Doomed to Die in 3 Minutes

Meteor Breaker

Corai keeps up his facade and bravado despite being faced with this new development. He tries his hardest to know why. He had learned quickly to not look a gift horse in the mouth, if something is favourable at a dire moment you can appreciate it and worry about it later, well usually. This time he had nothing to lose from just looking. Something was happening here to break the meteor he was holding back with his hands. Small cracks were forming and tiny flakes of debris were dropping with each one…

He closes his eyes and focuses. If he can’t see it with his bare eyes then maybe his hearing could. Whoosh. Something small cutting through the air with incredible force and meets the boulder of flame and… bang. Crack. Like a bullet. Another shot if fired, again and again, one after another with frightening speed and accuracy he felt as if a professional sniper was backing him from behind, but who could do it? Corai opens his eyes and looks behind him.

He remains focused on the sounds but still can’t see what the thing hitting the meteor is… so he turns back to look at the asteroid and search for the moments of impact. The bullets are so quick and tiny that he can’t see them with his naked eye. It’s not possible for the audience below to notice and Corai himself couldn’t see the root cause. Whatever was being thrown was moving at such speed that he doubted anyone less than A-Rank would even be able to process it. If one of these were thrown at him directly… he’d probably fall and die. It would only take one.

So, taking all possibilities into account, there was only one culprit. He roughly followed the trajectory through sound just to make sure and he reached the obvious answer. Alisa was chucking tiny sharp pebbles with perfectly executed swift overhand motions as if she was a pitching machine at a batting centre but moving at supersonic speed. While she was a miraculous entity that came back from the dead, the impending doom above made sure no one was looking at her, but even if they had, he was sure that her attacks would remain undetected one way or another.

With every toss, she was dealing damage to the huge rock and making him look incredibly good. As if he was the one behind the gradual destruction. Brilliant. For whatever reason, she was quick on the uptake and decided for whatever reason to support him. To make sure that his little act and magic show was convincing. She shot him a smug smile that was as bright as the sun. He wanted to blush but he made sure to hide his face so she wouldn’t notice. 

“No… I can’t… this isn’t… this isn’t happening!” Phonom still in his carriage began to throw a tantrum. He was going to lose. Checkmate with no legal plays. The absolute despair setting in when someone faces a no-win scenario. There’s no way to go but down. To offer your head to your opponent because anything else would be dragging your name in the mud. Phonom clearly couldn’t even do that as he swore up a storm in his disgrace and refusal to accept the situation. Going through the stages of death in real-time as he tries desperately to think of anything that could help him in even the slightest manner. There is nothing.

Alisa speeds up her throws. Makes them faster and stronger. The small cracks lead into one another now and more and more pieces of gravel fall from the heavens. Corai understood immediately. Not because of fighting instinct but because of an actors intuition. The climax was upon him and it was time for the cast to sell their performance once and for all with the money shot. “Hrruuaaagghhhuu! Corai pulls his right fist back as far as his body can let him, compressing his muscles and strength into a spring of a gun. 

A sudden surge of the cutting sounds. He understood the timing of each individual one by basing them off the previous shots. Just before they land he intensifies the blue aura he had given conjured over his body and screamed his lung out as he punches with all his might. He would do nothing by himself of course but when put together with the numerous little darts of destruction…

The cracks across the meteor are finished. The burning boulder now has large fractures all over it. His punch lands dead centre. It shatters like an egg against a hammer. Giant chunks of stone come hurtling down. Alisa races over to each point of expected impact. She obliterates the leftovers with a punch or a kick one by one to ensure the safety of the people she loves. The stardust shimmers like snow as it harmlessly falls on the people and the ground below. The confetti when the curtain is called. 

“No. I… I can’t… This can’t... “ Phonom begins to huff and wheeze. Having a complete panic attack. The Demon Khan Zelo descends and puts both of his feet on the ground. As he does the citizens rush over and throw their bodies to the ground in adoration. They were quite used to doing this out of fear but to do so out of respect and appreciation was an all-new thing altogether for them. They weep as their prayers had finally been answered. Heroes had come to save them and made good on their promises.

“...Wait…! If magic won’t work I’ll just beat you to death with my bare hands! Yes! That’ll work!” Phonom screams from his carriage and he begins to unlock his doors. He had lost it. He grabbed onto a tiny string of what he saw as hope but it was a lie he crafted for himself. Going hand to hand would do little to nothing to save him. At best, if someone hit him he’d self-destruct the city but no one would be dumb enough to do that. 

He roars as he sprints towards Zelo with fists raised. A middle-aged man with dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face, wearing frilly and ridiculous clothes of an age long past even for this feudal world. Madness in his eyes. The people near Zelo part in taught fear. He swings a punch at the Demon Khan, who effortlessly dodges by turning his head to the side. 

“Tick tock. You only got a little less than a minute left. Alright then. If you’re willing to get your hands dirty … I’ll play with you until the bell is rung.” The Demon smiled.