Record of Ragnarok: Ouroboros

Chapter 12: Not Like Us

His past, optimistic actions, determination, and willpower. Simón Bolívar proves to prevail over them all!

"Show me your worth, Simón Bolívar!" Set grinned as he spoke and looked Simón right in the eyes. The god of deserts now had softened his voice after talking harshly.

The liberator returned Set's gaze with a visibly contented expression. Simón's mouth twisted into a smile as he answered the god with equanimity. "Come and get me!" As the two entered the middle range in the arena. Simón took the first move before rapidly firing his pistol toward the god, and in an instant, a barrage of bullets was shot out from the muzzle. But the god was ready, he smoothly moved toward the projectiles using his twin khopeshes before swiftly deflecting the bullets, swinging his blades in the form of a fan.

The bullets ricocheted off the arena, hitting the wall and nearly hitting the audience, causing them to stay covered from the projectiles, including Heimdall "Ah-! Set just barely deflecting the bullets like crazy over again! But those bullets are bouncing everywhere!" Heimdall yelled into his Gjallarhorn while retreating up to the skies before covering himself with a shield from his floating machine.

As Set deflected the projectiles, he dashed straight to Simón in a quick burst of speed, using his khopeshes to shield himself if the liberator managed to break through his defense. As Set got close to Simón, the god then controlled the sand below him before coating his left leg with the sand before he unleashed an extremely swift and powerful leg sweep directly toward the liberator, launching a slash of sand directly at Simón's legs.

"Damn it! He backed me into a corner, I can't find a way out!" Simón mused to himself as he was thinking of a way to counter Set's assaults of attacks. "Screw it! I have no choice but to gamble!" Simón immediately gathered all his strength and raised his sword before he swung it down on the sand attack, and managed to destroy the sand.

However, he was left vulnerable to Set's other attack, the god's right arm began to reach out toward Simón's face before slashing his face with his khopesh. "Tch!" Simón gritted his teeth as blood sprayed from his face rapidly. But, the liberator immediately grabbed Set's right arm, locking him in his grip. Simón's lower body began twisting and coiling as he got the god into his close range before unleashing a devastating kick at the side of the god's head, connecting his leg with Set, sending the god flying away from him.

[La Represalia de la Llama Blanca (White Llama Retaliation)]

"Simón Bolívar quickly retaliated after Set cut his face, sending Set flying! Although, his face doesn't look too well." The Watchman proclaimed before Simón swiped the blood from his face away, leaving a bloody scar on his face.

After Set gets flung by Simón, he uses the sand behind him to construct a wall of sand to catch the god before he gets slammed into the wall. As Set landed on the wall, he used the wall as support before he immediately dashed forward the liberator at blinding speed and slashed continuously in a horizontal cyclone pattern, conjuring a tornado of sand from his khopeshes charging rapidly toward Simón.

[Sand Whirlwind Cutter]

Simón, without hesitation, bolted into the upcoming attack, using the momentum from his movement, he made a very straightforward charge at the god that cracked the ground as he moved, using [Rabieta de Caballo Blanco Pisoteando]. As both champions entered each other's range, Simón raised his sword before he swung it downward on the moving khopeshes, creating a shockwave as he did, pushing the god away and disrupting the technique. "Unbelievable! They are both neck and neck to each other, exchanging blows after blows!" The Watchman proclaimed in an astonishing tone before hovering closer to the arena.