"Billy Briarwood" A liutenant for Mr. N's Elite Gaurd Rank #5 Letter "H" The Hero spoke with pride.
"DO NOT underestimate the importance of weapons in battle or war."
Billy was professional with his suit and tie, in the middle of his lecture for infantry A Class B.
He simply explained the topic at hand.
"The 10 Great Weapons of the World"
The 10 Great Weapons, described as weapons of mass destruction are scattered along the globe. In america we are only confirmed to have one user, "The Monolith"
Jeremiah The Grafted.
As the class hears this name they start bickering among each other. "The patch man?" he's rumored to be the worse than the—
"A few of you might have heard of him or even seen him in person, he did go to Mr. N's "Hero school, just like the rest of you." Billy explained.
A student interested asks Billy if he acutally taught Jeremiah?"
However Billy brushes it off staying on topic.
"Every continent has at least 1 weapon. However it is rumored, that out of all the weapons scattered around the world, two weapons are unaccounted for."
Weapon #2 "The Archangels Atomic Bomb"
and
Weapon #9 The "God" Stick.
While Weapon #2 is a mysterious weapon, #9 was wielded by one of Mr. N's former elite guards Mori.
The #1 rule however is that while God Stick is only ranked #9 out of the 10 Great weapons, any fight against one of the 10 Great weapons is not a fight.
As he writes on the chalkboard. DO not engage a user of one of the 10 Great weapons.
It is illegal.
It is a slaughter. Flee on sight, or you will be killed for commiting treason as you decided to fight and commit suicide instead of running away.
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The Battle commenced.
Osprey was ready, he was already warmed up from what he did earlier, his shots were precise despite his distance.
The first arrow is so fast it doesn't whistle — it cracks the air like a gunshot. Mori's eyes widened a fraction too late. He panics as his arms flail into the air to protect his face, luckily it worked; the hit wasn't fatal, punching clean through his open palm and tearing a jagged path up through his forearm.
Mori staggers back, a grunt escaping him as warm blood spatters. As he regains his composure 6 more arrows head his way as he dodges all 6 of them one grazes his skin causing a superficial cut that he ignores.
Mori does not hesitate as he throws God stick into the air it levitates above him as he raises his hand somehow controlling the weapon.
Osprey breathes deeply as he thinks. "Gods, he doesn't even flinch, his reaction speed might be on the same level as Dreyfus"
From his hidden perch 1.4km away, Osprey's supernatural eyes see the small weapon in the air.
He estimates "If what i read was correct The wind pressure swirling around the God Stick is too strong — it'll knock his arrows off course. Worse, the currents are wild and unpredictable, spinning in ways he can't control or calculate. No equations, no physics— nothing will allow me to bend shots consistently in this bullshit."
The smart move would be to take out the weapon itself — but that's impossible. The closer to the God Stick, the more compressed and dense the air becomes. Hitting it directly? Not a chance.
Osprey breathes deeply as he fires 14 more arrows consecutively.
Mori mumbles "Shi" As a shockwave from the stick expands so powerful the air can visibly be seen shifting around 60M from the radius of the circle.
Every arrow misses. The swirling pressure knocks them off course, sapping their momentum midair.
Over a kilometer away, Osprey squints.
"There has to be an opening…" he mutters.
At the same time, Mori thinks the same thing: 'He's looking for an opening. He'll aim straight for my heart.'
Osprey whispers to himself, "I'll go for his heart."
Without hesitation, he fires 15 arrows high into the sky — then keeps going: 25, 60, 80, 140 arrows, one after another, shot so fast his fingers would shred if not for the metal guard wrapped around them.
Osprey is trying to overwhelm Mori's air defense by flooding the sky with arrows. If Mori uses the God Stick to block the arrows above him, Osprey will time a single, perfect shot for Mori's exposed heart.
Osprey knows: 'The God Stick's shockwave is strong but simple. It pushes away projectiles in all directions — perfect for blocking groups, not precision attacks.'
Mori looks up at the arrows blacking out the sky. He smiles grimly. 'The second I push the shockwave up to block these, he'll shoot right through me.'
He presses a hand to his chest, already feeling the imagined hit.
He forces himself to move — sprinting backward to buy time, ramping up the God Stick's shockwave even more.
A huge spinning dome of wind erupts around him — 200 meters wide in every direction — a sphere of air that knocks away anything that comes close.
While the wind rages, Osprey has already vanished — he darts 100 meters to the right in just four seconds, widening the angle of attack.
He's now 1.3 km from the floating God Stick and 1.5 km from Mori himself.
Mori is 200 metres behind the god stick holding his ground and waiting until he finds the right time to pick it up himself.
Mori thinks: 'This can't last forever. The God Stick needs time to recharge. He knows I'll run out first — he has unlimited 3d Printed arrows.'
As the shockwave begins to weaken, Mori growls, "WALL."
A 70-meter-wide wall of compressed air slams into place ahead of him, blocking a direct line of fire. Mori takes off at a sprint, trying to close the distance to the God Stick before Osprey finds a way around it.
He knows Osprey will try to bounce arrows around the wall — any gap could be fatal.
Mori was ready for any possibility. Osprey was the descendant of Simo Hayaha, a testament to his white hair, his genetics were strong. Respect is earned, even between opponents. However Mori was going to end Osprey's life, there is no way around it, it was fated to happen.