"Jacob’s First Fight in The Revolution arc–
Continuation of 'What if your OCs had a Boss Theme?' ''
Boss theme:
https://youtu.be/KfdZKptqtes?si=qmfIX...
Chapter:
The air inside the Zero Cavity smelled of ozone and burnt metal.
The rubble still crackled with residual energy after Section 6 had neutralized the last Hollow.
Miyabi wiped the blade of her Tailless katana with a dark cloth.
Her expression remained calm, though her fox ears twitched faintly in rhythm with the echoes resonating through the cavern.
Miyabi: —Mission complete. Report any damage to the support team before we leave.
Soukaku: (munching on an onigiri she had somehow brought along) —Phew, finally! I thought I was gonna starve to death…
Harumasa: (in his usual languid tone, staring at the aftermath) —Relax. Starving would be a much kinder fate than dealing with the overtime Miyabi’s going to assign us after this.
Miyabi frowns slightly but says nothing. Yanagi adjusts the strap of her naginata, smiling tiredly.
Yanagi: —If you could work in silence for five minutes straight, Harumasa, maybe you wouldn’t need so much overtime.
Sam: (lifting a glowing metal shard) —Hey! Look at this! It looks like a Lego piece! If I find another one, I can build a spaceship.
Soukaku: —Sam… that’s an industrial battery.
Sam: —Oh… then I can make a spaceship with infinite energy. Perfect!
Yanagi sighs. Miyabi mutters something under her breath that sounds a lot like “unbelievably irresponsible.”
Then Yanagi’s transmitter beeps sharply.
Belle’s voice crackles through the static:
Belle: —Section 6, we need you. It’s urgent. Eclipse Division is planning an attack on New Eridu. We don’t know when, but… it could be tomorrow.
The group immediately tenses.
Yanagi: —Understood, Belle. We’re heading out now.
But the transmission breaks into metallic screeching.
A low hum fills the air; the guide Bangboo’s lights flash red.
Soukaku: —Huh? What’s wrong with it? Why is it shaking?
Harumasa: —My bow… it’s overheating.
Sam: (glancing around) —The magnetic field changed… no, wait—it’s twisting.
Before anyone can react, the Bangboo emits a sharp digital scream, and its head bursts in a shower of sparks.
Silence falls.
Then comes the thunder.
A beam of yellow lightning crashes down from the cavern ceiling, striking the ground with brutal force and hurling everyone backward.
The sound rumbles, followed by a continuous crackle.
Through the smoke, Harumasa opens his eyes.
A blurry silhouette, wrapped in lightning, advances toward them.
The figure moves—then vanishes in a blink.
Harumasa: (raising his bow) —Stay sharp!
A cold sensation touches his neck. A metallic blade.
The voice that follows is hoarse, broken, charged with restrained electricity:
Jacob: —Took me years to find you, Harumasa.
(a brief pause)
Tell me… how much is an apology worth after so many corpses?
Harumasa’s heart stops for an instant. That voice…
It couldn’t be.
Harumasa: —…Jacob.
Miyabi turns like lightning, unsheathes Tailless, and slices through the air—but the attacker is already gone.
Only a flash of electricity streaks past her, so fast her blade cuts nothing but air.
Harumasa spins around, panting, as a bolt of lightning streaks in front of his face.
Miyabi: —Visual lost!
Yanagi: (planting her stance, naginata ready) —Everyone, defensive formation. Don’t underestimate him.
A heavy thud shakes the ground. Jacob reappears a few meters away, electricity dancing across his body, his eyes glowing a spectral yellow.
His voice crackles, distorted like static.
Jacob: —You thought I was dead… didn’t you, Harumasa?
Or was it easier to believe that than admit what you did?
Harumasa: (low, tense voice) —Kirishima… used you. I tried to help.
Jacob: —Liar! You knew what they were doing to me! You let it happen!
(steps forward, sparks bursting around him)
And now look at me! A monster breathing through a tube!
Miyabi steps in front of him, katana leveled.
Miyabi: —That’s enough. You’re interfering with an official Section 6 operation. Surrender.
Jacob: (with a twisted grin) —Ah… the “honorable leader.” Stay out of this, kitsune. This is between him and me.
Soukaku: (offended, hefting her axe) —Hey! Don’t insult Miyabi!
Sam: (innocently) —Kitsune? Is that some kind of pastry?
Yanagi: —Not now, Sam.
Jacob vanishes. A burst of electricity tears through the cavern, flinging everyone backward.
He moves at impossible speed, firing chains of lightning through the wreckage.
Miyabi intercepts him with a flurry of icy strikes, the air freezing with each swing.
Miyabi: —Soukaku, cover us!
Soukaku: (spinning her axe, releasing a whirlwind of frost) —Got it! Come here, lightning freak!
Jacob smashes through the ice with sheer kinetic force, slamming the ground and releasing a shockwave that disarms Soukaku and Sam.
Sam rises amid the smoke, grinning nervously.
Sam: —That hurt! But… wait… why is my arm glowing?
His synthetic skin splits open, revealing flickering nanobots. Sam quickly covers it, confused.
Yanagi: (throwing her spear to shield him) —Focus, Sam. We’ll ask questions later.
Meanwhile, Harumasa fires a volley of electric arrows that clash midair with Jacob’s lightning.
The sparks illuminate both their faces.
Harumasa: —I don’t want to fight you, Jacob.
Jacob: —What did you expect me to do? Thank you for my grave?
Jacob dashes at him with superhuman speed. Harumasa switches his bow into twin blades and blocks just in time—yet the impact sends him flying several meters back.
Jacob: (shouting) —YOU LEFT ME TO DIE!
A massive discharge explodes, throwing everyone off their feet.
Sam shields Soukaku with his body, his skin crackling with magnetism.
Yanagi drives her naginata into the ground to stabilize the field.
Yanagi: —His energy’s going out of control! Miyabi, we have to neutralize him now!
Miyabi: (eyes cold as frost, raising her katana) —Understood.
She charges forward, unleashing a storm of ice that freezes the ground beneath Jacob.
For a brief moment, his movement halts.
Harumasa seizes the opening and fires an arrow charged with all his energy.
Direct hit.
Jacob falls to his knees.
Silence returns… for a few seconds.
Then Jacob laughs — a hollow, trembling laugh.
Jacob: —Did you really… think it’d be that easy?
He pulls a silver injection from his belt and jams it into his neck.
The liquid glows with an ethereal light.
His breathing quickens. Cracks of yellow energy spread across his skin.
The lightning intensifies, his voice twisting into distortion.
The entire cavern trembles. Monitors explode. Magnetic fields collapse.
Jacob, wreathed in smoke and sparks, is fully transformed — his arms now made of pure ethereal energy.
Harumasa: (in horror) —…No. Not again.
Jacob: —Now, Harumasa…
Fight me like a man — or die like a cowaaaard!
Lightning fills the cavern.
To be continued.
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Dmitri's redemption
Boss theme:
https://youtu.be/alTRUubyCWY?si=BQOmX...
Chapter:
The base was already shaking. The alarms howled in the distance, the red lights flickering over the steel corridors. Then—
**a thunderous crash.**
A reinforced wall burst apart as Dmitri Titanov plowed through it like a tank, his massive frame covered in dust and sparks. Just behind him, another wall exploded — Isaac followed, surrounded by trails of black smoke that curled around his body like living shadows.
Both soldiers rolled across the training room floor, crashing into different sides of the metallic arena. For a brief moment, everything fell silent except for the hum of broken generators and the faint static of distant comms.
