God of Destruction: Living Among Mortals

Nova took a deep breath, darting forward, looking for the center of the dartboard. His feet were heavily slamming against the ground, unearthing his slight nervousness, since one wrong move could take his entire team out.

The scout followed closely behind, leaving no blind spots, his eyes constantly scanning like a robot, whispering updates, since every team was given an earpiece to communicate with each other. "Left flank, one enemy approaching. Two o'clock. Shadow girl, prepare for combat."

Then, a sudden fireball ascended towards him, which he gracefully dodged, adjusting instantly. He slipped behind a large rock as the enemy advanced. Though he didn't stay there, he kept moving forward, not wanting to slow down.

Behind him, the shy improvised a distraction, smoke bombs that sent a wave of chaos through the blue team, making them fumble their formation.

Every team had smoke bombs, earpieces for comms, and even a singular military-grade vest, which was supposed to reduce the amount of damage done to the wearer. Nova wasn't wearing the vest, but instead, the shadow girl was. Similar to the other team, the defender was wearing the vest, instead of the attacker, as the vest also slowed the person down.

Nova saw the two attackers on the blue team, both working in unison, and had to sneak past them somehow. So, he told the shy girl to create another distraction, in which the two members split up, so he could take them out one by one.

He noticed that the guy on the right was the one who could manipulate fire, which meant he was the more dangerous threat there, since the other guy didn't seem to have a single pillar. He knew if he got too close, the guy could blast him into a million pieces with the fireball, but he also knew that if he stayed at a distance, the same thing could happen.

Alright, focus, Nova. He thought, as his veins on his temple bloomed. I have to take down the fire manipulator at all costs; otherwise, we are guaranteed to lose. Fire boy's the real threat. Which means I have to deal with him first. But the problem with that is, I will be fucked either way. Short range, long range, he can easily blast me into a million pieces if I am not careful. His gears started to turn. Although it wasn't the greatest plan, it was all he could come up with.  Though if I do get very close, he would be more reluctant to use his fire powers, since it could burn him as well. And I am assuming he wouldn't like that. Which means that's his weakness.

His eyes flickered from left to right, following the attacker's steps, jolting every bit of information down, as if he had hyperthymesia. The other seems to be ordinary, but he is also hiding his hand, which makes me think that he is either weak… or he is a monster. I'll assume the worst.

He ducked low, darting between rocks as the fire manipulator hurled another fireball at him. The heat kissed his cheeks, close enough to burn skin, but not enough for him to react.

His jaw clenched, smirking at the fire manipulator, Yes, keep going. Keep wasting your energy. The more you throw, the less control you'll have when I close the gap.

"Shy girl, smoke now!" he exclaimed into the earpiece.

The air rippled with another smoke bomb, clouds rolling across the field. The two blue attackers stumbled, coughing, squinting, splitting apart just as Nova predicted.

His heartbeat fastened, his mind sharp. He dissected all the possibilities of taking both of them down, like equations. The fire guy will panic when he loses sight. He'll try to clear space with a big move. That means his body will stiffen for the cast. That's my opening. I need one second. Only one fucking second.

He sprinted through the smoke, closing in on the faint glow of flames through the clouds. His grip tightened, his knuckles anticipating, craving for blood. He smiled like a maniac. His adrenaline was through the roof, and his heart rate followed his adrenaline.

The fire guy panicked, unleashing a wide burst of fire, burning away the smoke in a sudden flash. Nova was already there, slipping in at his blind spot. Like I said, too wide, too reckless. Way too predictable. Restraint is the key to success.

He punched the man's legs, sweeping the man's legs before he could launch another shot. The guy crashed down, unable to move a single muscle, coughing heavily. He tried to form a spark, but even the tiniest of sparks refused.

Nova loomed over him, eyes wild, breath ragged. His fists clenched so tightly the skin on his knuckles split.

He didn't hesitate.

He drove his fist straight into the guy's jaw. The sound was so sharp, so guttural. It was bone meeting bone, and one of the bones was now fractured. The man's head whipped sideways, teeth snapping together as he choked on his own breath. Nova didn't give him a chance to recover; he followed up with a knee to the gut, folding him like paper.

"Too slow, and too fucking weak." Nova spat, his voice low, filled to the brim with malicious intent.

The fire manipulator wheezed, sparks flickering uselessly at his fingertips, but Nova stomped his hand flat against the ground, heel grinding into the wrist.

Another punch, this time to the temple. Then an elbow to the nose. Nova's world had narrowed to a rhythm of violence: strike, breath, strike again. His mind was clear, every move calculated.

I can't stop. This feeling... I haven't felt like this for a long time.

The man thrashed once, trying to kick free. Nova caught the leg mid-swing, twisted, and slammed his boot down into the attacker's knee with a sickening crack. The scream that followed was high, broken, and desperate.

Nova's lip curled into a grin. "That's better, now you're quiet."