Spectacular World

The New Number One Hero

The ocean tore and split as a massive wave of gold sliced out.

The Victorian blasted forward with speed that defied physics, her sword trailing through the water below her, each strike kicking up a gigantic wave of water that could easily tear a small town off the face of the Earth.

The world's strongest woman had no choice but to unleash such devastating blows as the thing she fought was an actual Giant.

Standing at over one hundred meters tall, forged from powerful blue energy, a winged entity flew through the air. It was forged from Battery's blue energy, and somewhere deep inside of the heart of the construct, Battery resided. The Giant had massive dragon-like wings that came out of its back, allowing for flight, and despite its insane size, it was shocking fast, easily giving chase to the tiny golden woman. It swung its massive sword out, ripping more of the ocean around them to bits.

The Victorian turned her flight off, dropping into the harsh water as the blade soared over her head. In the distance, a small island was torn in two by the force of Battery's sword swing. Luckily they were far from any of the ten cities or any island that actually had life on it.

The Victorian used the ocean to her advantage, moving through the rippling water that was still being spread out and split. She was used to fighting massive creatures, and Battery was, in the end, no different than any other. She laughed and launched herself up, using the Giant's massive form to travel through his many blind spots. As she appeared behind him, she forged her biggest sword yet, creating a golden blade nearly as big as Battery's new Giant form, which she sent ramming into the construct.

The armor exploded and broke away as Battery came crashing out. He was back to his normal size as his creation crumbled to dust. He tried to raise his own sword up to block her massive blade, but he obviously stood no chance. With a single powerful swing, the Victorian rammed her sword into Battery as hard as she could and sent him blasting across the sky. He'd no doubt crash somewhere miles away.

With a crazed laugh, the woman dropped her massive sword into the ocean, the blade slowly fading away as it began to crumble into dust. Battery meanwhile found himself ramming into a sand-covered field with so much force it caused the area around him to change into molten glass.

The hero groaned a bit and sat up, spitting up some blood. Not even the Beast had hit him that hard. As he looked around, he took note of the area he was in. The sky above rained down harsh rays of radiation and fire, and millions of dead worm monsters scattered the field. It was the same place the Victorian had fought the Emperor. That was where she sent him crashing.

"This some sort of joke?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." The Victorian said, letting out an innocent whistle as she suddenly appeared behind him and swung out with a car-sized sword.

Blue clashed against gold, sending sparks of energy zapping through the air. The glass beneath them tore apart, creating more craters around them. Her golden eyes met his blue and black ones.

The Victorian's greatsword was a mighty weapon, one forged from compressed sunlight that was practically a slab of metal the size of a car on a stick. It didn't so much as cut; instead, it tore whatever it slammed into bits with the pure strength that rested in her arms.

Battery's sword, by comparison, might as well have been a twig. It was jagged and wild, as if a lightning bolt had been stolen from the heavens above and fashioned into a claymore. Already, it was starting to fill with cracks and snap as the force of the greatsword bore down into it. He had lost count of how many times he had been forced to recreate his sword.

The Victorian gritted her teeth, forcing more of her weight down on the blade. Slowly but surely, her mighty weapon was bending and twisting Battery's. She possessed many skills that he did not; even with his new series of powerups and the new way he acted, he still couldn't fly. Something that she had been forced to learn. Her feet rose off of the ground, going up just enough to leverage more of her weight down on him. Battery's knees buckled, and he began to feel himself be shoved into the ground, but he held strong, holding his claymore up as his life depended on it.