Lenny's movements were a dance of destruction, his punches and kicks weaving seamlessly with the flickering flames that surrounded him. The air crackled with the sound of burning, Vice's clothes smoldering from the proximity of the intense heat. Each blow seemed to echo with the wrath of a thousand suns, a testament to the sheer power of his elemental fury.
Despite the searing pain, Vice also fought back, his own skills tested to the limit. But Lenny's flames were unyielding, a manifestation of his resolve. He pressed on, his blows raining down like a relentless storm, his every strike an attempt to burn his opponent to a crisp.
In the midst of this fiery onslaught, Lenny stood resolute, his body a vessel of power and determination. Vice, battered and singed, struggled to keep up with the onslaught but Lenny's brutality proved to be as difficult as one would imagine. The white flames, brilliant and blinding, illuminated the battlefield, casting long shadows that danced to the rhythm of Lenny's furious blows.
With each punch, each kick, and each surge of the white flames, Lenny pushed the limits of his abilities.
His lips curled a nice grin.
Even with his newly acquired strength and power, Vice had somehow managed to not have been burnt to nothingness.
Lenny considered this to be very interesting.
The shower of blows continued, relentless and unyielding, until the opponent finally succumbed, his defenses shattered by the scorching intensity of Lenny's onslaught.
One last hit and he fell a distance away.
Vice's hands were all mangled, looking more like noodles than actual hands.
There was no way Vice was supposed to be able to use these hands again, but the look on the old woman's face he now carried was evident of his own thrill at the progress of the battle.
"Good! Good!! You make me hunger for you more Lenny Tales. Since it has come thus Far, I think I will be taking this one... WILL."
Immediately, Lenny saw his ability on WILL Instantly Grey out.
Yes, it had been stolen. although temporarily, it had still been stolen.
All of a sudden, Vice's expression changed. It was now Stoic and focused. The clowning look he had earlier on was gone, and Lenny could feel Cosmic energy around his body seemed to rise to his call, as he waved his hands and a thousand swords appeared once more.
However, this was not like last time. Although Lenny could not see the difference between all of them, he could tell by sheer instinct that there were all sharper, as the Cosmic energy in the air seem to respond to the sharpness of the blades.
No doubt, these blades were going to cut through even the threads of cosmic energy in the air.
Lenny knew what was about to happen, and so he waved out two blades as broad a plate.
But Vice had not even started.
He placed a hand on the ground, "This earth is MINE!"
All of a sudden, Lenny Felt two abnormal things happen. The gravity all around them suddenly multiplied, threatening to bring his knees to the ground. Tundra already had incredible gravity.
It was not at all surprising to see that it had become strong enough for Lenny to now feel it.
In truth, if it was any other person, they would have definitely become mashed paste under all that Pressure.
After all, this was far worse than being at the bottom of the Ocean.
Secondly, the ground suddenly became like jelly, making Lenny feel as if he had just mounted a water bed.
This made his footing uneven and he staggered a bit.
"This land is now, temporary mine. I can do with it as I see fit!"
At the same time, the swords were launched at Lenny.
Although his footing was not the best, any excuse that resulted in death, was definitely a stupid excuse.
In the heat of this battle, the air crackled with tension as over a thousand swords and blades rushed towards Lenny like a storm of deadly metal. Each blade glinted in the sunlight, reflecting the sheer determination and WILL of VIce who wielded them. The sound of the rushing swords was deafening, a symphony of steel that filled the air with its ominous melody.
But Lenny was no ordinary warrior; he was a dance of grace amidst the chaos. With an effortless fluidity, he leaped into the air, his agile form defying the newly Improved laws of gravity. His twin blades, sharp as the fangs of a serpent, became an extension of his very being. With lightning-quick movements, he parried the incoming attacks, the clash of metal against metal ringing out like a battle hymn.
As the onslaught continued, Lenny spun and twirled in the air, his movements a mesmerizing dance of evasion and precision. His blades became a blur, a whirlwind of deadly steel that seemed to dance in perfect harmony with the rushing swords. With each swing, he deflected the attacks, the sheer force of his movements sending ripples through the sea of blades.
In the midst of the chaos, Lenny's eyes remained focused and determined. He anticipated the trajectory of each sword, his instincts guiding him like a compass in the storm. With a swift countermove, he aimed for his opponent.
But WILL like Lenny had always known it to be, was an incredible skill. There was no desire to dodge. Only attack and deliver a swift end.
Just when it looked like Lenny was going to make home, the Gravity increased once more, slamming him to the ground.
Luckily, before he landed, he waved his swords, stabbing them into the very earth to break his sudden descent.
The ground beneath him seemed to tremble in awe of his prowess, but was it going to be enough.
"Not bad, Lenny Tales, but you still lack the WILL... let me take another one and show you."
All of sudden, Lenny saw two of his skills gray out.
There were Freeze and Cellular Control.
Yes, Vice used FREEZE on Lenny...
(Authors note: Golden Tickets Please... And still accepting gifts.)
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