The Rooftop Watcher turns in a full slow circle.
His head moves one degree at a time.
Eyes scan the ring of bodies around him.
Twenty faces.
Thirty.
Forty.
All silent.
All waiting.
All locked on him like wolves that haven't eaten in weeks.
He blinks once.
Twice.
Then the smile creeps back, slow and wide.
"Woah I sure as hell didn't imagine a fuckass…um what is this a 40v1….trust me ,guys on any other day i'd be down ,but I've got my priorities straight "
Fistman is already moving.
He kicks off the ground.
One step cracks the stone beneath his boot.
Second step sends a shockwave rippling outward, gravel jumping like popcorn.
Third step and he's airborne, coat flapping behind him like a war flag.
He closes the distance in one heartbeat stretched into ten.
"You know what you should really prioritize? Your face after this"
*BOOM*
The punch lands dead center in the Watcher's chest.
The impact doesn't just hit — it detonates.
Air compresses in a perfect sphere around the fist, then explodes outward in rings that flatten grass fifty metres away.
The Watcher's body folds around the knuckles.
His feet leave the ground.
He rockets backward like a cannonball, smashing through the air fast enough to leave a vacuum tunnel that sucks dust and leaves in after him.
He slams into the far edge of the circle.
Drenor Rei is already there.
He flips backward slow, body rotating once, twice, boot rising high.
On closer inspection it was meant to be a deliberate kick straight to the Rooftop watcher face.
The heel connects with a wet crunch.
The Watcher's head snaps sideways.
Blood sprays in a slow red arc that hangs mid-air for two full seconds before splattering across the ground.
"Urgh " The Rooftop watcher muttered ,
"Oh it's not over "
Drenor Rei raises one hand slow.
The ground beneath the Watcher rumbles once.
Twice.
Then ice erupts upward in thick jagged pillars, wrapping around ankles, knees, waist, chest, arms, neck.
Layer by layer by layer the frost climbs, freezing water droplets mid-splash, locking limbs in place.
The Watcher struggles, muscles bulging, ice cracking but reforming faster.
" Woah… what the hell's thi—"
Drenor Rei's secondary assistant, Yukari, steps forward calm.
He brings both palms out slow, fingers spreading.
The sky above darkens.
Clouds swirl.
One ice shard forms high above.
Ten.
A hundred.
A thousand fairly sized ice shards form themselves in the clouds, each one spinning faster and faster, edges glinting like glass knives.
And as if on a mind of their own they lock on.
Their descension starts slow.
One shard drops.
Then ten.
Then a hundred.
Then all thousand at once.
They fall like divine punishment.
A thousand spinning divine punishments.
The air screams as they cut through it.
*Phew* *phew* *phew* multiplied by a thousand, the sound rising into a single endless whistle that rattles teeth and bursts eardrums.
They accelerate.
Faster.
Faster.
Until they hit like a meteor storm.
Impact after impact after impact.
Each shard shatters against the Watcher's body in a white explosion.
Skin should tear.
Bones should break.
Blood should spray.
But when the final shard falls and the dust settles slow…
The ice prison is gone, shattered to powder.
The Watcher stands in the centre.
Clothes shredded further.
Skin perfect.
Not a drop of blood.
Not even a bruise.
He brushes dust off his shoulder casual.
"Shit this is a lot" The Rooftop Watcher said with an hard expression on his face but something strange has happened all of them came nearly at once at ultra high speeds passing the ice through the Rooftop watcher was buried inside ,but something was wrong, even after the Descent it and destroyed all the ice in which he was in ,The Rooftop watcher stood perfectly unharmed not even bleeding only his clothes more cut
And he said what he said before " Oh shit this is a lot ….on my clothes " He wasn't even feeling the pain of it
Almost everyone was shook.
Jaws drop slow.
Eyes widen.
Feet shuffle backward one step.
Two steps.
Drenor Rei special Assistant stepped back " But how did you….that's impossible—"
"You know what's actually gonna be impossible… getting this back in mint condition.."
He dusts himself up slow, brushing shredded fabric off his arms.
"But oh well I guess…might as well have compensation "
He turns toward Yukari.
Eyes narrow.
