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The hum of shattered neon still echoed faintly through the wrecked pub as Rudra approached the black and gold door —
The entrance to the VIP chamber of Mire Fang and The Butcher.
He reached for the handle.
It didn't budge.
"...."
A faint red light flickered beside it —
Fingerprint access.
He sighed quietly.
Sigh~
"Of course."
Just as he was about to open it in a brute way,
A harsh voice barked from behind him:
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
Before Rudra could even turn,
A cold hand clamped down on his shoulder —
And in an instant, ice began to spread.
"...."
Frost crept across his armor, crawling up toward his neck,
Freezing everything in a web of jagged blue shards.
The temperature in the room plummeted, the floor glistening with frost.
Rudra's movement halted —
His shoulder and half his chest encased in solid ice.
Behind him, the newcomer —
A tall man in tactical armor with pale-blue eyes —
Smirked, his breath fogging the air.
Smirk~
"You picked the wrong door, hero."
Rudra tilted his head slightly,
"...."
The faint hum of his mask modulator breaking the silence.
"...You done?"
Before the man could reply,
Rudra's arm flexed.
Golden cracks raced across the frozen ice —
CRRKKKK! —
And in one fluid motion, the frost shattered into dust.
The man's eyes widened.
"What—"
Rudra's hand shot back, lightning fast.
He grabbed the man's wrist —
CRUNCH!!!
Bones crunched.
"AAAGH—!"
Rudra twisted, dragging the man forward and smashing his knee into his gut.
The air whooshed out of the man's lungs as he doubled over.
Rudra's eyes glowed faintly beneath his mask.
"You shouldn't touch people without asking."
With a single motion,
He hurled the man forward —
SMASH! —
Slamming him into the fingerprint door.
Crack!!!
The impact cracked the security scanner's frame.
The ice-user wheezed, trying to rise, his quirk sparking blue in panic.
"Y-you—"
Before he could finish,
Rudra's dual swords flared to life in both hands.
The crimson energy along their edges rippled like molten fire.
He swung —
Once, cleanly.
The blades flashed through the air, trailing gold and red light —
Slicing through both of the man's arms in a single arc.
The sound of searing energy and tearing metal filled the hallway.
The ice-user screamed —
"...."
A strangled, shocked cry —
Ahhhh!!!
Collapsing to his knees.
Rudra didn't hesitate.
He pivoted, slamming his foot into the man's chest, sending him crashing through the half-ruined door.
BOOM!
The steel door buckled inward with a thunderous impact, folding like paper.
Before the injured guard could hit the ground,
Rudra was already in motion —
His left sword dissolving into a swirl of red cubes that reformed around his hand,
solidifying into a golden knuckle bracer with glowing Brahmastra circuits running across its surface.
He stepped through the shattered doorway,
Energy radiating from his body like heat off molten iron.
The guard tried to crawl away,
Blood trailing from his stumps,
But Rudra didn't even glance down.
He raised his gauntleted hand —
And struck once, cleanly, like a hammer of divine judgment.
BOOM!
The impact cracked the floor beneath them,
Sending a tremor through the chamber.
The guard went silent —
"...."
Unconscious, chest armor dented inward.
Rudra exhaled once, then looked up.
Inside, the private chamber was dimly lit by soft crimson lamps and lined with black marble.
Two figures sat opposite each other on velvet couches —
Mire Fang, a thin man with razor teeth and serpentine tattoos winding across his face,
And The Butcher,
A hulking brute with a shaved head and a cigar in his mouth.
Both men stared at Rudra —
"...."
"...."
One amused, the other fuming.
Rudra stepped into the room fully,
The glow of his sword and knuckle bracer reflecting off the walls.
"Gentlemen,"
He said, voice calm but carrying the weight of thunder.
"Apologies for the interruption. I believe you're both under arrest."
Present...
The Butcher's grin widened, veins bulging along his temple.
"Arrest? You got guts, tin man."
He rose from his seat, towering like a mountain of muscle.
"Let's see if you still talk when I break that fancy armor."
Mire Fang's pupils slit like a reptile's, his voice smooth and venomous.
"And if there's anything left to break,"
He hissed.
"I'll make sure it dissolves slowly."
Rudra took his stance —
One arm raised, the sword gleaming crimson.
The other coiled with the knuckle bracer glowing gold.
"Come, then,"
He said quietly.
"Let's end this."
The air in the chamber grew thick — heavy with tension and the metallic scent of oil, steel, and death.
The Eclipse Dawn's private suite,
Once meant for elite criminal deals,
Now looked like the stage of a slaughterhouse.
Rudra stood still, watching the two figures before him begin to change.
