Fight the Bullet (Daniel) [Done]

[Lepa]

Even as he tried to remain composed, Omega still couldn't believe it. He clenched a fist experimentally, and the once illusionary magic became true as he felt the dark energies pulsate through his body. Just... what the hell was going on here...?

"Tell you what. You showed me your cool magic trick. How abouts I show you what I can do?"

Omega snapped his attention back to the short man Big Fellow, who began a slow walk towards him. Omega had barely noticed the discarded steel bar that had been mangled to the man's shape, but it was enough to tell Omega that Daniel was also more than he seemed. With each step he took, it was like an ominous aura exuded from Daniel, and the intense shadows cast upon him only served to show off the impressive shape of his flexing muscles. The sight was enough to instill the smallest twinge of fear within him, though Omega would never admit it. Again, he cast his gaze back down to the dark flames that licked out of his body, wondering if it would be enough to stand evenly against this enigmatic man who relished combat as he did. Omega's brow furrowed.

He understood.

Looking up and clenching his fists, the shadowed flames responded in kind, empowering Omega's body with a newfound strength he'd never known before. He too began to step forward towards Daniel as his own aura emitting a menacing air of its own. "You're approaching me?" Omega growled, the magical darkness distorting his voice once again. He chuckled, all too amused with the turn of events. "Hmhmhm...! Then by all means, Big Fellow!" He stomped closer, his aura growing stronger. "SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE CAPABLE OF!"

[The Izzack]

As Daniel continued to approach, he had a sudden thought go through his head.

He didn't actually know the extent of this guy's power. Sure, he had been launched good by it, but how strong was this guy actually? Far as he saw, it was about time to put this to the test.

Daniel stopped suddenly, and raised one foot high into the air, as if he were some sort of showboating sumo wrestler, and then slammed it into the concrete, cracking it heavily. Then, in one fluid motion, he scooped up the largest piece he could, and launched it towards his foe. Immediately after launching this projectile, he charged, fist raised, ready to wallop this joker as he was distracted in defending himself against the first attack. "Batter up, small fry!" he taunted as he sped towards his foe.

[Lepa]

So... this was his power.

Without a second thought, Omega raised his hand to his side, palm open. He clenched his hand into a fist, the shadow aura traveling through his arm and into his grasp, materializing into his weapon of choice: his iconic mop. As he held it up in front of him like a sword, he took a moment to marvel at how its original head had been replaced with ominous black flames. He then turned his attention to the oncoming hazard. He grit his teeth into a manic grin, then braced himself.

With a mighty swing, flames extended. He slammed his weapon down, roughly cleaving the oncoming chunk in two. Many pieces of asphalt crumbled off from the impact, creating enough of a dust cloud that Omega couldn't quite see the oncoming force that was Daniel. By the time he did see the Big Fellow, it was too late. Omega had barely registered the man's burly form as it burst through the airborne debris, his fist smashing Omega in the gut like a missile. The only noticeable defense he seemed to have was his shadowed aura flaring up on impact, but there was no way it was a conscious decision. He curled over and let out a loud, strained grunt as he was flung backwards from the force. Honestly, if that strike didn't kill him, he wouldn't be surprised if he was hospitalized from it.

But that would've been before his powers became real.

As he flew, he struggled to get proper footing, but he couldn't reach the ground. Still, he found himself slowing until he came to a stop. He was floating again. Omega experimentally clutched at his stomach again, slowly straightening up. He... wasn't dead. Nothing felt broken, but he sure as hell knew that it'd hurt like a bitch tomorrow. He looked back to Daniel. So... it was a distraction?

Two could play at that game.

Raising his weapon, the flames grew once again. Omega pulled it back behind him, twirling it several times before swiping it forward again. Taking aim at Daniel, he lashed the demonic mop left, then right, creating projectile slashes of darkness. As the bladed crescents sped towards the Big Fellow, Omega burst forth, his shadowed aura outlining his figure as he closely flew behind his projectile attacks. Again, he held his weapon ready, planning to strike with all the momentum he had once he reached Daniel.

