“ Sir, you need to see this” Dr Winfield rushed. he shifted subconsciously to give room for Director Sandlers to lean in to the monitor.
“ What should I be seeing?” Director Sandlers inquired. “ Myles… he's evolving somehow. His top strength was is now closer to achieving that of ten able soldiers. Winfield clarified. “ How much is that in a practical view?” Sandler asked sharply. “ Practically enough to punch through a couple inches thick of concrete, and with ease too” Winfield gasped. “ How is this happening?” “ No idea sir” “ Keep the energy suppressors on and monitor his every breath till I decide on whether he's gonna be a liability” Sandlers ordered. “ Yes sir. Just throwing it out here but he's going to be a very useful asset if he's on our side” Dr Winfield proposed. “ If it comes to that we'll have the leverage to persuade him, his friend Louise was released when he agreed to work with us so Louise will serve as our persuasion.” Director Sandlers muttered with a small smile tugging at his lips… The Requiem materialized in his hand like it had always been waiting for a call from it's master, the three demons slowly crept forward while he backed up. Tension cracked though the air like live wire while Myles waited for them to take the bait. Suddenly Myles blew a bored sigh. “ C'mon guys do I have to teach you everything, you're supposed to come at me one by one or all at once!” They did neither. The green coloured demon shot a blast of green laser beam from the stone in it's head. Myles managed to escape that with a timely parry while the laser beam carved a trench where he stood a microsecond earlier. Barely given time to breathe, the others charged in on him with all ferocity. The hooded grim reaper was first. It swung at him with death intent, Myles raised his sword in a block and the blades clashed in a soul gripping sound of steel against steel that echoed the barren wasteland. The impact nearly made Myles arm go numb but the effect lasted only two seconds. “ Whoa, you're a tough one” Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the wolf closing in and pushed against the reaper in order to take on the new assailant. The wolf swung it clawed arms at the him in a quick succession. A swirl of the blade in Myles hand cleanly sliced off the demon's hands then another spin with the sword extended slashed at the demon's neck, cutting through all muscle and sinew nearly to the end. As soon as the demon's corpse fell to the ground, the reaper was upon him again hoping to draw blood from each bold strike. Each strike came packed with immense strength and speed meant to destabilize Myles who proved to be a hard prey. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his demonic laser shooter preparing for another attack. “ You will die Myles!” The Reaper shrieked. It voice sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. “ Now I'm not sure about that” Myles replied with a shrug. Another shot of laser was shot at him and he blocked with his sword head on. The impact hit him with the full kinetic power of a freight train. His breath caught, body lifted off the ground in slow motion before his eyes and seemed suspended in mid air for a second that seemed to stretch with the elasticity of Indian rubber. He crashed against a rock in a flurry of dust and broken pebbles. “ You're incapable avatar of Hades” The laser shooter sneered. Myles fought for his breath while the reaper circled him. “ And the living laser pointer speaks” he retorted. “ If you die here then our deal in the real world will be broken and then you'll never live to see your twin again” A voice in his head warned. A fragment of the god within him flared at the mention of his sister. “ Any last words sapien?” The Reaper asked, standing over Myles broadsword poised for a final strike. Silence, only an inner turmoil while Myles deliberately tried to call out his inner beast. “ In that case, enjoy Tartarus sapien” the Reaper smirked. “Wait–” Myles said. The blade came down in a measured final and brutal arc with each centimeter it descended carrying the unmistakable mark of death… “ Sir! His vitals are spiking! At this rate a normal human could go into cardiac arrest” Dr Winfield alerted. They were in a room separated by a reinforced steel partition with the only way of seeing those on the other side through a glass screen. Myles laid on a bed in one and was jacked onto a bundle of wires that feed data to heart rate monitors in the other part of the room that remained lit only by the light of computer monitors. “ What's the cause?” Director Sandlers asked coolly. “ Well maybe he’s having a sedative-induced nightmare”. “ Well he should be” Director Sandlers muttered… A shockwave rolled out within the dream realm from the impact of the blade clashing against Myles energy pulsing bare hand. His eyes glowed like two purple fireballs pinned on the Reaper's empty sockets. “ I said wait” Myles growled, his voice distorted. “ You've done your time now it's my turn!” He smirked. A stronger pulsewave emerged from him in a devastating arc that pushed the two demons back. The sigil in his right palm flashed purple summoning the Requiem into hand. “Let's dance!” He snarled. Both demons charged at him while he fended off their attacks. A laser beam shot at him was blocked by an arm shocking them both. He struck hard against the Reaper with each swing destabilizing it , then in one fluid motion he switched to the laser demon who tried landing a punch. Myles dodged and planting his sword's blade into the ground, assumed a traditional boxer stance within a second. A fast combo ensured ending with a pulse charged uppercut that threw the demon a few feet. Meanwhile the Reaper had came up behind him with an intent of slashing at him from behind. “ Time out avatar…” He snarled but then Myles was quicker, he spun on his heel, grabbed his sword and performed a quick but brutal counterattack that decapitated the demon within three seconds. “ Yeah, for you though” Myles added. From behind him the laser shooter gave a roar of fury, the emerald stone in his head flashed ominously. Slowly it hummed to life and the demon shot a powerful laser beam that began it's vengeful approach to Myles….
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