Death arms was on his usual patrol, enjoying a protein bar on the go. Passerbies would stare awestruck, with some stopping him for an autograph or a quick photo on their phones. As he was finishing up with the last wave of fans, his radio buzzed to life.
" Robbery in progress at Kohaku bank! Suspect is highly dangerous, requesting backup!"
The powerlifting pro hero radios backs response. "This is pro hero Death arms, moving out now."
Death arms sprints down the road as the villan's location was being relayed in real time. The blood bank soon came into view, with the lunatic talking aloud to himself in front of it.
" Hold it, villan scum!" The two immediately prepared for conflict. Spectators began pulling out their phones, hoping to be the one with 'exclusive hero content.'
Death arms took the initiative. With a burst of speed, he appeared before Mohg, fist reared back. Mohg raised his guard, planning to take the blow and counter attack. But he had underestimated how strong a pro was.
Crack!
Mohg heard the bone break before the pain registered. He gritted his teeth as his left arm was now temporarily useless, hanging numbly by his side. Mohg ducks under another of Death Arm's heavy punches. But the hero wasn't gonna let up,
" Hold still, evildoer! It will only be worse for you."
He swung wildly, forcing Mohg to back pedal constantly. Mohg jumps back as Death Arms executed an overhead slam, the concrete fracturing into stone shards.
"It isn't me who is worried about making things worse. You have much more to lose compared to me." Mohg switches to the offensive, twisting to flail his limp arm, hurtling a few drops of blood.
Death arms disengaged, his senses telling him the blood is more than a blinder.
"Gah!" His hunch proved true, as the droplets soon detonated behind him, launching concrete shards across his back, tearing skin in the process.
Mohg raised his palms as a barrage of mini spears flew out. Sweat began to form on his brow as Death arms dodged the crimson barrage of spears. The street splinters more and more, with some of the people retreating further back, but still recording.
Mohg goes to launch another spear, but finds the sigils are no longer functional. Mohg cursed at this timing, as the blood had dried up. Death Arms, noticing the lack of spears, began to close the distance, his confidence surging.
"Last chance villan! Surrender now and you won't have TWO broken arms!" Mohg didn't respond to the offer.
'Damn it, I'm reaching my current limit. My sigils have dried up and my heads starting to spin. I just need more blood!' And then Mohg had a plan, a crazy one at that.
Forgoing defense, Mohg rushed the hero. Believing Mohg had run out of tricks, Death arms sneered. " look at you, running with your fists towards a close combat hero. You villans are all the same: all talk, no brains!"
"But don't worry, I'll make this as painless as I can, cause at the end of the day, your still a person, no matter how rotten."
Death Arms plants his feet in a wide stance, his arm pulled back as he winds up a punch. The crowd hold their breath in anticipation for the finale.
The moment Mohg reached striking distance, Death arms launched his haymaker. Bones cracked as Mohg vomited blood, his body hurtling into the side of one of the surrounding buildings, a hole being made in the process.
The people erupted in cheers, and Death Arms basked in it.
"WE LOVE YOU DEATH ARMS!"
"Another win for justice."
One person even spat in Mohg's direction. "Know your place, trash."
Mohg dragged his bruised body out of the debris as Death Arms approached. "Any last words, villan?"
"Yes actually..I do.. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE…MY AMBITIONS!" The blood on mohg gathered to his palms as massive spears bigger than Mohg's torso formed. Just the size of. Then had put Death Arms on edge.
Adrenaline pumping Mohg roared, "TWIN HEMOLONCHE!"
Death Arms braced himself for the attack. But it was never aimed at him. With swift turn, Mohg was now facing the largest gathering of people. Terror rampaged as the dual javelins hurtled into both the crowd and the buildings near them.
"No!" Instinct overriding rationality, Death Arms ripped out two large chunks of the already ruined street, sprinting to save the screaming civilians. He threw the chunks at the falling debris, altering their trajectory as he made his way to the crowd.
His palms raised over his head as he braced himself. The remaining debris slammed into his grip, causing his knees to buckle, but still hold. The people he saved thanked him before getting out from the debris. Once the last of them evacuated the area, death arms dropped the debris, sweat soaking his costume.
When he turned to where Mohg was, the hero could only stay mad, for Mohg was no where to be seen. The villain… had escaped.