[The Izzack]

Ah, it was back to weapons, eh? Daniel hadn't even noticed Omega had...summoned? A...demon mop? A Dark-spirit-infused-mop-o-death? Well, he hadn't noticed until his move was already finished. As Omega recovered from Daniel's attack, the Big Fellow dived for his guitar case.

He grabbed the bulky weapon just in time, as black blades, like small tears in reality, launched towards him. He raised his case like a shield, and felt the force of a runaway Prius strike against him once...twice...

Time to counterattack! He peeked from behind his case for just long enough to see Omega, the sneaky copycat, coming at him shockingly fast!

he raised his makeshift shield back up, but couldn't quite brace himself in time. This hit, hoo boy, was much bigger than a Prius. This was at least a Jeep, no doubt about it! the force pushed him backwards, causing damage to the street as he dug his heels in as best he could. He'd have to complain to city hall later about the giant tear in the asphalt he was creating.

then he hit the sidewalk again, and he couldn't help but trip, and, with the unstoppable Omega on one side, and the not immovable, but pretty hard sidewalk pressing against his back, he pushed as hard as he could with his case, looking to launch the wild combatant, and give himself some breathing room.

[Lepa]

Omega grit his teeth as he made impact with the Big Fellow's comically oversized guitar case. There was a wild look in his eyes as he gleefully pushed Daniel back, feeling the smaller man's heels tear through the pavement. The End of All Things was riding the high of his newfound powers and allowed himself to be lost in the moment. He only snapped out of it once he found himself met with resistance.

Even with Daniel's back pressed against the pavement, the smaller man's tremendous strength forced Omega to exert himself that much harder to match him. Sure, he had the advantage of momentum on his side, but... The Big Fellow's power truly was something else. He struggled to keep Daniel pinned down, but he was caught off guard. The case dipped suddenly downard, shifting Omega down with it, and the next thing he knew, he was catapulted backwards.

Though his aura flared up and once again slowed his speed, Omega wasn't granted an easy recovery. His knockback abruptly ended as he slammed back first into a parked car. He hissed as he heard the windows crack, leaving a dent in the vehicle's frame. As he pulled himself off, the car's alarms started to blare obnoxiously, and it was enough to fully pull Omega back into the reality of the situation.

"...Shit."

He grunted to himself as he looked back down Daniel's direction. In the thrill of their fight and the awakening of his powers, the pair had torn up the area with their fighting. He would've revealed in the sight, but... Omega wasn't truly a villain who sought chaos and destruction at every turn. To him, it was a game: a means of making himself memorable.

Just... not like this.

Not when he now had real powers.

Omega winced. His dark aura flared up again, soothing whatever aches and pains he felt at that moment. Then, slowly, he levitated back in the Big Fellow's direction, lowering himself to his feet as he drew close. "...Big Fellow." Omega said neutrally as he approached, making it clear he no longer took on a fighting stance. He then stopped himself from grimacing, forcing a grin. "You have... more than proven yourself worthy in battle." He folded his arms. "So I bestow upon you your last test:" He frowned. "The Shining Bangle of the Leporine Maiden, or the Tribe of Demon Fire where the Big Fellow may battle to his heart's content?"

[The Izzack]

Daniel was starting to feel the effects of this prolonged battle. Omega's powerful, precise strikes, even those performed without the added punch of his sudden powers, ached something fierce. Still, he wasn't going down easy. using his case as leverage, he got back to his feet, and braced himself for the next attack.

He certainly wasn't expecting that attack to be in the form of a decision, though. Why was Omega yielding now? He couldn't just be tired, could he? Daniel looked around, and, too, noticed the destruction the two had left in their wake. Nah, Omega wouldn't stop for this, right? After all, a little public property getting damaged was no big deal. someone would notice the torn up street, and then they would report it to city hall, and then...

uh...

Man, Omega must be more tired than Daniel first thought. A good fight can take a lot out of a man, surely! "Ah, you gotta twist this knife right at the end, don'tcha? he groaned gently, only partly feigning distress at the choice. He had come here to help out Sierra, but, man, he sure did want to see what this club was all about. Was it an invite only deal? if he took the bracelet, was he giving up his chance to get a good look at this place, even if he found it?

