“Ha, It’s been a long time since I’ve had this much fun!” I shouted as I used Gone with the Wind to manipulate the air currents to keep me afloat. I had a knife in my side, a busted lip, a broken arm, a torn ACL, and plenty more injuries I couldn’t identify but it was fine. I was having too much fun to care. This bitch was a riot to play with.

“Fun? God, you damn kids are so naive.” He said back to me, using rocks to keep him where he was. “What, what?” I laughed. “Me, naive? Maybe, but you really don’t find this fun. I’m having a blast. Where’d you learn to fight like this?”

“Knowledge is more powerful than any superpower. I can defeat any opponent if I outsmart them.” He said.

“You think your knowledge is superior to mine. I’m a fucking god. How dare you talk down to me.” I shouted and rushed towards him. I pulled a knife from its sheath at my side and slashed outwards at him. Dammit, I missed.

He was fast. Almost as fast as me. Alright, I need to figure out his dodging pattern. I used his ability, which I had just copied, to make a large dome in which we could fight without disturbing the outside. I then pushed it inwards. If I could force him out of hiding I didn’t need to worry about sneak attacks. Damn this power was convenient.

“I want it. It’s mine. Ha, ha, haha.”

I forced the rock in closer to me, closer. He couldn’t be in hiding forever. I’m glad I copied Bee’s ability, it’ll come in handy. I surrounded the outside of the rock in fire and the inside. That way, there wasn’t a way in or out. I mean, it’s still possible, but the likelihood of it went down. That’s what I needed. The highest probability of winning.

I felt a sharp twinge in my stomach as I looked down to see a large piece of pointed rock sticking out of my abdomen. “Ow, why’d you do that? Dumbass.” I took control of the rock and pulled it out, and fell a bit before quickly activating Gone with the Wind. I looked at the man, who was obviously bewildered at my spectacular performance.

“You shouldn’t fight a god ya know,” I said and unleashed my fury on him. Up, down, thrust, down, up, side, thrust. I guess it didn’t matter what way I dissected him didn't matter. Woah, I was almost fully healed already, my body must’ve been put under a lot of pressure for it to try and heal me that quick. Interesting if nothing else.

I went to put rock around him to trap him, but before I could, he shifted around behind me and attacked, and then zipped away. I let it hit me, it hurt like hell but was necessary. I underestimated his speed. He’s faster than I am right now. If I could just get hit one more time. I didn’t really feel like stabbing myself. But, alas.

I took the knife that was still in my hands and shoved it into my chest. It hurt like a bitch, but it worked. I pulled the knife out, licking the blood of the blade. I needed to make a show for him. Maybe I could intimidate him or something. I doubt it, but, maybe.

The warm flow of blood ran down my shirt. Wait, oh. Fuck. I just stabbed through my binder. What was I thinking? Whatever. It is what it is.

I took my shirt off, placing it on a table-like surface I made with Gone with The Wind to let it float. I took my binder off, and put my shirt back on. God, I just want to get rid of these titties. They’re such a nuisance.

I was surprised that itch didn’t attack me while I was taking my binder off. But, he did seem like one that would respect a ‘woman's’ privacy regardless of the situation. I’m not that nice though. People that let opportunities like those slip are just fools.

Not like I was a woman anyways. Just cause I have tits doesn’t make me a woman. Right? Well, anyway, philosophy and science can wait. Hold up, is philosophy a social science. Not sure. Fuck, I’m getting off task.

Okay, just survey the surroundings, slowly. Don’t miss a thing.

I looked around carefully. Where is he?

I heard a stone clinking against each other below me and moved out of the way. I kicked the rock for no good reason, but it shattered and sent dust everywhere. I couldn’t see shit.

When I could see again, I saw a figure outlined by dust. He’s invisible. Shit, that means he has an accomplice. Since I copied his ability I know it inside and out, and invisibility is not part of it. Unless I’m a complete idiot, which is also very possible, despite being a god I guess. Alright, I can use this.

The invisible guy probably is invisible too. Not very convenient but whatever. I summoned a bunch of rock and destroyed it, using the wind to spread it everywhere. I did this a couple of times before I was satisfied that it was distributed nicely. The dust I mean.

I still couldn’t see him though. What the hell. Where could he have possibly gone? It’s not like he could go without me seeing him. Right?

Then I saw a hole in the rock wall I had made. Well, shit. He left.

Ah, I’m tired. I just wanna sleep. But I just slept for like, what, two days. So, no I can’t. I pulled a bottle of Xanax from my pocket that I had put there right before my fight. Damn.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not at all.

Emir was supposed to live a long, happy life. Free of crime and death. I wanted him to live a good life. Not die. Fucking die. I sighed, and popped open the bottle of pills, and dumped some into my hand, and put them in my mouth.

Ew, eating pills is gross, but, yay, addiction. I suppose it was supposed to be a deterrent from getting addicted. But It definitely didn’t work. I cringed as I crunched on the pills and the dust went farther into my mouth. I should probably stop taking these pills. But it was hard, and I’m not used to doing hard things, so I doubt I’ll do it.

I let the wind slip up so I’d fall and then went to the hole. I went through it, looking for the figures. Damn, this was annoying. I want to go beat their ass. But, this was actually sort of fun. “Ha, stop being a pussy. Come fight me.” And right on cue, rock’s fell from above me, and I turned and kicked them, crushing them and sending dust into the air. Hopefully, I could put more dust into the air to find the invisible bitch.

I think they’re pulling a Meleoron from Hunter Hunter. I needed to find the invisible guy so I could find the rock guy, who was also invisible. Maybe. Either that or the invisible guy and the rock guy killed each other. Or, maybe, they didn’t even come into contact. That’s also possible. I’m probably overthinking this.

I could also just burn the world to kill them, but that would cause way too much collateral.

Alright, my body just healed itself to full, so, I’m vulnerable. So I’ve got to be careful. If I could take these guys out with a kick each or something, that would be nice, but first I had to get un-vulnerable again. That was a word. Yes, definitely a word.

I took a knife from a sheath at my thigh, and turned it towards myself, and braced for a shock of pain. I was about to shove it inwards when something hit the side of my head and my eyes went black. Well, shit.