.
The audience, initially focused on the Anomaly, now realized the true danger. Ace, transformed and wielding the power of creation, was a force to be reckoned with. They scrambled to activate their defenses, panic setting in.
Aaron, however, remained unfazed. He munched on his popcorn, savoring the chaos, every explosion and clash further fueling his anticipation. Suddenly, a thought struck him.
"Rui," he said between bites, "disable their exit teleportation portal."
A faint hum from his hidden speaker confirmed his command. Now, the fight wasn't just about entertainment; it was about control.
With the escape route sealed, the battle raged on, becoming a desperate dance of power and creation. Ace, sensing the trap, fought with even greater ferocity, while Suel, burdened by his stolen power, grew steadily weaker.
Aaron watched, his amusement morphing into something more complex. He saw himself in Ace, that rebellious spark, that thirst for power. But unlike him, Ace had something he lacked – loyalty, purpose.
"Rui, now I want you to make all their teleporters appear, let's say, over there," Aaron said, pointing to his left. He then took a small gun, and every time he felt space warp around him, he shot it with precision, ensuring that none of them suffered.
Meanwhile, Suel began to wonder where his backup was, until he and Ace's eyes landed on Aaron sitting right next to a pile of bodies. "Don't mind me, keep fighting," Aaron said with an innocent smile, sending shivers down Suel's spine. For Ace, the efficiency and coldness of Aaron's actions were both impressive and unsettling.
