Beyond Souless

Chapter 2: Ice cold killer

Wanna hear something fun? Toshiro is kind of a super ghost. He's so old he learned the powers of other ghosts. Not just ghosts either he was some amazing martial artist in his life before. As well as his powers and abilities i have a few of my own. My top notch intellect and analytical skills, not to mention my abilities to see, sense, and speak to spirits. Not only that but combined we stand a nice 6'5 in height and our body brims with spiritual power. Our hair turns a snowfall white, and we take on an odd but of herteochromia with my sharp blue eye on the left and his mystic red eye on the right. It all comes to a great mix when we fuse together.

After my declaration the spirit became enraged and lunged at me aiming to crush me with it's massive arms. We couldn't very well have that, we moved hoping backwards quickly. The spirit rushed after us without a second thought but we were quicker then it's four armed assault we weaved quickly between the punches dodging them with little effort. It was then that the opening could not have been better, in a single rapid motion our arm fired out swiftly striking the ghost with a devastating blow to it's jaw. It stumbled back slightly reeling from our punch, but our assault had only begun.

We were swifter than this spirit by an exponential amount. We flipped over the spirit jabbing it in the back of its head before kicking it in the spine. It bellowed in pain before spinning on it's heel swinging 3 of it's giant fists at us. We dodged to the side moving around the spirit as it crashed through the counter. That's when we realized it wasn't trying to crush us. The beast had a giant chunks of my marble counter in each of it's 3 hands. Was it improvising for it's innate lack of speed with projectiles? We got the answer as a hunk of marble flew past us as fast as a bullet. It smashed through the wall and into another building. We could already hear screaming at it flew off into the distance. We were instantly done playing. Who knew what it could do with the other two chunks of stone, and the fact that it had thought to pick up the stone in the first place was enough to put it's adaptive nature in a concerning category.

We exhaled a breath as we focused. Taking down this spirit required just a bit of our power and we still had to repair everything we broke goofing around with the monster. We focused our spiritual power into our fist before charging forward. The behemoth threw the remaining hunks of marble but we countered with the energy in our fist and we stopped the stones in mid air as we raced past them. He swung wild each arm moving in a different direction all aimed at us. We jumped into the air as they all missed us. In a sing move we turned our body in mid-air and we swung the full force of our focused spiritual energy tore through it's head. The beast staggered back as its arms flailed about smashing holes in the walls. We held out a hand and focused. We gathered energy again, this time into our palm. It could sense us this time and moved swing its arms in unison at us. Right before it struck we released the energy as a dense energy pellet that shot. Through the beasts chest. It fell to it's knees and its form began to melt and lose shape.

"Hope the beating was worth the trip here." We said as we split. Light poured from my body as Toshiro left me. He moved to the fading spirit and blessed it's passage to the next world with an old prayer. I sat down as Toshiro began to repair everything he could as I settled down. Our fusion is both great and terrible, it gives us tons of power to overwhelm most enemies, and powers i couldn't even imagine, but it wears me out easy and I end up with headaches. My 6'1 body was fit from workouts but being young didn't help.

Once the place was relatively clean I headed out, Toshiro in tow nagging about our wasted movements in the battle. I had more to think about recently. Whoever sent that spirit wanted me on edge. Julian Frost never backed down but i really didn't need a lot of ghosts like that after my hide. Despite the weakness of that spirit, it was no joke. If it had been smarter than I might have been in trouble. Death always called for me, but if someone was giving her a megaphone I wanted to know who.