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Brysen pierces the boy through the lung. Blood bleeds out of his mouth. Missed the killer, but how? Not sure how the man detected the blade without seeing it. 360 degree vision? Maybe. Felt no resistance, so no extrasensory barrier. The killer has increased the distance between the two again. First was ten feet. Now thirty feet. The distance of his original sword swing. Perhaps, the killer is afraid of close range? Still oblivious to true nature of his power. Will use that against him. He felt a tiny pang of guilt for killing the child, but he has seen worst. Hostages don’t work on a man who sees death every day. His thoughts are on slaying the evil before him. Everything else is irrelevant.

Brysen extends the length of the sword in his hand, much like before he hides the true length by warping the light around the sword, making the blade invisible. It grows to a gargantuan size, that of a bus in girth and length. He, under the disguise of a little girl, attacks furiously with the weightless blade in a flurry of strikes. The hydra heads approaching him are decapitated in an instant by an invisible sword. He strikes again. Again and again. This time he does not let the man fly around unhindered. He swings furiously cutting of his escape. His limbs. His arms. All ripe and exquisite. targets.
The sword can extend to any length. Tis not a problem. Was going to just put it grew if u decided it was too short in ur post. Hehe.
Couple things I forgot to mention, but I'll just put it after your response.
The sword comes down with a thunderous roar. The blade sinks deep into the earth, hurling debris and dust into the air. The building that stood behind the killer is split in half. The shock of the impact lifts the crowd off their feet. People scream in panic, not knowing what has happened, and flee. The killer turns to grab a boy from his mother. He says his taunting words to Brysen, but already a cloud of dust wafts in from the torn building and the screams of mass hysteria drown out his words.

Brysen does not hear what the man says over the cries of frantic crowd, but he can see that he has a hostage, and quietly slips into the darkness behind a veil of falling debris. He leaves an afterimage, an illusion that looks exactly like him, in the dust cloud. The illusion pretends to cast a magical spell. Writing some glowing signs into the air. His real body vanishes from plain sight in a manner so deft that one could not tell that a switch had occurred, reappearing in the image of a hysterical little girl running from the chaos. The little girl keeps a safe distance from the killer, looking genuinely afraid, runs past him. But once behind the killer, a sword forms the girl’s small hands. She smiles and turns to pierce the killer through the back.
The wind howls and the night snaps to life. The old man gives his enemy a wide grin. His face is contorted in a grotesque manner meant to unnerve the murderer. He does not mind the idle banter, but he is a professional and does not retort back. He does not need to. He is no comic book hero rescuing a damsel. He is a crime fighter. Courage is in his right hand. Justice is in his left.

The old man assesses the strengths of his foe in front of him. He knows he is physically strong, evident by his leaping ability. Close combat is not ideal. He is not yet discovered that the old man image is a disguise, an illusion, but that is fine. His true powers are hidden from his eyes. Brysen coalesces the light in his hands. The sword that he holds is not made out of any metal, but of pure light solidified into a physical form. It is a malleable thing and he bends it to his whims, extending it until it is 30 feet long. It is weightless despite its size. Brysen hides the length by distorting the light that hits its surface, making 25 feet of the sword invisible.

To the killer who stands there, flaunting his scythe, the sword has not grown or changed at all in the last couple seconds, but in reality it has already grown to monstrous size, large enough to slice open an entire neighborhood. Brysen swings the sword down on the killer’s head, retaining the façade of an old man. The crowd stares from the sidelines in disbelief and the battle commences.
A peddler approaches the murderer in the midst of the commotion. He does not seem to notice or care that the man had just torn limbs off the people around him. He does not seem to mind the puddle of blood staining the ground a deep dark red. He simply walks, leaning on his stick. His mouth agape, revealing rows of missing teeth. His eyes are a blank white haze. He is blind. He staggers towards the man, oblivious of his peril. Indeed, the people watching from the sidewalk, too frightened to call out a warning, watch morbidly as the macabre scene plays out in front of them. “He will be killed,” one whispers under his breathe. “Get away,” speaks another hiding behind a stall.

But the old man continues until he was close enough to touch killer with his hands. Perhaps, the hooded man will take pity on him and let him walk off. Or laugh in amusement as an old blind man was the only one brave enough to come close to him. But there was something peculiar about the way the old man turned towards the hooded murderer. Something about him that seems all too aware of what’s going on. It was as if he wasn’t an old man at all. His white eyes seem to burn with some sort of fury. His teeth crackling into a smile.

“How about me,” says the old man. But the voice that comes out is not old at all. It is young man speaking, hissing with venomous rage. The walking stick in the peddler's hand flashes a brilliant white light, transforming into a sword. He swings the blade with terrifying strength, aiming to cleave the head right off the iniquitous killer.
Nice. Post Incoming.
I am still considering fighting Chris, but I wanted to make a sci-fi character to challenge him, and that's been taking longer than normal to create. If you don't get another challenger in a week. I may have something for you lol.
Boo! I arranged for him to be a high tier. We can start whenever you make the thread.

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