Slowly, they rose.
Isaac adjusted his collar, exhaling a faint cloud of smoke from his lungs. His usual soft eyes were now hard and focused. Across from him, Dmitri cracked his neck, the sound like breaking ice, and rolled his shoulders. He flexed his fingers — the sound of steel under flesh.
They didn’t need words. They both knew what this encounter meant.
Then the floor trembled under their steps as both began walking — slowly, deliberately — toward each other.
The instant their shadows overlapped, **the fight began.**
Isaac lunged first, the black smoke bursting from his back like wings, propelling him forward with a devastating kick. Dmitri barely tilted his head — the strike grazed his cheek and shattered a steel column behind him. Dmitri countered instantly, grabbing Isaac’s leg mid-air and hurling him like a ragdoll through a metal bench.
Isaac rolled, sliced the air with his sword, and created a translucent barrier of holographic light that absorbed Dmitri’s next punch — only for Dmitri to crush through it with raw force.
DMITRI TITANOV
SECOND GENERAL OF ECLIPSE DIVISION
Sparks exploded.
Every hit Dmitri threw sounded like thunder. Every dodge from Isaac left trails of smoke and light.
Isaac vanished in a puff of dark vapor, reappearing behind Dmitri and slashing his back — only for the blade to bend slightly against the soldier’s hardened skin. Dmitri turned, blood trickling but his expression unbroken, and slammed his fist into Isaac’s chest, sending him sliding backward across the floor.
Isaac dashed forward again, using his wings to circle Dmitri. Every motion was surgical, fast, elegant — cutting, slicing, stabbing. Dmitri took hits, grunting, but each time Isaac landed one, Dmitri responded with a blow that cracked the ground. He fought like a bear cornered — heavy, brutal, but purposeful.
Isaac drew his pen mid-fight, sketching a dagger into the air — it materialized instantly, and he hurled it. Dmitri caught it mid-flight, crushed it in his hand, and closed the distance. He rammed Isaac into a wall, fists blurring like pistons. Metal dented. The floor split.
Isaac used the last of his energy to teleport behind Dmitri again — but this time Dmitri predicted it. He spun, grabbing Isaac by the throat, and slammed him onto the ground. The impact echoed through the entire base.
Both men were exhausted.
Isaac’s armor flickered off, fading into particles. Dmitri’s breathing was heavy, his knuckles bleeding.
Isaac tried to rise, his body regenerating slowly — the tissue glowing faintly under his skin.
“It doesn’t matter,” Isaac said between breaths, a faint, sad smile on his lips. “You can crush me again and again, but I’ll keep coming back. I’ll keep regenerating.”
Dmitri looked down at him, emotionless.
“I know,” he replied. “That’s why I’ll destroy your body until it’s nothing but meat on the floor. Then I’ll use that time to find your leader… and your friends.”
That sentence froze Isaac.
His eyes widened — real fear for the first time.
Dmitri lifted his foot, ready to stomp.
“WAIT!” Isaac shouted. His voice cracked — desperate, honest. “Please—stop! I… I just wanted a family!”
The foot froze mid-air. Dmitri’s expression wavered.
Isaac’s eyes filled with tears. “Caesar and I… we wanted to have a child. A life beyond all this. I don’t want to lose that again. Not like I lost my parents… not like before.”
Silence.
Dmitri slowly lowered his foot.
He stared at his own bloodied hands — trembling now. Yelena’s face flashed in his mind. Her laughter. Her warmth. The sound of her voice before it all went silent. He felt the old ache in his chest again.
*What would Yelena think of me now?*
Finally, Dmitri extended his hand to Isaac. The younger man hesitated but accepted it, confused. Dmitri pulled him up with surprising gentleness.
“Give me your communicator,” Dmitri said.
Isaac blinked. “What?”
“Just give it to me.”
Cautiously, Isaac handed it over. Dmitri activated it and switched frequencies.
“This is Dmitri Titanov,” he said, his deep voice filling the comms. “Listen carefully. I’m transferring all secure lines — except Wolf’s and Thanatos’. They must not detect this. The main army is under Wolf’s command. Thanatos is his enforcer. I can make the generals stand down — if you act now.”
Belle’s voice crackled through the line, skeptical. “How the hell did you get this channel?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Dmitri replied sharply. “You want to save New Eridu? Then listen.”
After a moment’s pause — she accepted.
Dmitri began transmitting. Amelia, Mason, Karin, and Jacob all received the signal — a short, coded message with one order: **“Rendezvous with my location. We confront Wolf.”**
When the transmission ended, Dmitri handed the communicator back to Isaac.
“Go,” he said. “Find your friends.”
Isaac, still shaky, looked at him. “What about you?”
Dmitri turned away, walking toward the light of the broken door.
“My nation died long ago,” he said. “But maybe I can help another one from falling.”
The light flickered across his face as he stepped out — the silhouette of a man who had lost everything but finally found a reason to keep moving.
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"Dmitri’s Third Fight in The Revolution arc–
Continuation of 'What if your OCs had a Boss Theme?' ''
Boss theme:
https://youtu.be/iXxhcYKyzrc?si=rQ6C9...
Chapter:
*Blackened ruins. Twisted metal columns. The echo of war still vibrates through the rubble as smoke blankets the fallen. Among them, two giants remain standing.*
Dmitri moves forward slowly, his breathing heavy, each step resounding like the strike of a hammer.
In front of him stands **Ben Bigger**, the imposing Thiren from Belobog Heavy Industries, resting his burning pillar on the ground — the metal sizzling with crimson heat.
**Ben Bigger:** *(deep, calm voice)*
You don’t have to do this, Titanov… it’s over. Surrender. There’s no reason to keep destroying.
**Dmitri:** *(looking down, then raising his gaze)*
Over?
No… this is just beginning.
Eclipse units are already marching toward New Eridu.
All enemy factions gathered in one place… ready to be purged.
The ideal my nation lost… will be reborn among the ashes of this world.
**Ben:** *(slams the ground with his pillar, raising dust)*
Reborn? You call wiping another country off the map *rebirth*?
What happened to you, Dmitri? What turned you into this?
**Dmitri:** *(taking a step forward, voice deep, wounded)*
You wouldn’t understand, bear.
You don’t know what it’s like to lose the woman you love… to watch her die for a rotten ideal.
**Ben:** *(clenching his fists, voice thunderous)*
Yes, I do. But I didn’t destroy a nation for it.
—*steps forward*—
If you’re going to carry your past, at least do it with honor.
*Both charge at the same time, roaring like beasts.*
The impact is brutal.
Dmitri’s fist collides with Ben’s pillar.
A shockwave erupts, lifting dust and shaking the ruins.
The pillar embeds itself deep into the ground under the force of the blow.
**Ben** growls, pushes with both hands, and slams his forehead into Dmitri’s.
The Russian barely flinches and answers with another headbutt.
Three consecutive clashes.
The sound of bone reverberates.
Both raise their heads and roar like ancient beasts before clashing again.
Ben swings his pillar, every strike carving craters into the ground.
Dmitri dodges, blocks with his hardened forearm, and counters with a fluid mix of **Sambo** — throws, grapples, and sweeps.
His strength is overwhelming, yet calculated.
Ben rises and charges again; Dmitri shifts into **Defendu**, striking with speed — rapid impacts to the torso and neck.
Ben stumbles back, the pillar spinning like a massive hammer that tears through the air.
Dmitri transitions into **Judo/Wrestling**, grabs him by the waist, lifts him, and slams him down with an impact that makes the earth quake.
