Fury (Saiyan OC x Genshin Impact)

Part 35: Rise

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The air was full of clouds of dust, charged with an energy unlike any other as they slowly parted. The floor of the Golden House's lower Chamber was utterly oblitterated. Once from the impact of Wu and Tartaglia, and again from what came next.

"Hah... Hah... Hah..."

Son Wu stood, hunched over and breathing slowly and shallowly. His entire body was marred with bruises and cuts, a patchwork of injury that left no inch of him free from the colors of agony. Still, he stood on his own two feet, his fist still held out after unleashing an attack straight out of legend. His knuckles were skinned, glowing with heat, sporadically sparking with the smallest arcs of electricity. His hair was flat, black, and utterly devoid of any signifiers of power, his ki all but drained.

In front of Wu was a massive crater, carved by a surge of great and terrible power, a signifier of the pure destructive capability of his attack.

"J-Just what the hell was that...?"

At the end of that crater sat a barely living Tartaglia, sitting up the opposite wall, completely limp. The armor of the Foul Legacy was all but obliterated, the only part of it left being his leggings and right gauntlet, in the midst of crumbling away. All other parts of him were marred with minor to severe burns, bruises and bleeding similar to Wu, but in a circular area on his right abdomen, sat a wound like no other.

Half-impact crater, half bitemark, a smoking near-hole sat in Childe's side, still glowing with the teeth-marks of something truly otherworldly.

"F-For a moment, I felt your power.... M-Multiply by f-f-fifty times..! B-But what came after..." Childe tried to muster a smile, despite what had just hit him. "I was a fool to think so lowly of you...! You're a threat to the Tsaritsa herself...!"

"Hah... Hah..." Wu still stood in place, barely able to keep awake, let alone respond.

"...I-In the end, I w-was the one who h-had n-no id-dea what he was up against..." Childe laughed weakly. "You have completely and utterly humbled me...!" Childe wheezed, almost gleeful at his discovery of Wu's true power.

"Son Wu..."

"I admit defeat."

Dsh!

The very instant Childe's words met his ears, a switch was flipped in Son Wu's brain, and the color faded from his eyes. In an instant, he collapsed limply to his knees, and then onto his face, sprawled out like a ragdoll.

"It's over, Tartaglia...!" 

Tartaglia weakly gazed past Wu, seeing Aether push out of a pile of rubble.

"Y-Yeah, what he said!" Paimon, who had bailed the moment Aether charged Wu and Tartaglia, floated down from the hole in the ceiling.

"Ah..." Tartaglia let out a low sigh, turning his gaze down. "That is where I must disagree..." He said.

"Huh...?" Aether gripped his sword's handle.

"I've wasted enough time..." Childe said, producing a golden Adeptal Sigil, thrumming with stolen Saiyan Power.

"!!!" Aether dashed forward, surging with Anemo, but was too late as Childe crushed it in his grip.

Vmmmmm!!!

Childe's body was envelopped in a golden glow as the energy poured into him, healing him of his life threatening wounds. He shot to his feet in an instant, leaping out of the way of Aether and landing as light as a feather, manifesting a glaive and resting it on his shoulder.