Hitman With A Badass System

Agra roared, a sound of both pain and… exhilaration. He struggled against Michael's grip, his limbs flailing, his laughter echoing through the trees, a harsh, discordant sound.

"Is that all you've got, Dark Lord?" he taunted, spitting a mouthful of blood onto Michael's armor.

Michael's response was… direct.

He punched Agra, hard, his fist connecting with the Chaos God's nose, the force of the impact sending a sickening crunch echoing through the forest.

Agra's nose… exploded.

Blood, a crimson torrent, sprayed across Michael's faceplate, obscuring his vision for a moment. But instead of crying out in pain, instead of recoiling, Agra simply… laughed. Louder. More manically.

He raised his hands, his eyes blazing with a chaotic energy that made the surrounding trees seem to… twist and writhe.

From his outstretched palms, tendrils of black smoke, thick and oily, began to pour forth, swirling and coalescing in the air above him. The replicas, drawn to the smoke like moths to a flame, began to… merge, their bodies dissolving, their forms twisting and distorting, until…

They were no longer individual beings.

They were… a chimera.

A monstrous creature, its body a grotesque fusion of flesh and shadow, its limbs twisted and gnarled, its head… well, it had several heads. Each one a distorted replica of Agra's face, their eyes glowing with a malevolent green light, their mouths filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth. From its back, leathery wings, like those of a bat, unfurled, their edges dripping with the same black smoke that had birthed the creature.

And what was even more terrifying was… its tail.

It wasn't just a… tail. It was a fucking cobra, its scales a sickly shade of green, its eyes glowing with the same malevolent light as the chimera's multiple heads. It swayed and writhed, its fangs dripping with venom, before suddenly lashing out, spitting a glob of hissing, green poison towards Michael.

Still holding Agra by the throat, Michael saw the attack coming, but he couldn't… dodge. Not completely. Agra, despite being held captive, his face contorted in a mask of rage, headbutted Michael, the impact sending a jolt of pain through Michael's skull, and a… crack… appearing on his face mask.

The mask, forged from one of the strongest metals in the mortal realm, had withstood countless blows, and had deflected spells that would have vaporized lesser beings. But a direct hit from a god, fueled by pure, unadulterated chaos… well, even it had its limits.

Michael staggered back, releasing his grip on Agra's throat as the glob of venom struck him square in the back.

His cape, a swirling vortex of shadows and dark energy, hissed and smoked as the venom ate through the fabric, the heat of it searing his skin beneath. Michael was sent flying, his body tumbling through the air, the world spinning, his senses reeling.

He landed with a thud, his armor protecting him from the worst of the impact, but the force of the blow, the venom's corrosive properties… it was… disorienting. He'd forgotten what it felt like to be… hurt, to be… outmatched. The last time he'd felt this… disoriented… was probably during his… encounter… with Rudra, the God of War, back when he'd crashed his wedding in the realm of the gods.

But that hadn't been a fair fight. Michael had still been mortal then, and Rudra possessed a body with a sliver of his grace.

This… this was different. This was a god versus a god.

And Agra… Agra hit like a goddamn freight train.

Before Michael could use Shadow Teleportation to regain his footing, the chimera's cobra tail lashed out again. This time, it wasn't a glob of venom, but a stream, a rapid-fire burst of poison bullets that shot through the air with the force of… well, bullets.

"Holy shit," Michael muttered, rolling to the side as a volley of the green projectiles ripped through the tree he'd been standing beside, turning the wood to ash, the leaves to dust, in a matter of seconds.

The chimera, its multiple heads grinning, continued its assault, its tail spitting venom bullets with the speed and accuracy of a goddamn machine gun.

Michael, activating Silenes, slowed down time, the world around him shifting into a slow-motion blur. He leaped into the air, dodging the venom bullets, his movements fluid, graceful, even within the time dilation. But the projectiles, even slowed down, were fast, whizzing past him, grazing his armor, leaving trails of smoking, corrosive residue.

He deactivated Silenes, the world snapping back to normal speed, and used Shadow Teleportation, appearing in a blink of an eye beside the monstrous chimera.

He slammed his fist into the creature's side, putting all his strength into the blow, expecting to feel… flesh and bone give way.

But it was like punching a goddamn concrete wall.

The chimera barely even flinched.

He spun around, searching for Agra, but the Chaos God was gone. Vanished.

He couldn't have teleported. Not with the forest locked down. He was hiding. Lurking. Waiting for the perfect moment to… strike.

But Michael didn't have time to search for him.

The chimera, its multiple heads roaring in unison, raised a massive paw, its claws the size of daggers, and swatted at him with surprising speed.

The blow sent Michael flying backwards, his body slamming into a tree trunk with a sickening crunch. He could feel his ribs crack, a sharp, agonizing pain that made his vision blur. He might be a god, but he wasn't invulnerable. Not to this kind of… brute force.

