Legends aren't born! Legends are made! From the humble beginning of those seeking glory, they strive to rise to the occasion to establish their legacy.
Legacies crafted from the ambitions and actions of those extraordinary. Born with powers that exceed the capabilities of mere mortals, everyone is destined for greatness.
Remember, Legends aren't born. Legends are made! However, every legend is different from the other. Every legacy leaves a wake of darkness in its wake or a shining ray of hope. The question is, what type of legend will you be?
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Mirroring the African's impudence Gilgamesh had exercised his telekinetic powers. Augmenting his appendages to erect artificial limbs that dwarfed his figure. Giving rise to a magnificent spectacle as the descending arms of Goliath rushed the the tensile might of the ascending David. Upon coming into contact the volatile moves turned the skies purple, with time seemingly at stand still. Yet, in the end it was the Fang Emissary who prevailed his attack surging onward. Its crippling explosive distortions ripping through the constructs and blowing them apart. No sooner had the last of the punch been placed than did the familiar sensation overcame him.
However, he was prepared for the man's forces and matched them with EM's might. Following this, he'd alternate both arms and execute multiple hits, utilizing the same principles of his original idea. Punches that crushed and exploded unrelentingly. Lost in the excitement Duma started to exercise his bending component. Forcing the Gilgamesh's magnetically charged costume to erupt under the imprint of his fist. "Who is Fang? Your ignorance pains me. We are a collective of like minded individuals. Operating under the strict ruler ship of an enigmatic figure. Our influence permeates every fabric of America's underworld and beyond. If you request it, I'm sure the Hero Association will send you our file in hospital" At the conclusion of his statement the architect of chaos performed a hay maker to send Gilgamesh crashing to sea.
The might of M'sondaa had once again proven to be at a mass level, which simply out classed what Gilgamesh was currently showcasing. The fists were furiously pounding into the legendary armor on Gilgamesh's body, yet he felt the brunt of every single blow connecting one after another. Gilgamesh found himself spitting up blood similarly to how M'sondaa was when he let off his hands before. This guy truly had some nerve putting his filthy dick beaters on a being such as Gilgamesh. But Gilgamesh felt the true danger of the situation. He was basically out classed as a whole. M'sondaa was faster as seen when he countered his augmented attacks. He was stronger, as seen in just a moment ago as he broke through the debris augmented hammer fist. And his power. His quirk. He was showing just how superior it was to Gilgamesh's. As he was sent plunging towards the sea, Gilgamesh could feel that the people in the surrounding area were completely evacuated at this point; This being due to his gravity awareness ability Letting him "feel" everything around. With this in mind he knew he could use That now.
Just before he hit the water, Gilgamesh used his gravity abilities to "push" the water away as he levitated in a crater per se (the Gravity is creating a crater in the water from pushing it away). Now levitating in place and looking around, Gilgamesh would take out his prized weapon, EA, and point it at his adversary in the skies.
"So there's more like you? Yeah, you'll all go down by my hand personally. Starting right here Fang will fall...."
"The entirety of this battle has been marred in delusion of grandeur. From the threats of arrest to the self proclaimed status of your bestowed title." M'sondaa professed in succession to Gilgamesh's declaration. By now the harbinger of Kisooma had narrowed down the man's abilities. Thus, his deceleration from the meteoric punch he'd inflicted was off little consequence to him. "Our current stations is the hallmark of our situations. Gilgamesh your might belies your shortsightedness. Your original purpose was to cease our illicit shipment. Yet look around, as we fought my own subordinates carried out their duties and escaped. As for our fight, Id be remiss not to congratulate the potential of your abilities. The fact still remains, all you've witnessed is but a taste of my arsenal."