Ben slowly stands, his jacket in tatters, fur burned.
His eyes harden.
He grips the pillar and rushes forward.
Dmitri, without hesitation, adopts the fluidity of **Systema** — smooth, adaptive movements, dodging by mere inches and countering with surgical precision.
A clash between raw power and absolute control.
Sweat. Blood. Rage.
Two men embodying different eras:
The monster who outlived his nation, and the colossus who protects what’s left of the world.
**Ben:** *(raising his weapon, shouting)*
Then show me the ideal you keep preaching about!
**Dmitri:** *(roaring back)*
With pleasure!
Both unleash one final strike —
but before their blows connect, a **massive explosion** detonates beside them.
A burst of flame hurls them through the air, their bodies smashing into walls and tumbling through debris.
Ben tries to rise, coughing smoke.
A shadow approaches: **Mikhail**, with his usual calm smile.
**Mikhail:**
Well, well… what a spectacle.
*—kneels down, offering a hand to Ben—*
Relax, I’m a friend of your son’s.
**Ben:** *(confused, panting)*
…Karl?
—*stares at him in disbelief*—
That boy never mentioned you.
*Mikhail just smiles as Dmitri rises slowly behind him, towering and silent.*
Suddenly, a crash from the sky.
A figure slams into the ground, raising a cloud of dust and dirt.
A guttural, almost animalistic sound echoes through the haze.
**Dmitri:** *(squinting)*
Who…?
The silhouette moves on all fours.
It launches forward like a projectile, striking Dmitri in the abdomen with a kick that sends him flying several meters back.
**Mikhail and Ben** watch in shock.
The dust clears, revealing a blood-covered figure, panting heavily, eyes glowing red.
**Mikhail:** *(softly)*
...Ezra?
Ezra roars with animal fury and lunges at Dmitri, pummeling him with inhuman speed.
His fists crash down like hammers.
Each impact reverberates through the ground.
Dmitri tries to turn his head, but the next blow slams it into the concrete; his mask shatters, metallic fragments scattering.
**Mikhail:** *(in awe)*
My gods…!
Ezra bites Dmitri’s ear and nose like a wild beast.
The Soviet giant, bleeding, tries to grab him —
but Ezra, as if his bones were made of rubber, **breaks and resets himself** instantly, slipping free of the hold.
*The sound of crunching bones and shifting muscle fills the air.*
Dmitri manages to grab him by the torso and hurls him with full force.
Ezra crashes through a wall.
Before Dmitri can catch his breath, **Isaac** emerges from the shadows, tackling him and dragging him through multiple structures, smashing through walls like paper.
The dust settles.
Ben and Mikhail remain standing, staring at the devastation.
The air fills with ash and fire.
**Mikhail:** *(looking toward the horizon, half-smiling)*
…And to think, the night’s just getting started.
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"Dmitri’s Second Fight in The Revolution arc–
Continuation of 'What if your OCs had a Boss Theme?' ''
Boss theme:
https://youtu.be/jynTNYSKNuk?si=aREIg...
Chapter:
The desert wind howled across the barren Outer Ring. The sky was a dying red, heavy with dust and silence—only the roaring of engines broke the emptiness.
The *Sons of Calydon* rode in formation, their motorcycles leaving long scars of dust behind them. The wreckage of Karin’s outpost still burned in the distance, and the last traces of battle lingered in the air. Isaac rode near the back, his eyes distant behind his cracked visor.
His mind wandered—to Caesar’s soft voice in the dark, to her warmth. *Could they really raise a child in this world?* He didn’t know. But he wanted to believe they could.
He throttled his bike forward, pulling up beside Caesar’s massive frame.
> **Isaac (smiling faintly):** “Hey, Caesar. Ever thought about—”
Before he could finish, a sharp whistling sliced the air. Devices arced through the sky like comets, landing ahead of the convoy.
**BOOM.**
Columns of smoke erupted across the sand, engulfing the road in thick white haze.
Every rider immediately hit the brakes. Caesar raised her shield; Burnice switched on the igniters of her flamethrowers; Pulchra drew her revolvers, scanning the fog.
> **Caesar (low voice):** “Something’s wrong. Stay sharp.”
The sound of footsteps—heavy, deliberate—echoed through the smoke. Piper quickly flicked on the floodlights of her truck, the beams slicing through the gray void.
And there he was.
A massive figure stepped forward, emerging like a ghost from another age. His frame was colossal—scarred muscle beneath the remnants of an old Soviet uniform, his mask cracked but unyielding. Steam hissed from his skin with every breath.
Dmitri Titanov.
> **Piper (wide-eyed):** “...Oh, shit.”
Before she could react, Dmitri’s shadow loomed over the truck. With a single, brutal motion, he *punched* the reinforced front grill.
**THUD!**
The entire truck *lifted off the ground*—its steel frame shrieking as it spun into the air, flipping like a toy. Piper’s scream was drowned by the roar of metal.
Isaac’s eyes widened. Time slowed. As the truck came down, he caught Piper’s gaze—terror and disbelief frozen between them. Then the truck slammed into the sand upside-down.
The *Sons* stopped their bikes, dust clouds rolling around them. The engines went silent.
And Dmitri stood there, calm, silent, watching them.
> **Caesar (furious):** “We knew we’d see you again, Titanov. Guess the collapse didn’t finish you.”
> **Dmitri (coldly):** “No. It takes more than rubble to end duty.”
His voice was deep, metallic—every word carried weight.
> **Dmitri:** “Karin’s gone. And that means I’m the last wall between you and your proxy.”
> **Caesar (gritting teeth):** “You call that a wall? You’re just another old ghost playing soldier.”
Piper crawled from the wreck, coughing blood and sand. Before she could stand, Dmitri reached down, grabbing her by the head and *lifting her clean off the ground.*
She screamed and swung her axe into his forearm. The blade *snapped.* Dmitri didn’t even blink.
> **Dmitri (quietly):** “You people… you remind me too much of the ones who ruined everything.”
> **Isaac (stepping forward):** “We’re not them. We fight to protect the Outer Ring—not control it. Not enslave it.”
> **Caesar:** “We’re the only ones standing between your master and everyone else out here!”
> **Dmitri:** “You’ll see soon enough.”
And with that, he hurled Piper at them. She crashed into Caesar’s shield; Burnice and Pulchra barely caught her before she hit the ground.
Dust and silence again.
Then—motion.
The Sons spread out, circling. Dmitri cracked his neck and stepped forward, every movement heavy with purpose.
The sand exploded as Lighter charged first, his flaming gauntlet blazing. He swung a haymaker that could have broken concrete—but Dmitri caught his fist mid-swing. The shockwave kicked up a cloud of grit.
Dmitri twisted his arm, slammed his elbow into Lighter’s ribs, and then *threw* him into a dune.
Caesar dashed forward, shield first, slamming into Dmitri’s torso. Sparks flew as metal met flesh, but Dmitri barely flinched. He grabbed the edge of her shield, lifted her, and *tossed her* several meters back.
Burnice used the opening, igniting a wall of fire between them. The heat shimmered, swallowing Dmitri’s shape.
> **Burnice (grinning):** “Let’s see you breathe through *that*, big guy.”
A silhouette burst through the flames. Dmitri came charging through, his fists cutting the air like sledgehammers. He grabbed Burnice’s flamethrower and *crushed* the tank like paper. It exploded in a burst of sparks, throwing her back.