A surge of healing energy, courtesy of the Automatic Potion Dispenser embedded in his armor, flowed through him, knitting the broken bones back together, soothing the burning pain of the venom. He landed on his feet, staggering slightly, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the mossy ground.

"Damn," he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "That's gonna leave a mark."

He pushed back the hood of his cloak and removed the cracked mask, tossing it aside.

The creature paused, its multiple heads tilting, its glowing eyes narrowed as if… studying him. The cobra tail, still dripping venom, ceased its attack.

"It's been a long time," Michael said, his voice a low growl, "since I've had a… proper workout."

Meanwhile, hidden among the trees, Agra watched the scene unfold, a calculating gleam in his eyes.

"Time to… get out of here," he muttered, his gaze fixed on Michael. "Let Andohr… deal with this… nuisance. We'll… settle the score… later."

He closed his eyes, focusing his will, and began to chant the words of a teleportation spell, the arcane syllables rolling off his tongue. He'd go back to the temple, regroup, and then… he and Andohr would tag-team the God of Darkness. It would be a glorious, chaotic beatdown.

But… nothing happened. He was still there in the forest trapped.

Agra hadn't realized… that Michael had locked down the forest, sealed it off from any dimensional travel. And even Michael hadn't realized that Andohr, watching the battle unfold through a scrying mirror, had been preparing to… intervene. Everything was going according to Andohr's plan. Agra, manipulated and provoked, was facing off against the God of Darkness. Fayeth, the unwitting pawn, was caught in the middle. It was the perfect opportunity for Andohr to… make his move. To capture Michael, to finally exact his revenge. But something, some unseen force, was blocking his teleportation spell.

"What the fuck?!" Andohr roared, slamming his fist against the scrying mirror, the force of the blow cracking the glass. "What's happening? Why can't I…?"

Back in the forest, Agra, too, was growing increasingly frustrated.

Agra opened his eyes, his brow furrowed in confusion and anger. He tried again, chanting the words with more force, more conviction, his hands glowing with chaotic energy.

Still… nothing.

"What the fuck is this bullshit?!" he roared, his voice laced with panic. "Why the hell can't I teleport?! Is this some kind of… joke?!"

The chimera, sensing Agra's… distress… resumed its attack. The cobra tail lashed out, spitting another volley of venom bullets, forcing Michael to focus his attention on… dodging. The damn thing was fast, its movements unpredictable. It could swivel its head a full 360 degrees, tracking Michael's movements with unnerving accuracy. Even with Shadow Teleportation, even with his enhanced speed and reflexes, he was having trouble getting close.

Trees, caught in the crossfire, withered and turned to ash, the forest floor littered with smoking, corrosive residue.

"Enough of this," Michael growled, summoning his shield. The black metal, etched with crimson runes, whirred to life, its jagged edges spinning with a sound like a chainsaw revving up. He hurled it towards the chimera's tail, aiming for the base of the cobra, where it connected to the… rest of the… monstrosity.

The shield flew through the air, a blur of black metal and crimson light, its blades a deadly vortex. The chimera, however, reacted instantly. It leaped, its massive body surprisingly agile, twisting in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the spinning shield.

The Agra heads that formed the chimera's… upper body… snickered, their expressions a mix of mockery and… triumph.

"Missed!" one of them taunted.

But Michael simply smiled.

The tree's impact altered the shield's trajectory. As a result, It ricocheted outwards, its spinning blades slicing through the chimera's tail, severing it halfway through.

The chimera roared, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony, as a geyser of dark green blood, thick and viscous, erupted from the wound, splattering the surrounding trees, the air thick with the stench of… something both metallic and… rotten.

Michael watched as the severed tail, still twitching, still attached to the chimera's body by a few… strands of… something… thrashed wildly on the ground. It was… disgusting. And distracting.

He was about to activate his X-ray vision, to locate the real Agra, when…

BAM.

Agra, seemingly appearing out of thin air, launched himself at Michael, tackling him, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs and armor.

"What did you do, you bastard?!" Agra shrieked, his voice a mix of rage and panic. "My… my teleportation! It's… it's not working! What the fuck did you do to it?!"

He rained blows on Michael, his fists connecting with Michael's armor, the impacts echoing through the forest like thunderclaps. He was a whirlwind of chaotic energy, his movements unpredictable, his strength… surprising.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Michael, caught off guard by the sudden attack, grunted, his head spinning, his ears ringing. He grabbed Agra's wrists, his grip like iron, and headbutted the Chaos God, the impact sending a jolt of pain through both their skulls.

Agra stumbled back, releasing his grip, his eyes wide with a mixture of pain and… disbelief.

Michael pushed himself to his feet, cracking his neck, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

"What's wrong, Agra?" he taunted. "Gonna go crying to your mommy? Is Qin Jiu gonna come and… kiss it better?" He chuckled, enjoying the look of… pure, unadulterated fury… that twisted Agra's features. He was losing it. And Michael… well, Michael was just getting started.