The Butcher let out a guttural roar as the skin of his forearms split open,
Veins bulging and twisting like cables beneath the surface.
The sound of grinding bone echoed through the room —
And from his wrists, two massive butcher knives sprouted, merging seamlessly with his flesh.
His muscles expanded,
Cords of sinew tightening under the skin,
Each fiber pulsing with unnatural strength.
He turned toward a metal vase on the black marble counter beside him.
SHING!
One effortless swing —
And the vase split cleanly in two.
The cut was so precise it gleamed under the dim light for a heartbeat before the halves slid apart and clattered to the ground.
The Butcher grinned, his teeth yellow and jagged.
Grin~
"You see that, shiny boy? That's what happens to flesh when my knives touch it."
Rudra said nothing,
His eyes calm and unreadable beneath the mask.
On the other side of the room,
Mire Fang's body rippled with a grotesque transformation.
His veins darkened, bulging like black vines under his skin.
His pupils narrowed into slits.
A forked tongue slithered between his lips as green scales spread rapidly across his body,
Covering him in a serpentine armor that shimmered faintly under the light.
Two double-bladed axes clicked into his hands —
Their edges glistening with a faint,
Oily sheen that hissed as it touched the air.
Hiss~
"Careful, hero…"
He hissed, voice dripping with malice.
Hiss~
"If I bite you — even once — the venom will melt your nerves before you hit the floor. What comes after… well,"
His tongue flicked out again,
"you'll wish for death."
The Butcher laughed, his blades scraping against each other, showering sparks.
Hahaha!
"Last time we teamed up, it took us three minutes to pulp the poor bastard. Let's see if you last four."
The two killers began to circle Rudra,
Spreading apart —
One taking the left flank, the other the right.
Their footsteps echoed in sync, measured, predatory.
Thud. Thud.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Rudra exhaled slowly.
The hum of his Brahmastra core filled the room,
Faint at first —
Then building, like a deep, vibrating chord that resonated through the walls.
The crimson lines along his armor flared, glowing like veins of magma.
A golden light rippled down his sword.
The knuckle bracer on his other arm pulsed in rhythm.
Rudra's stance lowered slightly —
Fluid, balanced, waiting.
The Butcher roared first.
"DIE!"
He lunged —
A human freight train of muscle and steel.
The ground cracked beneath his feet as he launched forward,
Twin blades slicing through the air with terrifying speed.
Rudra ducked beneath the first swing —
The knives cut a deep gash through the concrete wall, molten sparks spraying.
The second blade came in from below, a brutal upward arc.
Rudra twisted, blocking with his bracer —
CLANG! —
Sparks exploded as metal met mutated steel.
The impact sent shock waves through the floor.
Before Rudra could counter,
Mire Fang struck from the side —
Both axes whirling in a spinning assault.
Rudra leapt backward, his boots skidding across the marble,
Both blades slicing past his chest in a blur of green and silver.
A few strands of his armor fabric shredded loose.
Mire Fang hissed, his tongue flicking.
Hiss~
"Quick reflexes… you might even make this fun."
Rudra landed lightly, rolling his shoulders.
"You talk too much."
With a flick of his wrist,
A golden energy chain shot from his bracer,
Wrapping around The Butcher's wrist mid-swing.
Before the brute could react,
Rudra yanked —
Hard.
"...."
The Butcher stumbled forward,
His huge frame losing balance just long enough for Rudra to spin and drive his sword upward —
A clean golden arc that tore through the man's left shoulder.
SHHRRING!
The Butcher howled, blood spraying,
But he didn't stop.
He slammed his knee into Rudra's side,
Sending him staggering back a step.
"Didn't expect me to be so tough, huh?!"
He bellowed, eyes wild.
Rudra's answer was a punch —
Straight, fast, and burning with Brahmastra light.
The golden knuckle bracer connected square with the man's chest —
And the energy released like a cannon blast.
BOOOM!
The Butcher was launched backward,
Smashing into the wall hard enough to shatter the marble and embed him into it.
But before Rudra could advance,
Mire Fang leapt high, flipping in midair,
Both axes crossing downward toward Rudra's neck.
Rudra turned, sparks flying as he blocked the first blow —
But the second caught his side,
Slashing through his armor.
The venom hissed on contact, burning faintly.
Mire Fang landed on all fours,
Licking the edge of his axe.
Rudra exhaled sharply,
Then smirked under his mask.
Smirk~
"You shouldn't have done that."
A crimson glow erupted from the wound —
The Brahmastra's purifying energy burning away the venom before it could spread.
Rudra raised both hands, his weapons humming louder.
The sword extended into a long red-gold blade,
While the knuckle bracer began spinning faintly,
Small cubes forming a rotating field of light.
