Jason Master
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Hero Academy... Violet mommy
🕑 Added 2025-08-19 21:34:39 +0000 UTCWe shall see
You thought over more possibilities of winning this match. You can tell Violet is a strong strength base hero. You list inside your head their strengths and weaknesses, trying to outsmart her. You knew her earlier battles, she probably overpowers her enemies with brute force and unmatched speed. You know that you can't beat her in a head-on fight; she's too powerful, too fast, and too skilled. You need to use your mind-controlling powers in a way she isn't expecting.
You run behind the airplane getting out of her sight for the times being. You take a moment to catch your breath, the cold air burning your lungs with each inhale. Violet's grunts of frustration echo behind you as she searches for you. This was your chance. You knew you had to think fast, to come up with a plan to outwit her strength.
As you circle the plane, you spot a piece of the wing jutting out from the snow, twisted and sharp like a shard of ice. An idea forms in your mind. You sneak up to it, using the noise of the battle to cover your footsteps. You focus and pull the metal to bend and form into a makeshift weapon. It's crude, but it'll have to do.
When you turn back to face Violet, you're now armed with your makeshift weapon, the snow-covered metal wing glinting in the fading light. She's standing tall and proud, the embodiment of power and dominance. You know that this fight will be the toughest one yet, but you're determined to give it your all.
Violet couldn't help but laugh at your weapon. "What's that supposed to be, a sword made out of popsicle sticks?"
Ignoring her, you charge at her with newfound resolve, the makeshift blade held firmly in your hand. The clang of metal on metal fills the air as you parry and thrust, her fist clashing with your improvised wing. Despite her mockery, you can see a flicker of respect in her eyes. She hadn't expected you to come at her like this.
The metal holds up against Violet fists and rods, sparks flying like a fireworks show on the Fourth of July. Each clang of metal on metal is a symphony of determination, echoing through the quiet mountain valley. Your eyes lock with hers, and you can almost feel the electricity of the fight crackling between you.
Violet swings her fist with the power of a thousand suns, aiming for your head. You duck, and it slices through the air above you like a scythe cutting through wheat. You feel the heat from the friction of the metal cutting through the cold air. You sidestep and use the speed of your mind to dodge her attacks, the snow flying up around your boots as you move
You try to knock Violet out by attacking her expose back. The blunt object you've fashioned from the plane's wing slices through the air, aiming for the unprotected spot between her shoulder blades. But she's too fast, spinning around with the grace of a dancer and the speed of a tornado. Her fists comes down in a swift arc, and you barely manage to block it with your makeshift blade. The impact jars your arm, sending a shockwave of pain up to your shoulder.
You look up at the makeshift weapon as it's bending from Violet punches. The metal groaning with every hit. You can feel the vibrations in your hand as you try to keep it steady. But it's no match for her brute strength. You need to use your mind-control powers, but she's too fast, too strong, and too vigilant. You decide to play a psychological game.
"Look at me. Stare into my eyes."
"You think you can outsmart me, little man?" Violet's smirk grew wider as she watched you struggle with your makeshift sword. Her eyes never left yours, the thrill of the chase making her blood pump with excitement.
With this great opportunity, you decide to use your mind-controlling powers. You hold the bent metal wing out like a fencer's rapier, feinting and jabbing, trying to force her to look into your eyes. She's a whirlwind of motion, dodging and weaving with an almost supernatural grace. Each time you think you have an opening, she slams into you with the force of a freight train, her metal rod clanging against your makeshift sword.
She push you against the back of the plane causing a lot of pain. "Submit to me John, or I'll have to break a limb. Don't make mommy do that." Her breath was hot against your face, the steam billowing out in the cold air.
You push back with all your might, the snow crunching under your boots as you stand your ground against the onslaught of Violet's overwhelming power. Violet eyes widen as you push her back a few feet. A regular person like you showing her some resistance was something she didn't expect. She had underestimated the resolve in your gaze, the determination to not be her little toy anymore.
You find the right spot of her eyes as you use your mind control powers. You can see the moment of shock as your power starts to work, the smug look on Violet's face fading to one of surprise. But she's too strong-willed, the years of dominance etched into her very soul. She resists, and the struggle is palpable, a silent war waged between your minds.
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