Roz

Here He Comes

As Roz and Ezequiel just began to face off amidst the wreckage of the hotel lobby, a sudden, deep rumble shook the ground. The sound was followed by a resonant, thunderous boom that echoed through the city of Boston. The noise was so powerful it seemed to reverberate through the very bones of the city, sending vibrations through the debris-strewn streets.

Ezequiel and Roz both paused, their battle momentarily forgotten as they looked toward the source of the disturbance. The sky darkened ominously, and a menacing shadow loomed over the city, casting an eerie twilight over the chaos. As Roz gets distracted by the sound, Ezequiel takes advantage of it and  quickly knocks him unconscious.

From the direction of the disturbance, a colossal demonic figure emerged, its presence both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Mizzonith, with his towering form, advanced into view. His sheer size and the dark aura surrounding him made him seem almost otherworldly against the backdrop of the cityscape.

The military, who had been scrambled to the scene, scrambled to respond. Tanks rolled into position, their cannons trained on the massive demonic figure, while soldiers took up defensive positions, their weapons ready but their faces showing a mix of fear and determination.

Mizzonith held his new creation, the Necrolight, firmly in his grasp. The axe, crackling with dark energy, was a formidable sight. Its design was both intricate and menacing—a combination of an ancient, mythological weapon and a modern nightmare. The top part of the axe could retract, allowing Mizzonith to use it as a close-range weapon or hurl it as a deadly projectile.

The city was in turmoil as Mizzonith's presence stirred panic among civilians and military personnel alike. The once-chaotic battle between Roz and Ezequiel was now overshadowed by the impending clash with this new, formidable opponent.

Mizzonith's eyes, glowing with a malevolent light, scanned the area. He saw Ezequiel standing with Roz in his hands, his expression unreadable. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his heavy, deliberate footsteps causing tremors with each step. The soldiers and tanks readied their weapons, but the sheer scale of Mizzonith's arrival made them seem like ants before a giant.

Ezequiel, noticing Mizzonith's arrival, looked at the unconscious Roz with a mixture of disdain and frustration. "Looks like we're not alone. Mizzonith has arrived. This is about to get much more complicated."

Roz, though weakened, looked up at Mizzonith with a mix of fear and defiance. "So, the real terror arrives. I hope you're prepared for what's coming next." and chokes out blood.

Mizzonith's voice boomed, resonating with an unnatural depth. "Ezequiel, it seems you've done your part. Now it's time for me to finish this. And as for you, Roz, your struggle ends here."

Ezequiel, his face a mask of anger and frustration, confronted Mizzonith with a fierce glare. "Why are you here, Mizzonith? I had him! Roz is my prize, not yours!"

Mizzonith's eyes narrowed as he assessed Ezequiel. "You're a fool if you think you can claim Roz for yourself. He's far more valuable to me than you can imagine."

Ezequiel's anger flared, his wings unfurling slightly in agitation. "You've no right to him! I've captured him and kept him from escaping. This is my moment!"

Mizzonith's voice was cold and dismissive. "You've only delayed the inevitable. I'm here to ensure Roz fulfils his destiny. And you—" he paused, his gaze piercing through Ezequiel—"are in my way."

The air crackled with tension as Mizzonith lifted the Necrolight, its dark energy flaring as he prepared to confront Ezequiel. Without warning, Ezequiel lunged at Mizzonith, his wings propelling him forward as he struck with furious intensity. Mizzonith blocked the attack with the Necrolight, the clash of their powers sending shockwaves through the already devastated city.

"You've no right to him!" Ezequiel shouted, his voice strained with exertion as he launched another assault. "I've captured him, kept him from escaping. This is my target!"

Mizzonith parried the blows with ease, his voice cold and dismissive. "Your target? You've always been in the dark, haven't you, Ezequiel?" Mizzonith taunted as they clashed, sparks flying with each impact. Ezequiel gritted his teeth, not understanding the deeper meaning behind Mizzonith's words. "What are you talking about?" Ezequiel demanded, deflecting another strike. Mizzonith's grin was cold, devoid of any humour. "You were always so eager to please Uncle Zarther, never questioning his orders. But did you ever stop to wonder why you were tasked with hunting Roz? Why it had to be you?" Ezequiel hesitated, his grip on his weapon faltering slightly. "Roz... why me?" Mizzonith took advantage of his hesitation, pushing Ezequiel back with a powerful blow. "Because you share the same blood. Roz is your brother, Ezequiel. The truth that Zarther kept hidden from you. He's been playing you all along." He deflected a powerful strike, pushing Ezequiel back with a surge of dark energy. "You don't even know what you're dealing with, do you?"

Ezequiel's eyes widened in shock as he barely dodged a lethal swing. "That's impossible. My family... I never knew..."

Mizzonith's voice dripped with contempt as he forced Ezequiel back again. "You were separated long ago, kept apart for reasons you were never meant to understand. But the truth is undeniable. Roz is your brother."

Ezequiel staggered, the revelation hitting him like a physical blow. His wings faltered, and Mizzonith seized the opportunity to strike, knocking Ezequiel to the ground. The clash of dark energy and metal echoed through the ruined streets as Ezequiel struggled to process the truth.

Mizzonith loomed over him, the Necrolight crackling with malevolent power. "Zarther has always kept you in the dark, used you for his own purposes. But now, you must face the reality of who you are and what you've done."

Mizzonith towered over him, his massive form casting a dark shadow on the cracked pavement. The Necrolight, crackling with malevolent energy, was raised high above his head. "You've failed, Ezequiel. It's time to end this."

Ezequiel, battered and nearly broken, looked up in desperation. He knew he was no match for Mizzonith in this state. As the Necrolight descended, aiming to deliver the final blow, Ezequiel braced himself for the end.

But just as the weapon was about to strike, a sudden blur shot through the air. Roz, now conscious and fuelled by an inner rage, charged at Mizzonith with lightning speed. With all his strength, Roz launched a powerful punch directly into Mizzonith's chest.

The force of the blow was tremendous. Mizzonith's massive body was sent hurtling backward through the air. He crashed into the street with a deafening impact, tearing up the road and leaving a deep crater in his wake. Cars and debris were scattered in all directions as the ground shook from the collision.

Ezequiel stared in disbelief as Roz stood before him, his breath heavy and eyes burning with determination. Roz had saved him, not out of loyalty, but out of a deep, instinctual need to fight against the overwhelming force that Mizzonith represented.

The two brothers, though only just beginning to understand their connection, now stood united against a common enemy. Mizzonith, dazed but still formidable, slowly began to rise from the rubble, fury and dark energy swirling around him as he prepared for the next round of their battle.