He took a slow step forward, eyes blazing.
"Let's see how long your little partnership lasts."
The moment the chain snapped with a violent crack,
Crack~
The Butcher bellowed like an enraged beast.
The links of divine energy shattered into molten shards,
Scattering across the floor like falling embers.
His arms—
Each ending in a gleaming butcher's blade—
Tensed, muscles rippling as he crouched low.
"You think chains can hold me, boy!?"
He roared, his voice echoing through the chamber like thunder.
Rudra didn't answer—
"...."
His breathing calm, eyes locked on both of them.
The tension in the air felt alive,
Vibrating through every molecule around them.
With a guttural scream,
Ahhhh!!!
The Butcher charged,
His blades slicing twin arcs of silver through the air—
Aiming to split Rudra clean down the center.
The sheer speed of it carved a gust that shattered the light fixtures above, raining sparks like falling stars.
He felt the strike coming from behind before he saw it.
He moved like a blur,
Grabbing Mire Fang by the collar of his scaled armor and yanking him forward just as The Butcher's blades descended.
SCHRRRING!
The twin butcher knives met flesh—
Not Rudra's, but Mire Fang's.
The cut was clean and horrifyingly final—
Splitting his head open from crown to jaw in a spray of dark green blood.
"...."
"...."
"...."
For a heartbeat, everything froze.
The Butcher's eyes went wide with disbelief.
Mire Fang's pupils dilated—
His body twitching once before collapsing to the ground with a wet thud.
Thud.
"...."
Silence.
Then, slowly, Rudra stood straight, letting the corpse slide from his grip.
The crimson glow of his armor pulsed in the dim light.
"You really should watch where you swing,"
He said quietly.
The Butcher's shock twisted into rage.
He spat on the floor, green saliva mixing with the blood.
"You son of a—"
He lunged again,
His massive frame covering the distance between them in a single bound,
Blades flashing for Rudra's throat.
Rudra dropped low, sliding across the polished marble,
The blades passing inches above his head, the wind of the strike ruffling his hood through the mask.
The Butcher whirled, snarling, but Rudra was already moving—
His hand flicked, and from his gauntlet,
Three red-gold rings of Brahmastra energy constructed shot forth with a sharp whizz.
Whizzz~ Whizzz~
Whizzz~
At first, The Butcher just sneered.
Sneer
"What are those supposed to—"
The rings expanded mid-air—
Growing, folding, and twisting into massive restraints that snapped tight around his neck, wrists, and ankles before he could react.
SHH-CLANK!
The floor beneath him erupted with golden light as radiant chains shot out from each ring,
Anchoring into the steel plates of the ship's flooring with seismic force.
The Butcher struggled,
"...."
His muscles bulging grotesquely, veins glowing red as he tried to pull free—
But the Brahmastra constructs didn't even tremble.
He gritted his teeth, eyes flaring with manic hate.
"You think this can hold me?! I'll rip these off and tear you apart!"
Rudra stepped closer, sword dissolving into cubes, now glowing faintly red before vanishing.
"Try."
The Butcher flexed, veins bulging, his body straining—
—but the chains only tightened, glowing brighter.
Each movement he made triggered a divine reaction—
The bonds constricting further until the golden rings bit into his flesh.
He choked, gasping, fury giving way to panic as his body began to shake.
"...."
Rudra crouched beside him, calm and cold.
"The harder you fight, the tighter they pull. That's the beauty of binding construct. It doesn't hold with strength—it holds with will."
He tapped the ground once with his finger.
The golden energy flared.
Ahhh!!!
The Butcher's scream tore through the chamber as the chains dragged him down,
Forcing him onto his knees.
The blades on his arms sparked against the floor, useless.
Rudra stood, his voice low.
"You've cut enough people for one lifetime. Time to rest those hands."
The golden energy pulsed one last time—
And with a blinding flash,
The Butcher collapsed, unconscious,
The bindings fusing around him like molten cuffs.
The chamber was silent again.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Mire Fang's corpse lay motionless.
The Butcher, defeated and bound, slumped against the floor.
The acrid smell of burnt venom and sweat hung thick in the air.
Rudra deactivated his knuckle bracer construct, watching as the light dimmed,
His armor cooling down.
He exhaled slowly, letting the tension bleed out of his shoulders.
Sigh~
"...."
Then, his system chimed in his mind:
[Mission Complete: Capture the Two Villains – Reward Granted.]
[Ravan Template Integration: +2%]
[Heroic Reputation: +12★ Stars]
Rudra looked toward the shattered doorway and muttered,
"Let's see how much chaos this one will stir up in tomorrow's headlines…"
Layala House...