Smile gone.
He flies forward with an inhumane look, speed blurring the air behind him.
" Some blood on this would at least make it cool "
"Ahh" Yukari stepped backwards falling on his butt, palms scraping gravel.
Fistman is there.
He intercepts mid-flight.
Fist meets Watcher's face.
The punch lands hard enough to reverse direction.
The Watcher rockets sideways again, tumbling through air.
"Huff" Fistman doesn't stop.
He runs forward, boots cratering ground with every step.
Speedy punch comes fast.
This time the Rooftop Watcher catches it.
Palm closes around Fistman's fist.
Despite the massive amount of force that created a mini shockwave rippling outward, cracking nearby stone.
" Huh" Fistman raised a brow looking at his fists in his hands
"Just a fast punch,how plain…Did your mommy ever tell you that she liked 1 trick ponies?...Cuz if she did …well um…you've got a pretty weird mom dude"
Fistman looked at him in surprise before letting out a deep maniacal smile "hahaha …haha..haha" He started laughing low at first, then louder, deeper, echoing across the ruined grounds.
"Hmmmm… um,I think I have a pretty decent sense of humor but I don't think there's really anything funny about having a weird Mom dude…that's just kinda wrong" The Rooftop Watcher a bit confused about why he laughed
"You know…it's been a long long while ,since someone has ever held my fists"
His crimson red aura grew stronger.
It starts as a faint glow around his knuckles.
Then spreads up the arm.
Across the chest.
The light intensifies second by second, turning the air around him blood-red.
"Hmm?" The Rooftop watcher own brow raised.
Fistman's fist surges.
Muscles bulge.
Aura flares brighter.
The grip breaks.
Bones creak in the Watcher's hand.
" ugh" he couldn't believe it
Fistman's free hand snaps up.
Closes around the Watcher's neck like iron.
Death grip.
He launches forward, dragging the body through air extremely fast, ground blurring beneath them.
"Ugh" The Rooftop watcher struggled a bit trying to loosen his grip, fingers clawing at the wrist.
Fistman didn't care he just kept moving slowly bringing his fist up, aura wrapping tighter and tighter around the knuckles, the light growing stronger, brighter, blinding.
"say… you were talking about one trick ponies huh? "
The fist pulls back one inch.
Two inches.
Three.
"but what if…one trick Was all it took to kill you "
The Watcher's eyes widen.
Time crawls to half speed.
His life flashes slow — faces, laughs, fights, Rune, Void, blood, stars collapsing — every memory dragging out longer than it should.
Then it happens.
First you hear it.
Not a boom.
Not an explosion.
The sound is the birth cry of a new black hole.
A roar that starts low in the earth's core and climbs through every frequency until it shatters reality itself.
Air ignites.
Ground liquefies for a split second.
The pressure wave hits like the fist of an angry god, flattening trees, collapsing buildings in perfect rings outward, eardrums bursting in a wave that travels kilometres.
It is the sound of a supernova choosing to die on land.
The sound that ends civilizations.
Then you see it.
Light first — pure white crimson that swallows the sky.
Then the shockwave blooms outward in a perfect dome, vaporising grass, turning stone to glass, carving new canyons where hills used to be.
Buildings collapse one by one by one, roofs folding inward slow.
Hills rise where flat ground was.
Craters open like flowers blooming in reverse.
The very terrain of the Dream World reshapes itself in seconds stretched into minutes — valleys carved, mountains birthed upside down, the horizon itself bending from the force.
And in the centre of the biggest hole — a crater so deep the bottom is shadow — lies the Rooftop Watcher.
Half naked.
Body caked in blood, sweat, dirt, pounded so deep into the earth he's half-buried alive.
Mouth wide open.
Eyes blank.
For the first time the smile is completely gone.
Fistman stands on the crater's edge.
Coat torn.
Knuckles smoking.
Aura fading slow.
He looks down cold, voice like winter steel.
"You might just have been the dumbest guy I've ever met, cause after all at the end of the day…I told you,you wouldn't be burying anyone, you'll be the one getting buried "
The wind howls through the ruined landscape.
No one moves.
The Watcher doesn't get up.
Yet.
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Also guys Merry Christmas