Pulchra fired from the side, her revolvers spitting ether rounds. Dmitri raised his arm—each bullet dented his skin but failed to pierce it.
> **Pulchra (frustrated):** “What the hell is this guy made of!?”
Isaac moved next, teleporting with a puff of dark smoke behind Dmitri, his sword flashing down in an arc of steel and energy. Dmitri ducked, countered with a backfist that sent Isaac sprawling through the sand.
Isaac rolled to his knees, coughing. His voice trembled—not from fear, but anger.
> **Isaac:** “You fight like a machine. Is that all that’s left of you?!”
> **Dmitri (calmly):** “You speak as if you understand loss.”
> **Isaac:** “I’ve lost enough to know pain.”
> **Dmitri (his tone darkens):** “No. You don’t know what it’s like to lose *everything*—to watch your world collapse… to watch the ones you love vanish.”
Isaac hesitated, gripping his sword tighter.
> **Isaac:** “Then stop making others suffer for your pain.”
> **Dmitri (quietly):** “You don’t know what it means to lose the one person who made life worth living… right when peace was finally in reach.”
For the first time, there was something human in Dmitri’s voice. But it vanished as quickly as it came.
He lunged forward. His head smashed into Isaac’s face—**a brutal headbutt** that echoed like thunder. The force crumpled Isaac’s skull inward, blood and smoke bursting from the wound.
> **Caesar (screaming):** “ISAAC!!”
She knew he could regenerate, but seeing him fall—silent, broken—was unbearable.
Dmitri turned toward Lighter, who staggered to his feet. He wrapped one hand around the man’s throat, lifting him like a child. Lighter’s legs kicked helplessly, his skin turning purple as he clawed at Dmitri’s arm.
The other members of the Sons were down or crawling, their weapons shattered, their faces streaked with ash.
Isaac, still alive but trembling, watched through blurry vision as Lighter’s breath faltered. Something inside him *snapped*.
He pushed himself up, whispering words—an old incantation he had learned long ago. His sword began to glow, burning brighter than ever before. The fire climbed his arms, his chest, until he was a walking inferno.
> **Isaac (hoarse):** “This… ends… now!”
He swung the blade downward.
A massive wave of flaming ether shot out, engulfing Dmitri completely. The light turned the desert white. Dmitri didn’t scream. Didn’t even move.
Just the silhouette of a man—standing—then falling back, pulled by the blast.
He vanished over the edge of the cliff, crashing into the roaring river below.
Silence.
Isaac collapsed to his knees, his body burned and trembling. The *Sons of Calydon* gathered what strength they had, looking over the cliff, but there was no sign of Dmitri. Only the faint reflection of the fire on the water.
As he sank beneath the surface, Dmitri’s thoughts blurred. The pain faded. The water was cold—almost peaceful.
He saw flashes of Yelena’s face. Her smile. Her voice.
> **Yelena (softly, in memory):** “When this is all over, Dmitri… I just want us to live. Quietly. Maybe start a family. A home… far from war.”
The light dimmed. His hand reached out toward the vision.
His hand reached for her, trembling, but the vision scattered like light through water.
He opened his eyes underwater, gasping, dragging himself to the surface.
The river carried him miles downstream before he pulled himself onto the bank. He collapsed, staring at the stars.
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then the doubt came.
He thought of Wolf’s voice—commanding, cold. *“Order must come from strength. Mercy is weakness.”*
Dmitri clenched his fists.
The words felt different now—heavier. Wrong.
He had believed in duty. In rebuilding what was lost. But lately, Wolf’s methods were becoming agressive… executions, forced recruitment—none of it felt like rebuilding.
It felt like domination.
> **Dmitri (whispering to himself):** “Is this still duty… or just another tyranny wearing a hero’s face?”
The stars above blurred.
The soldier closed his eyes again, unsure whether he was more haunted by the ghosts of his past—or by the man he was still serving.
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"Dmitri’s First Fight in The Revolution arc–
Continuation of 'What if your OCs had a Boss Theme?' ''
Boss theme:
https://youtu.be/2_8TZv3hs-A?si=-7Gbf...
Chapter:
The sun was dying on the horizon of the **Outer Ring**, painting the sky in reddish hues, while the smoke from a recently destroyed base rose like a black column marking their victory.
The **Sons of Calydon** moved among the still-smoking debris, covered in dust and blood, moving quickly; they knew the **Karin bases** were preparing a direct counterattack. Time was against them.
The ground trembled slightly, and the metallic sound of heavy steps echoed among the rubble.
A massive figure appeared before them, blocking their path.
He wore a long coat, tattered by time, and a hood that barely hid the shadow of a **thick, gray beard**. Around him, four armed soldiers lined up in formation.
The silence became suffocating. The wind carried ashes and pieces of burned paper between them.
The figure lifted his head. With a firm movement, he removed his hood.
**Dmitri Anatolyevich Titanov.**
His eyes were cold, relentless; his face marked by scars and the hardness of a soldier who had survived too many wars.
His voice thundered like a cannon.
> “Soldiers of Calydon... You’ve taken much from me already. You destroy in the name of freedom, but freedom without order is just another word for chaos.”
> “I was ordered—alongside Karin—to eliminate you. But truth be told… I would’ve done it even without orders.”
Each word carried the weight of an ideology forged in steel. His tone was military, rigid, almost ceremonial.
Dmitri slowly raised his arm, his fist as large as a human head.
> “Your kind reminds me of those who tore my homeland apart. You infect the world with rebellion. I will not allow that again. I will rebuild discipline… a nation that stands.”
And with that declaration, **hell broke loose**.
The soldiers opened fire.
Bullets ricocheted off the ground, walls, and rusted containers. The **Sons of Calydon** took cover, responding with surgical precision. Caesar King led the charge, his sword cutting through the air with swift movements, while Lighter threw improvised explosives that lit up the field like lightning.
But when Dmitri stepped forward, **everything changed**.
The ground trembled beneath his weight.
The man moved through the bullets as if they were insects.
One lodged in his shoulder, but it simply **bounced off**.
He didn’t even bleed.
Lighter screamed:
> “He can’t be human!”
Dmitri extended his arm and delivered a direct strike.
Lighter barely managed to dodge.
The impact hit the ground and **disintegrated it**: a shockwave threw dust and rocks meters away, creating a crater beneath his feet.
> “Move!” —ordered Caesar.
> But Dmitri was already upon them.
One by one, the Sons of Calydon soldiers fell to his brute strength. Neither bullets, knives, nor energy attacks seemed to faze him. Each of his strikes hit like a hydraulic hammer.
Isaac —*Author*— realized that if he didn’t intervene, everyone would die there.
> “Go! Finish the other bases!” —he shouted.
Caesar turned, shaking his head.
> “Isaac, no—!”
> “Just go!” —he roared, his voice a mix of determination and fear.
As the others escaped, Isaac spun his sword, activating the energy engravings on the blade. Dmitri paused, observing him with slight interest.
> “You stay behind… foolish, but brave.”
The battle was brutal.
Isaac attacked with surgical precision, targeting weak points. But his strikes **didn’t penetrate** the Soviet colossus’s skin. Blades broke on contact, and energy attacks only tore his clothes or left **minor marks** on his flesh.
Dmitri smirked, a cruel grimace.
> “You fight like the young used to. Proud, loud... and fragile.”
He picked up a broken, old robot from the ground, lifting it with one hand, and used it as an **improvised weapon**, swinging it like a colossal hammer.
