He wasn't going to back down when the hooded man took to the sky. He chased after him, colliding again and again until the hood came off, revealing his black hair and red tattooed face.
The moment he memorized that red tattoo, another captain rushed towards the battle in the sky, screaming, belching smoke, rising into the air:
- Dragon! Today! You will face justice!
What did he say?
Forced to move forward at any cost, the tall Marine looked through blackened eyes at what was happening around him.
The angular shapes curved and flew in all directions, it was the tide washing over the shore. Eroding the land with each wave, it was invisible to anyone who could not see this irresistible force created by invisible universal Forces.
But now he could see her.
It was like watching a collection of still frames, as if a film had been projected too slowly, creating a sense of progress and a lack of it at the same time.
With each blow, and each time the wind grew stronger and cut deeper into his stone skin, he saw these Powers a little bit.
Then another one appeared, but it was not a threat.
How did he know this?
As he watched the scenes unfold before his mind's eye, he witnessed the man with the tattooed face awaken something within himself. It was a Force that caused waves to wash away the shores.
It was the Force that blurred reality!
The still frames disappeared.
Returning to his body, which was swinging his hammer in a wide arc, Bill was attacked both physically and mentally.
Firstly, he only now felt the blades of wind cutting deeply into his skin.
Secondly, the distorted smell of ozone almost made him choke!
But everything was okay. Everything was okay even when the man with the tattooed face grabbed his mighty hammer and threw him far beyond the city, into the wild.
Even when he broke through the trees and raised a cloud of dust, everything was okay, because now he understood something he didn't know before.
As he rose to his feet, he felt the ethereal forms twist and swirl in the fabric of reality. He saw them as waves emanating from the battle that was taking place not far from the crater he had created.
In his mind's eye he saw himself as a rocky shore holding back these waves. He saw himself as a reef that, despite the pounding of the waves, cried out:
- I'm here! I'm real! You will never win!
Leaping over the treetops, Bill's body turned black. Starting with his eyes, the darkness rose to his brain and then descended until it covered his entire body, including his mangled hammer.
As Bill took aim at his opponent, he saw that the fight had moved to an uninhabited part of the island and noticed the surprise in the man's eyes as he approached.
This was because in Bill's presence, reality resumed its usual course.
Once again locked in battle, the storm, which had already grown to the size of an island, began to weaken.
When the man replaced his smirk with a raised eyebrow, Bill didn't care. He didn't want to dampen the storm. He wanted to destroy it!
Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed around them, and Bill didn't think about where his partner was.
The storm grew tighter and tighter until the tattooed man grimaced and made his final decision.
- Boy, you have a backbone! I like it! It's just a pity that you are on the side of the oppressors and the false god, otherwise you could have become great!
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire huge storm was absorbed into his body.
Now Bill saw two creatures in front of him.
One creature was an ordinary man who had become a giant, lightning running through his body and tornadoes swirling under his skin. His eyes were the centers of hurricanes, calm but slowly rotating.
The other creature was what Bill saw in his mind's eye, a terrifying apparition that had no body but was made up of floating wheels with eyes that looked straight at him.
If before he stood against the tidal waves, now Bill stood against the tsunami.
But Bill couldn't give up, especially not now! His mind's eye echoed: "I am the rocky shore. I am the Rocky Shore. I am the ROCK SHORE!"
Raising his hammer, Bill knew that the creature wouldn't last long and prepared his body as he charged forward, straight towards the storm giant, whose tattoos now covered his entire body.
He forced his ribs to grow together. He forced his knees and elbows to sharpen. He forced his knuckles to move forward. He forced his heart to beat slowly but powerfully.
Moving upward from the storm giant's belt, he dodged tornadoes, lightning, and wind blades.
Knowing that his black hammer could only take one good hit, Bill was determined not to let this moment pass as he reached the giant's head and shouted:
— BLACK STONE STRIKE!
As the hammer fell on its target, Bill felt it was the moment of truth. The moment when he would hold back the waves and reality would reassert its dominance.