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Marvel: King of Mythology Chapter 29
🕑 Added 2024-01-24 15:52:59 +0000 UTCChapter 29: The Most Anti-Climactic Fight, Ever.
Blood dripped down the hands of the two gun wielding villains, their gloves burnt and hands quivering from the explosion.
“F-Fuck…” Crossbones groaned as even his extremely high durability was incapable of handling the pain of molten flesh and severed joints.
“Ugh… That hurts…” Bullseye, despite wielding a bow, had blood gushing out of his palms. His hand barely survived the sharpness of the bowstring. “But how…”
Crossbones and Paladin had their guns explode on them, causing them to suffer third degree burns.
As for Bullseye, the sharp bowstring nearly took off his entire hand but stopped as it reached the bones.
“That looks like it hurts.”
Everyone within that area was hurt.
Either their hands or their legs. But in that group of injured people, one person stood without a single stain of blood over her flawless white dress.
“Who are you?” It wasn’t the villains that asked the question, but rather the person that hunted villains.
“Just a passerby.” The woman smiled and none of them could deny that she was gorgeous.
“Get out of here,” Punisher gritted his teeth, “You will end up hurting yourself.”
The pain was still prominent in his thigh, but despite that he couldn’t let an innocent civilian get caught up in the mess or get hurt.
Unknown to him, ‘she’ was anything but a normal civilian.
“F-Fucking Hell…” Crossbones was furious, “Who fucking said she is allowed to leave!”
He couldn’t even properly fell his hand but he wasn’t just going to let anybody walk in and disrespect them.
It did raise flags for each of them that a random woman appeared close to them without even them noticing, but the pain they felt, the risk of either Punisher shooting them or them doing the same kept them from focusing on that issue.
“Don't even try, Punisher!” Bullseye yelled, pointing a pistol towards the woman.
His right hand might have been sliced, but his left hand was still functional.
‘Dammit…’ Punisher groaned internally. He was about to blow out the heads of the villains, but Bullseye predicted his movement and had his gun pointed at the woman.
He could shoot down Crossbones or Paladin or even Bullseye, but if he shoots one –the others will definitely aim for the woman.
However, as the four men were busy playing mind games among themselves –trying to think of moves to be ahead of the other– they all failed to notice the glaring issue.
“This is possibly the third time that I had a gun pointed at me.” The woman said, quite nonchalant despite the gun being pointed at her face. “But just like the other two times, it is pretty useless.”
“What are you blabbering about!” Bullseye yelled, his finger hovering over the trigger.
Punisher felt his breathing becoming hurried. He knew that one misstep and the woman was dead. But he was even more worried about the fact that the woman couldn’t stay quiet.
“Why don't you look at your feet?” The woman said, instantly confusing Bullseye.
“Don’t play tricks on me woman!” The villain yelled, but his heart dropped as he felt something hot over his foot. “Ugh!”
“Now.” The woman yelled and this brought the Punisher immediately back to his senses.
“Shit!” Bullseye yelled, but it was too late.
The villain failed to notice that the guns of his comrades that exploded scattered metallic pieces all around them –extremely hot metallic pieces.
And as he wore a type of oil based fabric shoe which helped him to hide in the dark places –allowing him to do his missions with ease– now proved to be a huge mistake.
“Bullseye, move!” Paladin yelled, but it was too late.
The hot metallic piece caused his boot to melt and hurt his foot, and that sudden pain caused him to shudder and lose his footing.
*BANG!*
“BULLSEYE!”
Resulting in a bullet straight to his head.
“You fucking demon!” Paladin roared, uncaring of the gut-wrenching pain that he felt. “You will die here today!”
The mercenary roared, losing his mind at seeing his dead partner.
Punisher prepared himself to face the man, but destiny had different plans.
“Watch those steps.” The woman, the person that he still couldn’t figure out, said.
And that was when his eyes widened, he understood something.
‘She is…’
“No, Paladin!” Crossbones yelled but it was too late.
The mercenary that stood on top of the four storied building yelled, but it was to no avail.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Both the Punisher and Crossbones were horrified.
‘She is not a normal human…’
“Gh–”
And with that realization, both the men saw Paladin losing his footing and falling down the building, unable to control his momentum and landing on his head –breaking his neck and crushing his skull.
Killing him instantly.
“That wasn’t a fun sight.”
All while the woman stood, unamused.
…
…
I walked in right when they were blabbering about their crimes.
Killing fourteen innocent children, that was a crime that couldn’t be forgiven.
And so I did not mind using my powers on full blast –However the fuck they worked.
“H-He is dead.”
I saw the big man with the skeletal cross-like face mask say.
And that made me look at the man behind me, “You are going to let him be?”
And that immediately brought the man back to his senses.
“PUNISHEEE–”
*BANG!*
And that resulted in another body dropping cold on the floor.
Three deaths in under five minutes, and weirdly enough…
I felt nothing from it.
“Who are you?” The man finally asked, and from the conversation that they held, I knew he was the good guy.
Or at least I hope so.
“I go by Medea.” I answered with a calm smile, trying to figure out how to talk like a proper woman. “And from their yells, I believe you are Punisher?”
Quite the grand name, but I respect it.
Most ‘heroes’ didn't kill. But despite him being the good guy, possibly, he didn't hesitate from shooting down those scums.
And he truly had my respect for that.
“Medea…” He mumbled, “You did that, didn’t you?”
He pointed at the men that laid dead on the floor.
“It's quite rude to blame a person,” I defended myself, “You shot dead two and the third tripped and fell to his death. I don’t see how I am to blame.”
Truth was that all it took was to ‘feel’ the essence and wish bad luck on a target. And that pretty much fucked them up.
And I believe it is how strongly I feel that decides the fatality.
“That wasn’t a normal fall.” Punisher frowned, looking at the twisted neck and open skull of the dead man.
Well, since I felt disgusted at the man for being responsible for fourteen deaths, that possibly made the outcome much more gruesome.
“That wasn’t an impossible fall either.” I countered, not sure why, but I just didn't want to take responsibility. “And to be honest, you have something more important to worry about than three dead men.”
Both of us stared at his blood oozing thigh.
How was he even standing?
What a freak.
He gripped his thigh and showed a slight look of discomfort.
And after realizing that the blood just wasn’t going to stop, he ripped apart his shirt and wrapped it around his thigh like a bandage.
Absolute savage.
But well, maybe our little scuffle wasn’t over just yet.
“*GRRR*”
Because the villains were the least of our worries.
“What is that?” I heard the man say, and as I looked behind –I had the same face as him.
“What the fuck is that?”
A look of horror.
One that you make when you see a demon.
Which just happened to be the case.
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[[A/N: Haha! Sorry, sorry about this chapter. But I just wanted to show that sometimes it didn't require hours to get rid of villains.
Most of the villains in Marvel would be dead if they had the same mentality as Punisher.
No bullshit, no talk-no-jutsu, just shoot.
But I understand that no fight and no showoff skills can also be boring. So, next chapter there will be a lot of hexes that are not just simple trips and slips.
And as you might have noticed, Medea has basically the same powers as Jinx from DC (The teen titans villain), just at a much higher level.
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