Isaac tried to dodge, but the strike hit partially, throwing him against a concrete wall. The impact knocked the wind out of him; his holographic shield sparked and shattered into a thousand fragments.
Blood dripped slowly from his forehead.
> “Heh… guess I’ll have to draw faster next time…” —he muttered, gasping to stay on his feet.
Dmitri approached, his shadow engulfing him completely.
> “You should’ve stayed with your friends.”
With a single movement, he grabbed him by the neck and **smashed his head against the ground**. The impact thundered. Isaac saw his own blood stain the earth. His breathing became irregular.
But his eyes… did not give up.
He tightened his pen.
> “You may win this round…” —he said with a faint smile.
He channeled all his remaining energy toward the ceiling. A **beam of light** tore through the structure, causing a **massive collapse**.
Dust engulfed everything.
Pieces of metal and concrete rained down among them. Dmitri tried to advance, but the beams fell one after another, blocking his path.
Isaac freed himself from his grip, coughing up blood, and staggered back toward the exit.
Before leaving, he looked back.
Through the cloud of dust, **Dmitri still stood**, staring at him through the chaos, motionless, like a statue of iron.
Their gazes met. Neither spoke.
Both knew that **this would not be the last time** they saw each other.
Isaac disappeared into the shadows of the Outer Ring, while the rubble partially buried the Soviet giant.
And in the midst of silence, a voice echoed in Dmitri’s mind, Yelena’s voice, distant like an echo from the past:
> *“You always fight for ghosts, Dmitri… when will you fight for yourself?”*
The colossus gritted his teeth, breathing heavily.
Even in the darkness, **his eyes still burned like the fire of an old nation that refuses to die.**
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Masón's redemption...?
Boss theme:
https://youtu.be/6dA0dU3oaAI?si=Z7R5b...
Chapter:
The hangar trembled with distant echoes of battle. Masón Harper had just staggered back from his clash with Jane and Mikhail, sweat running down his temples, his breath ragged. His revolvers still smoked, his jacket burned in some spots, but his eyes were sharp—almost feverish.
He barked at the soldiers scattered around him.
“Move it, you bastards! Get to the conflict zone! Faster!”
His voice cracked with fury as he shoved one man to the ground, pulled another to his feet, and pointed toward the exit. Reluctantly, the troops rushed off, leaving Masón alone in the cavernous silence of the hangar.
For a moment, the only sound was his own breathing. Then—clang. A metallic thump echoed above. Masón froze, revolvers already raised. Another thump. Without hesitation, he fired into the ducts.
The panels burst open. Two figures dropped down, landing in crouches before recomposing themselves.
Billy Kid twirled his revolvers with that cocky flourish of his, eyes glowing like molten gold. Beside him stood Mikhail, blade gleaming in the dim light, smirk plastered across his face.
“Well, well,” Mikhail sneered, his voice dripping mockery. “All this blood, all this noise—for what? Just so you can line your pockets? You’re nothing more than a glorified mercenary chasing scraps. Pathetic.”
Billy glanced sideways, clearly annoyed at Mikhail’s taunting, but before he could intervene, Mikhail lunged. Steel clashed against flesh as Masón blocked with the butt of his revolver. The two wrestled violently, each grunting with exertion. Billy barely found the space to aim, his finger twitching on the trigger, but the combatants moved too close, too fast.
Then Masón snapped. With a feral snarl, he drove his head forward, clamped his teeth onto Mikhail’s ear, and ripped. Blood spattered across the floor as Mikhail screamed in agony, staggering back with crimson dripping down his jaw.
“You son of a—!” Mikhail swung his blade wildly, striking Masón hard in the chest and forcing him back. Masón stumbled, but his revolvers came up instantly, barrels leveled. His voice was ragged, trembling with rage.
“I’m done with this circus! I’ll tear you both apart if it’s the last thing I do!” His words cracked like gunfire. “You ruined everything I built—everything I bled for!”
Billy’s confident mask slipped, replaced by unease. Even Mikhail paused, clutching his bleeding head, his mocking grin gone. For the first time, they saw not a mercenary—but a man unraveling.
Mikhail steadied himself, sword raised. “You’ve lost it, Harper.” He crouched low. “Then we’ll put you down like the rabid dog you are.”
He dashed forward, blade flashing. Masón’s revolvers barked, bullets ricocheting off Mikhail’s spinning sword. Sparks lit the hangar as steel deflected lead. Billy sidestepped, circling for a clean shot.
Masón ducked under Mikhail’s swing, rolled behind him, and pressed the muzzle to his back. He fired—clang! The bullet bounced harmlessly off a defensive shield that flared around Mikhail’s helmet. Snarling, Masón pivoted, firing wildly to keep Billy at bay.
The two attackers regrouped, their formation tight. Masón narrowed his eyes, muscles coiled. His voice echoed like a thunderclap through the hangar:
“MASÓN HARPER! FIFTH GENERAL OF THE ECLIPSE DIVISION!”
The declaration hung heavy, like a death sentence.
Gunfire and steel collided in a storm. Masón slid across the oil-slick floor, revolvers blazing, smoke swirling around him. He vaulted onto stacked crates, firing down with pinpoint accuracy. He vanished into the shadows, only to reappear with flashbangs exploding, dazzling light filling the hangar. Billy and Mikhail tracked him only through the glint of his bullets, each shot aimed to kill.
The fight grew brutal, chaotic. Masón hurled a smoke grenade, then burst from the haze, revolvers spinning. Mikhail countered with blade arcs that sparked as bullets ricocheted. Billy fired covering shots, his revolvers singing in tandem. Masón ducked, slid beneath machinery, and reemerged with a shotgun blast that rattled the rafters.
Then—the world tore apart. A stray bullet hit a fuel line. Gasoline ignited, and the hangar erupted in a thunderous explosion. The shockwave hurled all three combatants into the air.
Masón, Billy, and Mikhail crashed onto the roof of a moving transport truck. The metal groaned under their combined weight. Masón rolled to his feet first, firing at point-blank. Billy ducked, returning fire as sparks rained down. Mikhail spun, his blade carving arcs as the truck barreled forward.
The vehicle swerved, throwing them off balance. Masón smashed a boot into Mikhail’s chest, sending him tumbling toward the edge. Billy grabbed him just in time, firing over his shoulder to keep Masón at bay. With one desperate kick, Mikhail sent Masón sprawling into another convoy following behind.
Billy and Mikhail leapt clear as the trucks collided. The explosion painted the night sky orange.
On the cracked pavement, Billy and Mikhail dragged themselves upright, coughing, their bodies aching. Reinforcements arrived—Nicole, Anby, Nekomata, and Amelia—but before they could regroup, Eclipse Division soldiers surrounded them, weapons drawn.
Meanwhile, inside the wrecked convoy, Masón lay sprawled, staring at the torn ceiling. His chest rose and fell heavily. His eyes, once fierce, now stared hollow into nothingness.
So this is it, he thought. No matter what I do… I lose. Even the money—it won’t bring them back. His parents’ faces flickered in memory, blurred and distant. The weight of futility crushed him.
With a groan, he forced himself upright. Rage gave way to emptiness. He kicked open the twisted door and staggered out into the moonlight.
The soldiers snapped their rifles toward him. One barked, “General Harper, what are your orders for the rebels?”
Masón’s revolvers twitched up before thought could intervene. Bang. Bang. Bang. In seconds, every soldier dropped, skulls and throats blown apart with merciless precision. Silence swallowed the battlefield.
Everyone stared—Billy, Mikhail, Nicole, Anby, Nekomata… even Amelia, her eyes wide.
