Record of Genesis

Chapter 5: Breakthrough

The first thing the two fighters did was to create as much space between each other as possible.

As they moved, droplets of blood fell onto the sand. They simultaneously raised their weapons, preparing themselves for any sudden attack. Attila and Tyr were nearing the edge of the entire stadium, standing right in front of the entrance where they entered.

Attila inhaled sharply and lowered his weapon. The effects of his damaged solar plexus have worn off; it can now allow him to perform this attack. He couldn't contain his excitement for this climatic clash; he could not wait to unleash his most powerful technique. Ever since he got the sword of God, he's been honing this technique throughout his life and afterlife.

So far, he's barely used this in his life at all, except for the fateful duel against Aetius, who barely managed to deflect it and survive. Attila couldn't find anyone who could withstand this ultimate move; he didn't know anyone who could stand toe to toe with him. Until now.

He can finally unleash this technique on a powerful foe on equal footing. The excitement was unbearable; he barely managed to hide it. He clenched his blade's handle with so much force that it began to crack slightly.

That hurts, Raguel pulsed.

The Scrouge of God softened his grip. Keeping his eye on Tyr, he lowered his body closer to the ground, and began to stretch his leg. He shifted his stance into a squatting position, channeling most of his body's strength into them for this next attack. 

Eyeing the exposed bone on his left arm, Attila rested his palm onto it, and shocked most of the audience by forcing it back into his arm. He wants to look glorious while performing this attack, and the fracture was getting in the way. Shrugging off the pain, he turned his attention back to his godly opponent.

Tyr was also preparing for his ultimate attack.

Like Attila, the Norse god of justice lowered his body, but instead of squatting, he positioned his right foot ahead with his left foot just about thirty centimeters away. Tyr placed his left hand onto the sand, still holding his sword in it. He proceeded to lean forward, facing Attila ahead of him.

Throughout his millions of years of existence, he had never felt this much intensity before. This human, Attila the Hun, was extortionary. He was able to wound him several times, he might even be able to slay him in this next attack. But that made Tyr more hyped to perform his ultimate technique. Only an opponent as strong as Attila can deal with this attack.

Tyr had also barely used this technique throughout his time as a god. He couldn't challenge Odin nor Thor; they barely paid attention to his fighting skills. Any other deity (excluding Loki) of the Norse pantheon would be skewered by this attack. Due to the rules of the divine, it is forbidden to visit other pantheons. So, Tyr was stuck alone, with no one to train nor test his most favorite and most powerful technique.

But that changes today.

Now, it's time to show the other gods the unleashed capability of the one-armed swordsman. 

The fighters grinned at each other. They saw each other as worthy adversaries, equal rivals, and what they can consider: a friend. Someone who shares the same power as them and can give them the best fight in their lives. They almost didn't want this fight to end, they wanted to fight like this for all of eternity.

But now, it's time for one of them to fall.

"Are you prepared?" Attila bellowed.

"I could ask you the same!" Tyr responded.

The entire audience could sense the aura emitted by the two. It was awe-inspiring, powerful, and intimidating. The stands of humans and gods were nearly tipping over the edge of their seats. Everyone glued their eyes to the stadium, holding back every instinct to blink, fearing that it would all be over once they did so. They all knew that this was the climax of the first round of Genesis. Many men, women, children, and the elderly held their hands, spreading hope to everyone that Attila would be the victor.