Daniel seemed to struggle with the decision for a while, until suddenly, he gave a deep shrug of his shoulders. "Well, Mr. End of All Things, as much as I'd love to take you up on your offer, this whole thing started because I was doing a favor for a fan," he nodded toward Sierra, "and what kind of role model would I be if I betrayed my fanclub like that? Sorry, bubsy, but I'm gonna have to take the bracelet." he shrugged again, palms facing upward, and shook his head. Nothing to be done about it. The decision was made for him, here.

[Lepa]

Sierra, still huddled behind a car, perked up at Daniel's decision. Wow! Even if he was freakishly strong and terrifying, he was still a nice guy! It sounded like he really wanted to join, uh, whatever it was the scary villain man was talking about, but... even after all of that, he still helped her out?! Amazing!

Omega himself grinned.

"You have made the correct choice, Big Fellow."

He walked forward, approaching the man without theatrics. "Not only do you boast... incredible skill on the field of battle..." He mused with steady breath. "But you... are clearly a man of good character. " He stopped in front of him and outstretched his arm towards Daniel, presenting him with the bracelet. "This relic was gifted to me by... minions of my own," he admitted. The fatigue seemed like it was starting to kick in, affecting not only Omega's mannerisms, but his dramatic speech as well. "I care little for it." He frowned, glancing over at Sierra. "...Not when it was... poached from, uh..." Omega hesitated, making an odd expression before clearing his throat. "...A Leporine Maiden."

He paused.

"I do, however, care for another bout one day." He grinned again. "As one of... the founders of the Tribe of Demon Fire..." he continued. "I believe you... to be worthy of joining." He took in a deep breath, then glanced around, trying to orient himself in relation to something. "...Hm." Omega murmured, then threw his hand out in a certain direction.

"...The docks." He stated surprisingly plainly. "There, you may seek out my clan, though..." He snerked. "They do not refer to it as the Tribe of Demon Fire as I do." He let out another deep breath. "You may claim me as a reference, Big Fellow, and they may let you in without much fanfare..." He grinned again. "But there would be no fun in bypassing the trial by fire."

[The Izzack]

Huh.

Well, Daniel probably should have seen that coming. After all, why go through all the theatrics if you weren't going to go for a twist ending? Still, bravo! Well done! Good. "I see! You are a just, valorous man after all! I graciously accept!" he let himself slip back into the drama himself a bit as he knelt down to receive the bracelet. "Fair maid! I have won your honor back! he turned to Sierra, flourishing an imaginary cloak, and offering the bracelet with a deep bow.

"Ah, so the brotherhood of turmoil reside in the harbor? What better place for scoundrels and ne'er-do-wells! I shall make myself known. Though, of course, a gallant man such as myself could never accept aid from a man as utterly devious as you, even if it meant going through the flames of hell itself!" he gave a sly wink at Omega as he spoke, letting him know that he was on the same page as his burgeoning friend.

[Lepa]

Omega smirked.

"I would expect nothing less, Big Fellow." He couldn't help but chuckle. "I look... forward to the day... of your grand arrival." He trailed off, glancing aside at their carnage again.

"Fair maid! I have won your honor back!"

"UWAAAA!" Sierra cried out in excitement and relief as she responded by running up and latching on to Daniel. "THANK YOU!" She cried out, her emotions suddenly getting the better of her. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU!" The girl repeated as she squeezed the shorter man, forgetful of any strain he endured from the fight. She'd only hugged him for a moment more before she took the bracelet from Daniel. She showed the trinket the same amount of affection, hugging it close to her chest before slipping it back onto her wrist. "Th-this... is very important to me!" She held up her now bracelet-covered wrist in display. "It's an important gift...! From an important friend!" Though she seemed to be asserting this to Daniel, Omega couldn't help but respond.

"Is that so..." He mused, his brow furrowing. "Then I suppose... I shall teach those underlings of mine a lesson..." The End shook his head, grumbling something to himself as he began to walk away. Sierra quickly scooted behind Daniel, then yelled over his shoulder.

"You should teach them that stealing is bad!" She called out.

"...Hmph." Omega stopped, then snerked to himself. "...Perhaps I will."