Masón didn’t explain. He holstered his revolvers and started walking toward the flames of battle. He stopped, turned his head, and barked hoarsely:
“Don’t just stand there. Move your asses!”
Amelia’s lips parted, realization dawning. He hadn’t switched sides for honor. Not for redemption. He was simply done. Tired of the game, tired of the blood, tired of being a pawn in a pointless war.
She understood then—Masón wasn’t fighting for anyone. He was fighting because he wanted it to end.
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"Masón’s Second Fight in The Revolution arc–
Continuation of 'What if your OCs had a Boss Theme?' ''
Boss theme:
https://youtu.be/0vp_4vc-btI?si=etIVC...
Chapter:
*The screen opens on a ruined battlefield. Smoldering debris and cracked concrete form a labyrinth of jagged cover. The sound of distant artillery echoes, faint but constant. A haze of dust lingers in the air.*
**\[Wide Shot]**
Jane and Mikhail move cautiously over the rubble, side by side. Mikhail’s greatsword drags against a steel beam with a metallic screech as he struggles to keep pace.
**Mikhail**: *(grunting, touching his ribs)* Damn… Dmitri’s swing almost crushed my whole chest. The guy hits like a damn tank.
**Jane**: *(calm, sharp tone while scanning ahead)* Less whining. More moving. Eclipse Division won’t stop until we’re corpses.
**Mikhail**: *(snorts)* Yeah, yeah… soldier Wolf’s “glorious order.” What a joke.
**Jane**: *(glancing at him, serious)* Don’t forget—you were supposed to be their golden dog. Till you said “no.” Till you saw what they really wanted from us.
*Their footsteps crunch over broken glass. For a moment, there’s a fragile calm…*
**\[Sudden Cut – Sound of Rockets Firing]**
Two missiles scream toward them.
**Jane**: *(eyes widening)* Incoming!
*She flips elegantly to the side, tail curling around a piece of rebar as she lands gracefully. Mikhail panics, slips on the rubble, and crashes flat on his back.*
**Mikhail**: *(groaning)* Son of a—!
*The missiles detonate far behind, the shockwave rattling the ruins.*
**Jane**: *(leaning down, smirking as she offers her hand)* Always the clumsy knight, huh?
**Mikhail**: *(grabs her hand, pulling himself up with a sheepish grin)* You love it.
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**\[Camera Shift – Low Angle]**
From the smoke, armored vehicles roar out, encircling them in a tightening ring. Spotlights blind them as the hum of mounted guns drowns out the silence.
*Doors slam open. Soldiers in Eclipse Division colors rush out, rifles up. The first shots crack through the air.*
**\[Medium Shot – Jane]**
She dashes forward, knives flashing. Her movements are serpentine, each dodge followed by a slash to throats and legs. Her blades catch the light—gleaming skulls etched into the steel.
**\[Close Shot – Mikhail]**
He grips his sword, the metal singing as it cleaves through rifles and armor. His swings are brutal and heavy, knocking soldiers off their feet. One enemy lunges—Mikhail impales him, then kicks the body away with savage strength.
**Jane**: *(breathing steady, mocking)* Sloppy. They send us children now?
**Mikhail**: *(grinning, wiping blood from his cheek)* Then let’s babysit-
*Gets hit by a soldier who was charging*
*The camera spins around them, showing their coordinated slaughter—Jane carving quick, precise lines while Mikhail delivers crushing blows.*
**\[Wide Shot – Suddenly]**
A figure launches high into the sky from the hatch of a vehicle, silhouetted against the burning horizon. A strange weapon gleams in his hands.
**Jane**: *(eyes narrowing)* …That’s no soldier.
**Mikhail**: Oh, shit—
*The figure aims. A blast erupts from a grenade launcher—an Astral-modified weapon.*
**Jane**: *“Move!”*
*They dive aside as the explosion rocks the battlefield, a wall of fire tearing through rubble. Smoke cloaks the figure as he lands heavily, boots crunching on ash.*
**\[Close Reveal]**
The smoke clears. It’s **Masón Harper**. His revolvers hang at his belt, dynamite strapped to his chest, but his grip tightens around the grenade launcher. His face is pale, jaw tense, eyes bloodshot with exhaustion and fury.
**Masón**: *(snarling, voice hoarse)* Amelia… She walked away. Betrayed us. Betrayed me. And you two—traitors, rats gnawing on Wolf’s plans. I’m sick of it.
**Jane**: *(mocking smirk, tilting her head)* Poor doggy. Master throws you scraps, and now you think you’re a hunter?
**Mikhail**: *(snaps back, pointing his sword at Masón)* You chose this, Harper. You chose to kill for coins. Don’t paint yourself a martyr.
Masón: (snarling, stepping forward) And you didn’t? Don’t act high and mighty. You two have blood on your hands, same as me. Don’t forget the things you stole, the people you hurt.
Jane: (cold, cutting tone, her eyes narrowing) Difference is—we knew when we crossed the line. We never made war on shelters filled with innocents. We’re thieves, Harper, not butchers. You? You aimed straight for the helpless. That’s the only road you know.
Masón falters for a fraction of a second, his jaw clenching, before roaring and firing again.
*Masón fires, explosions ripping the battlefield apart. He leaps from vehicle to vehicle with unnerving agility, raining down fire like a gunslinger in hell.*
**Jane**: *(rolling, knives flashing as she parries bullets off steel walls)* Persistent bastard, isn’t he?
**Mikhail**: *(charging forward, laughing)* Then let’s break him!
*Jane closes in. A clash—her blade slices across Masón’s hand, severing two fingers. He roars in pain, the grenade launcher clattering to the ground.*
**Masón**: *(screaming, clutching his hand)* DAMN YOU!
*Desperate, he dives into a nearby vehicle. A heartbeat later, the roof hatch bursts open—Masón grips the mounted machine gun. He opens fire wildly, bullets shredding concrete and sending sparks flying.*
* Masón’s eyes—wide, veins bulging. Each trigger pull flashes memories:
* A young Masón in the bush, missing his mark on a kangaroo.
* His father’s angry voice. His mother’s hollow stare.
* The weight of hunger. The need for money.
* Every bullet then… every bullet now… always survival.
**Mikhail**: *(roaring with wild laughter as he sprints forward)* You’re not the only beast, Harper!
*He leaps onto the vehicle, shoving his sword through the windshield. The driver screams—blood sprays. The vehicle jerks, flips violently, crashing in a fireball.*
**\[Close Shot – Masón]**
He’s hurled from the wreck, slamming into the ground. His arm twists unnaturally—broken. He groans, teeth grit, blood dripping from his lips.
**Jane**: *(walking forward, coldly)* It’s over, hunter.
*Before she can finish, gunfire rattles from behind. Eclipse soldiers reappear, forcing Jane and Mikhail back. They cut through them, but when the smoke clears—Masón is gone.*
**\[Last Shot]**
Masón stumbles through the ruins, clutching his shattered arm, eyes wild with rage. His voice breaks in a whisper:
**Masón**: *(to himself)* Everything… everything I built… it’s slipping through my fingers…
*Fade to black.*
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"Masón’s First Fight in The Revolution arc–
Continuation of 'What if your OCs had a Boss Theme?' ''
Boss theme:
https://youtu.be/6s8WRzut_Ek?si=a9FF1...
Chapter:
The sewers formed a dark, fetid labyrinth, with air thick from moisture, rust, and decay. Every step echoed uncomfortably in the black waters. The Cunning Hares moved silently, unusually serious—their usual humor and lightness gone. Their somberness was justified: Billy had been missing for two days.
