Record of Genesis

Chapter 3: The Might of the Sword

Attila crept towards his foe.

Lowering his longsword, a.k.a. Raguel, the Scrouge of God seemed to be preparing another technique. His expression was stern, revealing no emotion other than his impatience at wanting to rip Tyr to smithereens and see more blood drawn on his flawless skin.

"Here it comes!" Anansi screamed. "Attila the Hun is calmly strolling his way towards Tyr! Is he going to perform another savage attack? Oh, boy! Just moving like that is keeping me on my toes!"

Attila shifted his weapon into a vertical position, taking more steps towards the Nordic god of justice. The archangels embrace themselves, knowing that he is about to unleash another different move, possibly just as devastating as his Legion Piercer. Tyr narrowed his eyes, figuring out that his opponent was about to deliver another one of his attacks.

Attila raised his weapon to the back of his waist, crouching and positioning himself closer to the ground. The Huns roared in excitement; nostalgia flowed back into their minds. It was one of Attila's techniques that annihilated dozens of Roman soldiers during their wars of conquest. They remembered how their leader used his mastered techniques to save their lives; they missed the times Attila used this to easily dispatch their foes; they cheered for their leader, wanting him to use that technique again and wanting him to show the true might of the Scrouge of God.

The mortal fighter eyed the justice god, clenching the weapon's handle. He muttered his next technique:

"Decapitator of Romans."

He swung the longsword vertically, resulting in a sonic blast the shape of a slice, heading towards Tyr and directing at his neck. The blast simultaneously generated colossal winds that blew over the audience behind Tyr, threatening to blow them away.

"Attila the Hun has liberated another one of his skills!" The African teller of stories' voice shrilled with excitement. "And by the name of it, I can tell that it's aiming for Tyr's head! What would our champion do next?!"

Surprisingly, Tyr was unaffected by another attack and stood guard. With his golden sword, he managed to shield himself from the slice, deflecting it and causing it to collide with the wall behind, leaving a massive tear on the platinum wall. Everyone was awestruck at the damage to the formerly beautiful wall, intimidated by the cut and the imagined spot in Tyr's current state if he had failed to parry the attack.

Clicking his tongue, Attila repositioned himself, preparing to use the same technique again. Tyr has had enough of being on the defensive side; it's his turn to go on the offensive.

Attila performed the same move, targeting the god's neck and swinging in more rapid bursts to catch him off-guard. Meanwhile, Tyr parried slice after slice, deflecting them to collide with the wall or the soil. With a calm demeanour, Tyr slowly moved forward towards Attila. The latter narrowed his eyes and briefly caught off-guard that his foe could parry his powerful technique.

But he soon made a mental smile. Tyr was powerful, enough to be one of the strongest opponents he faced. He recognised the god's strength and wanted to make the most of it.

Many gods felt an immense feeling build up within them. They trembled, gulped, and sweated. They never felt this towards humans before, only towards other gods and the enemies of the divine. What is this? They felt threatened by the presence of Attila the Hun and how he managed to damage Tyr's perfect armour and drive him into a corner. They all hated this feeling that he gave them. They tried to deny this feeling, trying to think it was just an irritating, intrusive thought, but it's true.

The gods were intimidated by a human.

Dionysus and Lugh were experiencing a sense of relief at their exclusion from the God's Fighters roster. The Greek god of wine was sure that if he were in the ring right now, he would either have been missing a head and humanity would have their first win, or he would have managed to deflect the attack but would be critically injured. He now knew that he would barely stand a chance against Attila, let alone other human candidates. Lugh was more confident that he could go toe to toe with a human fighter, but even he knew that he would struggle against Attila. If he can't defeat Attila, he is sure that he can barely stand a chance against other fighters for mankind.