My my what pitiful excuse for a mortal vermin. By the time he was deflecting the beam he noticed the brat had vanished. His expression shifting somewhere between angry and annoyed. His brow twitching before he exhaled slowly.
“Oh well…I do enjoy a good game of cat and mouse. Especially with thoes who are thorns in my side. You hear that trunks?” He asked. Voice raised to where it carried through miles of rubble and debris. He knew he could hear him. He had to be somewhere in the area. His smile small as he gently glided through the air. His eyes scanning the rubble in sight of anything blue. Any movement that made him even suspect it was the boy.“Gods usually don’t remember every ant that dies but I remember one very fondly. I hold it in my heart close. Near and dear to me. The glorious honor of killing your mother. She was such a pest. A sad waste of flesh and blood.”
He chuckled. Clenching his fist before spreading his arms out amidst a clearing.“ Her screams of agony were glorious! To watch such agony. It was like a beautiful song to my ears. Tell me boy. Do you wish to join her?” He asked. Looking around he chuckled to himself. He wondered how hard the boy must be struggling to keep his composure.
How the monster’s words burned his ears, anger nearly immediately rising to the surface, the small bit of rationality he maintained stopped him from rushing recklessly at the beast in a fruitless attempt to strike him down. Even so, his fury increased as he nearly stood up from his hiding spot to attempt to cut down the man gloating about all the death he was responsible for. There was nothing running through his mind than the nearly overwhelming desire to emerge and cut through both his enemy’s head and his words all at the same time and end the nightmare that plagued this world.
But he wasn’t strong enough for that, all he’d accomplish would be his swift death, he had to be smart. As painful as it was right now, as much as he wanted nothing but to avenge everyone and kill Black for his actions in the most excruciating fashion, he had no choice but to think first rather than act without a plan. He was the last challenge after all, treated like a toy or not, Trunks knew that this world would continue to exist as long as he kept living. And maybe he’d have a chance to save what remained. But he couldn’t hide forever, eventually the imposter’s patience would run out, and he’d simply attempt to blast the entire area to pieces to force him out of hiding. He had to act sooner rather than later.
Carefully unsheathing his blade, he’d examine it for a moment, the cracks along the blade were indicative that it had worn out its use as a weapon, it’d be no surprise if it broke the next two or three times he were to strike the self-proclaimed god. No matter, that’s not what he wanted it for.
Practiced movements would help him quietly move through the rubble, attempting to get a good angle of his opponent Stopping once he had been close enough to be considered behind Black, this was when his move was made. With only a single grunt, he’d throw the blade directly at Black, and as the blade spun through the air, he’d force a golden aura to surround him once more for a much needed boost to approach Black from the opposite direction, aiming to land a kick on his head in the brief time he was focused on the sword.
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