Nicole led the group, eyes red and jaw tight, consumed by guilt, convinced that Billy’s disappearance was her fault. Belle had traced a lead to the sewers, leading them deeper into filthier, narrower passages, but retreat was never an option.
Eventually, they reached a metal gate. Beyond it, the ruins gave way to a stark technological complex with polished metal walls, flickering neon lights, and advanced military design. There, suspended by cables like a dissected creature, was Billy. Parts of his body were disassembled, his visor embedded with massive screws. Horror struck Nicole as she tried to free him. Together, the group pulled Billy from the machine, reconnecting essential parts while retreating. Billy, barely conscious, breathed heavily, mechanical and strained.
When Nicole finally asked what had happened, Billy described two assailants: one normal-sized and one large. They had electrocuted him, implanted chips in his face, and disassembled him while extracting something vital. Nicole fell to her knees in anguish, blaming herself, but Billy reassured her that being together now was what mattered. They restored his jacket and pistols, only for a gunshot to shatter the brief relief.
Mason Harper appeared, calm and menacing, holding a revolver. The hunter who had once treated Billy as a trophy revealed himself as their adversary. Mason declared his work “business,” hired to eliminate the city’s criminals for the new regime, mocking the Cunning Hares for their moral code. He trapped them in the room, unleashing his arsenal of weapons with precision and cruelty.
A chaotic battle ensued: Anby, Nicole, Nekomata, and Billy fought Mason, exchanging shots, strikes, and dodges amid smoke, sparks, and flying debris. Mason’s skill and cunning forced the group to coordinate attacks carefully. Billy, overcoming fear, engaged Mason directly. Both aimed at each other, weapons raised, in a tense standoff.
During the fight, Mason unleashed explosives and chemical rounds, showing lethal efficiency. Yet the Cunning Hares—working together with precision—kept up, exploiting gaps and coordinating attacks. Eventually, Mason was struck by heavy machinery, shattering his jaw and leaving him temporarily incapacitated. The group seized the chance to retreat, taking Billy with them, aware that Mason remained a looming threat.
As they fled, Mason lay on the floor, groaning and injured, yet his arrogance and coldness persisted. A fleeting memory appeared in his mind: a bright, blurred vision of a payphone and voices asking if he was okay, a faint trace of forgotten humanity. The memory faded, leaving him alone amidst the chaos of the warehouse, while the Cunning Hares escaped, aware that the danger was far from over.
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Karin's redemption
Boss theme:
https://youtu.be/3AKRhnrpWKg?si=iHQ_K...
Chapter:
The attack on the Eclipse Division base was a hell of fire and metal. Explosions shook the corridors, the screams of soldiers and the clash of weapons echoing through every corner. Each faction was carrying out their mission: some destroyed generators, others held back enemy waves, while the Sons of Calydon held firm on the front line, containing the reinforcements that tried to retake the complex.
But Caesar had been forced to break away from the group to cover a flank that was close to collapsing. Through smoke, fire, and dust, she advanced with her shield raised, until her steps carried her into an open space amid the ruins of what had once been a wing of the base. There, among the rubble, a figure was waiting.
Chandra Karin.
He stood tall, his Khanda sword resting on the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat ran down his forehead, and yet, on his lips lingered that same smile of mockery and calm that defined him.
“Well, well…” Karin said, his tone tired but dripping with irony. “No matter how hard I hit, the Sons of Calydon always come back. Like mosquitoes around an open wound.”
Caesar gritted her teeth and lowered her shield slightly, studying his every movement.
“And no matter how much you destroy,” she replied firmly, “there will always be someone willing to stand up and face you.”
Karin let out a dry laugh.
“Face me?” He stepped forward. “I’m tired, Caesar. Tired of this game. Your attacks, your shouts of ‘revolution,’ your false promises… they’re nothing but another form of chaos. You’re just a nuisance, noise… nothing more.”
“A nuisance.” Caesar’s eyes locked onto his. “That’s what we are to you? Just an inconvenience to your conquest? You’ve reduced towns to ashes, turned homes into graveyards. And all for what? To fill your own emptiness?”
Karin tilted his head, still smiling arrogantly, but in his eyes flickered a glint of genuine weariness.
“You don’t understand, Caesar. I don’t fight for pleasure or for glory. I fight because if I don’t, the world will crush me again. Because if I don’t destroy you first… I’ll go back to being that weak child who lost everything.”
Caesar was taken aback, seeing for a moment a reflection of pain in him. But she refused to soften.
“You’re no child. You’re a monster who chose to become the executioner of innocents. And that’s why… today it ends.”
Both fell silent. The wind dragged dust and sparks from the nearby fires. Then, at the same time, they stepped forward. Their blades clashed, sparks bursting as they locked eyes—Caesar with determination, Karin with exhaustion and fury.
And then, as if the world itself froze, a roar rang out deep in the battlefield:
CHANDRA KARIN
SIXTH GENERAL OF THE ECLIPSE DIVISION
They quickly broke apart. Caesar raised her sword and shield, her lips tight with resolve. Karin unleashed a brutal strike with the Khanda, which Caesar blocked with her shield—the impact rattling her bones. She countered with an upward slash, but his nanotech armor flared: the Khanda dissolved into particles and reformed as an Urumi, a steel whip with razor edges that spiraled through the air with deadly whistles. Caesar stepped back, shielding herself as sparks scattered off her defenses.
Karin didn’t relent. The whip vanished again, and in his hand appeared a curved Talwar, which spun in rapid circles. With a flurry of slashes, he forced Caesar back against a column. She shoved with her shield, knocking him off balance, and countered with a slash that tore into part of his armor.
He smiled, blood seeping from his arm.
“That’s more like it. A real fight.”
With a roar, Karin unleashed another transformation: two Bagh Nakh, clawed gauntlets glowing with astral energy. He lunged like a beast, his strikes a whirlwind of claws. Caesar blocked the first few, but one blow raked through her armor at the side, tearing a pained gasp from her lips.
She retaliated, smashing the edge of her shield into Karin’s face, sending him reeling and spitting blood. Instead of slowing, he laughed.
“Yes! This is how destiny is forged!”
With a gesture, his armor shifted into a massive Gada, a war mace. He raised it high and slammed it down with brutal force. Caesar raised her shield, but the impact sent her flying backward, crashing through rubble in a cloud of dust.
Panting, she rose from the haze, sword raised, charging forward. They collided in the center of the chamber: steel against steel, every strike ringing like thunder. Astral sparks filled the air, shockwaves splitting rubble, fires roaring higher.
Karin hurled a Chakram, whistling toward Caesar, forcing her to duck. He appeared behind her with a Pata (gauntlet blade), slashing for a killing blow, but Caesar twisted, driving her sword into the ground and releasing a shockwave that forced him back.
The climax came in a final frenzied exchange. Caesar rammed forward with her shield, Karin countered with his restored Khanda, and the clash was so brutal that both were hurled apart.
Caesar rolled across the ground, struggling to rise, breath ragged. Karin collapsed to his knees, clutching his ribs, pain etched across his face.
In the silence broken only by fire and distant battle, Isaac appeared. Bloodied and exhausted from his fight with Dmitri, his voice cracked when he saw Caesar lying there. He rushed to her, cradling her carefully.
“Caesar! Come on, wake up… don’t do this to me, please…”
Karin watched them. He staggered a few steps, dragging the Khanda, ready to end it. But then he stopped. The sight struck him like a dagger to the chest.