Inside Layla's house, the music had softened, the chatter fading into a restless murmur.
Everyone—
Students, guests, even a few curious parents—
Were gathered around the massive TV in the living room.
Gwen's tablet was linked directly to it,
The live feed crackling with static before stabilizing.
At first, the footage showed only flickers of movement—
Red light, gunfire, shadows.
Then, it focused—
Rudra, in his Ra-One armor, standing amid chaos.
Layla, Gwen, Will, and the others leaned forward,
Their faces lit by the glow of the screen.
"...."
"...."
"...."
ON THE SCREEN...
The view shook slightly,
As if captured by a security drone Gwen had hijacked.
Rudra—
Silent, calm, eyes burning red—
Walked through gunfire like it was rain.
Bullets froze in midair against his Brahmastra barrier, clattering harmlessly to the floor.
Then the camera caught the faces of the two men inside the chamber.
Layla gasped, hand flying to her mouth.
"Wait—those are…"
Beside her, Steve Stronghold,
Who had been lounging with a casual smile moments ago,
Suddenly froze.
"...."
His glass of soda halted mid-air.
"...That's Mire Fang. And The Butcher."
The room went dead silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even Josie Stronghold, who'd earlier dismissed it as
"just a bunch of kids watching hero clips,"
Felt her smile fade.
Her brows knitted as recognition set in.
"No way. Those two were declared Class-A Threats. The Hero Commission marked them both as too dangerous for solo capture."
Steve's face darkened.
"...."
"And yet—"
ON SCREEN...
The Butcher's roar shook the audio feed.
Sparks flew as he brought down both of his mutated blades,
The sheer impact warping the metal floor.
Mire Fang hissed beside him,
Body glimmering with scales,
Swinging his toxic axes.
And through it all—
Rudra moved like water.
Every dodge, every counter looked effortless.
His sword shimmered crimson.
His bracer pulsed gold with brahmastra energy.
He twisted, parried, rolled, and struck back with precision too refined to be human.
When The Butcher's blade came down for the killing blow—
Rudra pulled Mire Fang into its path.
The house erupted in gasps.
Gasp!
The feed caught the moment in slow motion—
The gleaming edge slicing through the villain's skull, the explosion of blood,
The horror in The Butcher's eyes.
"...."
"Holy—"
Muttered Will, cutting himself off, jaw slack.
Layla looked both shocked and pale.
"...."
"He… he used him as a shield."
Beside her, Gwen's eyes gleamed with fascination,
Fingers tightening on her tablet.
Her whisper was low, reverent almost.
"He anticipated that strike before it happened. He read the entire fight like a script…"
ON SCREEN...
The Butcher turned in blind rage,
His veins bulging as he swung wildly—
Only for Rudra to duck beneath him and launch the Brahmastra rings.
The rings expanded midair, glowing gold, latching onto the villain's body.
The sound that followed—
SHH-CLANK!
—filled the living room like thunder.
The golden chains flared, dragging The Butcher down,
Pinning him to the ground like an insect under divine nails.
The camera zoomed in—
Rudra's voice calm beneath his mask.
"The harder you struggle, the tighter they hold."
And then—
BOOM.
The final pulse of Brahmastra energy flooded the screen,
White-gold light consuming the frame.
When the feed cleared,
Both villains were down—
Mire Fang, dead;
The Butcher, unconscious and bound.
Rudra stood amidst the wreckage,
A lone figure of light in a pit of darkness.
Back in Layla's house—
"...."
"...."
"...."
No one spoke.
The only sound was the faint hum of the TV.
Steve Stronghold slowly lowered his glass,
His usual hero's grin replaced by something between awe and unease.
Grin~
"I've seen pros take on high-tier threats with full squads and still fail. That… that man dismantled both of them alone."
Josie nodded, her voice hushed.
Nod~
"His precision… it's not brute power. He has good control over his quirk."
Layla sat quietly, her heart pounding.
"...."
The image of Rudra's calm face in battle—
His movements, his absolute composure—
Burned into her mind.
"That's our… professor,"
She whispered.
Gwen crossed her arms,
Hiding the glint of satisfaction in her eyes.
"He's far more than that."
One of the students muttered,
"Ra-One just single-handedly brought down two of the worst villains in America…"
Another whispered,
"Did you see how he moved? Like he knew every attack before it came."
Even Will looked shaken.
"And this guy's been teaching us how to draw our dreams in class?"
Steve Stronghold leaned back, exhaling deeply.
"Whoever he really is before becoming a professor… he's no ordinary hero."
The camera feed flickered one last time before cutting off by the sudden flash like something hit it.
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(A/N):
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