Distorted Remnant: A Remake of "Distorted Reality"

Chapter 65: Y/n Vs Grimm Rematch Part 2

*Third Person POV*

The ground around Y/n began to crack, as Grimm put his full force into his attack. Y/n returned the force in full, holding Grimm above his head.

Y/n quickly side stepped out from under, grabbing Grimm as he flew to the ground. Y/n wrapped his hand around Grimm's throat, and swung him around. Before he could hit the ground, Grimm was throw into the ruins of what was once the inn, now burned to the ground.

Y/n flew into the ruins, ignoring the flames that licked at his clothes and wings. He was unable to see much of his surroundings, and found himself being punched in the cheek.

Y/n staggered back and spit out some blood, turning to his assailant. Grimm stood there, a smirk on his face and his sword in his hands. He licked some of the blood of his knuckles, and stabbed his sword into the flaming ground.

"Such delicious blood," He cooed, "I wonder how much I'll get when I beat you to death!"

Grimm ran at Y/n, fists cocked to attack. Y/n brought his scythe around to attack, only for Grimm to grab it and rip it out of his hands, throwing it into the flames. Y/n looked back towards his opponent with only enough time to bring his hands up to his face, attempting to block Grimm's attack.

Grimm managed to redirect his attack, sucker punching Y/n in the stomach. Y/n doubled over, and Grimm slammed his elbow into his back, forcing him to the ground where he spit up more blood.

Grimm grabbed him by the leg and flipped him over, slamming him into the ground. Grimm then spun Y/n around, dragging him through a few flaming beams. Y/n was thrown back on the ground, where he began to vomit blood onto the ground.

"Get up, you immortal fool," Grimm growled, "Let me show you how weak you truly are."

Y/n began to drag himself away from his opponent, weakly moving his arms to drag himself along the ground. Grimm chuckled, as he watched his opponent, the God of Chaos, fall at his feet.

"Get up."

Grimm grabbed Y/n by the shoulder and lifted him up, before turning his to face each other. Grimm forced Y/n to look him in the eye, before his eyes widened. A smirk was plastered on Y/n's face, and Y/n stabbed a large piece of wood into Grimm's gut. Y/n kicked him a few feet back, and Grimm pulled the wood out of his gut.

Y/n licked the blood off his hand, savoring the taste, "Disgusting. I should ensure it's all spilled in the dirt where it belongs!"

Y/n and Grimm charged at each other, swinging fists at each other.