For a moment, he didn’t see Caesar and Isaac. He saw his sister, lifeless in his arms, and himself begging in vain. A knot formed in his throat.
He looked at the injection in his left hand. His face hardened, torn by hesitation. Finally, he stepped closer.
Isaac, seeing him, raised his head with fury, ready to fight, but Karin extended his arm slowly, offering the injection.
“Give it to her,” he said hoarsely. “It’ll help her recover.”
Isaac stared at him, heart pounding, suspicion burning in his eyes. But at last, he took it. When he looked back up, Karin was already turning away.
Without another word, he walked off into the ruins, his silhouette swallowed by smoke and destruction.
Isaac watched him go, torn between anger and confusion… and a strange spark of doubt in his chest.
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"Karin’s Second Fight in The Revolution arc–
Continuation of ''What if your OCs had a Boss Theme?''
Boss theme: https://youtu.be/FhHeGZoWl0g?si=2n6JJ...
Chapter:
The sun was setting over the Outer Ring desert, painting the horizon in a blazing orange. The group sped forward in their vehicles, dust rising in their wake. They had destroyed what remained of Karin’s bases, but at a heavy cost: Isaac was still locked in combat with Dmitri. And though everyone knew Isaac was strong, Caesar couldn’t help but feel anxious. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, knuckles white from gripping the wheel so tightly.
Suddenly, the road revealed a silhouette. There was Karin. Standing in the middle of the highway, the setting sun lighting up his figure. His white armor gleamed through the drifting sand, and on his face was that familiar smile: a mixture of mockery and serenity.
Everyone slowed until they came to a stop. The silence of the desert became unbearable. Karin raised a hand, almost in a diplomatic gesture.
“I’m not here to ambush you. I just… want to talk,” he said softly, his voice dripping with irony.
The others exchanged glances. Distrust. Contained hatred. They waited for Caesar’s signal. She remained rigid, watching him in silence. Finally, she raised her hand and gave the order: dismount.
They lined up by the roadside, each ready to react at a moment’s notice.
It was Lucy who broke the silence first, her voice full of rage.
“Talk? After all the chaos you’ve caused in the Outer Ring! Families destroyed, settlements burning, children buried under the sand. And you dare stand here and speak as if nothing happened?”
Karin tilted his head, amused.
“Ah, Lucy… always wearing your heart on your sleeve. But tell me, what is chaos if not a necessary movement? The Outer Ring was already rotting. I merely accelerated the process.”
“Accelerated the process?!” Lucy spat back, almost lunging to strike him. “You’re a murderer, Karin. Nothing more.”
Karin sighed, lifting a finger like a weary teacher.
“No, my dear. I am a reminder. A sign that revolution waits for no one.”
The argument swelled, each word feeding the tension in the air. Caesar, who until then had remained silent, finally stepped forward. Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with restrained fury.
“Then tell me, Karin. Why? Why follow this path of destruction?”
For the first time, Karin’s smile faltered. He lowered his gaze for just a moment. And when he spoke, his tone had changed. No mockery, no irony.
“Because… I want to stop others from suffering what I did.” He paused, as if the confession weighed on him. “No one should lose everything the way I did.”
Caesar stared at him, caught between disbelief and a fleeting flicker of compassion. But the moment shattered as quickly as it appeared. Karin smiled again—that smile that made their blood boil.
Caesar tightened her shield against her arm.
“Then… we’ll stop you.”
“Perfect.” Karin readied his Dhal (shield) at his side and activated his Pata (straight sword), pointing it at Caesar. His voice was firm, mocking once more.
“Ok… let’s dance.”
A metallic mask closed over his face.
The battle began.
Karin shot forward at the group like a projectile. Caesar raised her shield just in time, the impact shaking the ground, sending sand into the air. Both slid back several meters, metal vibrating with Astral force. Caesar staggered but held her ground, gasping from the blow.
Lucy and Piper tried to flank him, striking from either side. Karin spun gracefully, blocking both attacks with his Khanda, the blade glowing on impact. With a swift motion of his shield, he shoved them back, forcing them to retreat.
A burst of flame lit the air: Burnice unleashed her flamethrower, creating a roaring wall of fire between them. The heat engulfed Karin, who raised his Dhal to shield his face, retreating for an instant. But that second was enough for Lighter to appear head-on, throwing a brutal hook.
The blow hurled Karin back, crashing him into the sand. He rose with a rough laugh. Ahead, Lighter was already charging to continue the assault.
Karin switched tactics, activating his Gada (mace). The ground trembled as the two clashed: Lighter’s flaming downward strike against Karin’s rising swing. The shockwave froze them both for an instant. Karin reacted first, seizing Lighter’s arm, hoisting him, and slamming him viciously into the ground.
Pulchra arrived just in time, disarming Karin’s weapons with precise strikes, leaving him exposed for a heartbeat. But Karin only smiled, deploying Bagh Nakh (claws) from his armor and lunging at her in a flurry of savage slashes.
Then Caesar intervened, tearing across his neck with a shield strike. Pulchra followed up, driving a deep thrust into his leg, piercing bone and muscle. Karin roared in pain, but retaliated by grabbing Caesar and hurling her through the air like a projectile, knocking Pulchra down.
The fight spiraled into frenzy. Everyone hurled themselves at Karin at once. The ground thundered with each clash, and his white armor began to crack. Piece by piece, the metal fell into the sand. Finally, only his nanotech undersuit remained, the source of his arsenal.
Karin spread his arms, watching the fragments of his armor float back into the air with Astral energy.
“Do you really think this will stop me?” he laughed mockingly.
Caesar gave the order:
“Grab the fragments, now!”
While the others scrambled to disable the pieces, Caesar and Lighter faced Karin head-on. He didn’t back down—he flipped backward and launched himself at Caesar with a strike charged in Astral energy. The impact sent rocks and wind flying, forcing her to block with all her strength.
Lighter struck from the side, but Karin spun midair and swept him off his feet, slamming him into the ground. Surrounded, Karin let out a roar and unleashed a blast of Astral energy that not only knocked them all back but also drew every piece of armor back to his body. The armor reassembled seamlessly, more menacing than ever.
His Khanda ignited with energy.
“Now… the real game begins.”
The battle turned savage. Karin moved like a storm, every strike a blend of martial skill and sheer brutality. Caesar and Lighter managed to synchronize, striking together. At last, in a perfect moment of coordination, they attacked from opposite sides.
Their blows landed simultaneously. Karin’s body cracked under the combined force, splitting in two. His torso fell heavily into the sand, organs spilling slowly. The silence was absolute.
Caesar collapsed onto the ground, gasping, thinking it was over.
A gunshot shattered the moment. A bullet tore through her shoulder. Lucy shouted:
“Cover!”
They dove behind rocks. In the distance, Karin’s soldiers opened fire relentlessly. Two of them rushed forward, lifting Karin’s torso and legs onto a stretcher and shoving him into an armored vehicle. Caesar watched helplessly as they injected him with something. His torso began to regenerate.
Two soldiers stayed behind to finish them off, but fell instantly: a sharp shot, a clean burst.
It was Isaac. Exhausted, wounded, but alive.
Caesar could barely hold back her tears of relief at the sight of him.
“Isaac…!”
He limped forward, determined despite his injuries.
“No time. We have to reach New Eridu. What’s coming will be worse.”
Everyone nodded, mounting their vehicles once again. The roar of engines filled the desert as they sped away, the shadow of Karin still chasing them in their minds.
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