Reveling in the beauty of the moment, Duma emitted electric sparks and metamorphosed them into various electromagnetic frequencies. "See, you were nothing more than plaything to satiate my curiosity. Now here's more painful truth. All you've done is attempted and failed to climb one dune from a sprawling desert. This is what it means to challenge and defeat Fang. Far greater men than you have stood where you are and made said such claims. Still here I stand" M'sondaa straightened his hat as he maintained his monologue, "You were a worthy adversary but its about time I ended this charade"
Ah i guess this moment was happening at an opportune time. Finally the villain was taking time out of the fight to monologue his greatness. And it was a fine little speech had it not been directed towards Gilgamesh himself. But it was. So it was immediately dismissed as a lunatic spewing out nonsense. It didn't matter who came before Gilgamesh. He was the King of heroes and he'd stop any major threats to society. Scoffing at M'sondaa, Gilgamesh spoke to him for what he decided was the last time.
"You talk too much.... If you didn't, you'd have noticed that the authorities have had this place surrounded for a while now. Your little light show gave them a good idea of where to be. Ahaha. Anyway, with your flunkies as good as caught, i might as well put you down also."
Gilgamesh said this as he floated higher into the sky to be on the same level as M'sondaa, still not liking the fact that he continuously attempted to look down on him. At this point Gilgamesh would gather a mass amount of gravitational force around a single hand, his right hand specifically. The amount of mass accumulated at the center of his fist made a completely visible distortion around the entire area Gilgamesh floated in. Without any more words to exchange, Gilgamesh rushed at M'sondaa with full force, aiming to completely crush him with the infinite mass jab.
Accustomed to the deviant nature of Gilgamesh, M'sondaa accosted his zeal with arrogance of his own. Stretching his arm, the architect of chaos cracked his knuckles. As he gazed about his immediate right and pursed his lips, "I pity your subjects o' king of heroes. As I said I am the Architect of Chaos. Tell me what good is chaos without an audience?" Duma let his statement marinate in the lingering silence before bursting into a chuckle. "Surrounded? I expected as much. Your people were the moth to the flame. My subordinate escaped via sea. With the city's water police boats mysterious disappearance a days ago. I doubt there's enough a force to stop them" the inflection of his delivery as sarcastic as his grin. "You are right. We've dragged this to long. If the howl of the Fang permits we shall meet..."
Apostles, devoted adherents representing a defined purpose. Both M'sondaa and Gilgamesh had stepped onto this bustling enclave brandishing their ideas. Its current desolate status was proof of their resoluteness. The indented pavements, shattered window panes and crevasses the scars which spoke of the struggle by which the other was determined to succeed. Behind the cool and collected face of Fang's Emissary, was a competitive nature. Thus, as his arms was metamorphosed into a saline red hue, his mind was made. "..Goodbye" M'sondaa declared as he rushed to met the man. Cocking his arm the African infused electricity, gamma and infrared frequencies. A potent admixture that was the apex of his abilities. Once it landed all would fade to white. Its ensuing mayhem the diversion he'd use to leave.
The final blow was finally dealt. The two clashed with a force seen only by few ever before. Gilgamesh had given it his all in order to overcome this obstacle. This obstacle was M'sondaa. His power. It seemed it was an obstacle even Gilgamesh couldn't overcome just yet. The bright flash of their impact was the last that Gilgamesh had seen of M'sondaa that night. Or anything to be honest. The next thing he knew was waking up in the University's medical lab with cords connected to him.
"Shit, i lost. But h -- How was everyone around?!!! No one was harmed, were they???!!!! I'm- such an idiot..."
Not only did Gilgamesh lose, but he also allowed the lives of other people to be put in danger by a villain. How could be be the King of Heroes if a Mongrel was able to put him to shame. Gilgamesh knew he had to get stronger. He had to get more experience. And he needed to learn to protect his people at all costs. Ripping the cords off of himself, Gilgamesh got up and called out to his security.
"Get King's Treasure. I have to go, now.... Villains. Fang. M'sondaa. I'll surpass you all, and bring a peace to my kingdoms."
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