System:Of The Ugly - Chapter 57

“Sir! That went well!”

In the plateau of the sunflowers, outside the castle hall stood crowds and crowds of colorful power-borns. The meeting had ended, what everyone thought and expected of a rowdy meeting turned into a rather timid talks.

“When there’s a common enemy, well you know what they say.” Unfurling an umbrella, Zack shed light at Melody’s comment; of the meeting.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend?”

“Yes and no! In this case, we don’t even know what and who even is our enemy but it’s the same thorn that’s pricking at our feet so Yes! The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

The lonely castle and its little houses surrounding it had never a many visitors, and for a massive bundle of power-borns the lonely plateau was too small a space and a tussle was inevitable; and on the other side where the leaders weren’t present, a tussle started near a drinking fountain, where a disposable cup was likely the cause,

“HAAA?!! I’m talking to you!” glowered a man.

“Use another one then.” Replied the other, as dull and low as one could be.

Two elites wearing formal suits for the occasion went neck to neck in the earliest of moments when their post was uplifted, with many colorful personalities involved this tussle could very well be a ticking fuse for an explosive rumble.

Then;

“OI! DICK HEADS!” roared a voice from the gathering crowds.

With a treasure chest revealed in the openings of her red coat, she walked a bouncing plump chests, “Fuck are you doing crying over who bumps who, if you wanna jerk each other off go way over there where the kids are!” Samara came in, arms hot and readied for any.

“What do we have here. Wahah!” drinking from a giant mug that covered his face, a hulking gaffer of a man, two set of hard giant horns as though they were a set of uncombed and weighty and coarse, tangled hairs protruding from the sides of his head to the back, two set of hard giant horns that of a giant ram laughed at the commotion from besides a staircase which leads to the main hall of where the meeting took place, wearing not but pants and boots; the staircase was completely occupied by his larger figure.

“Samara! Fuck did you say?” barked one of the man, slender and tall with two lines of black under his eye; his brows, they were slanted in a temper while the other stood cold, silent and blank yet his glare did not tell a tale of willing to stand down either.

“HMM?” the wildest of the lioness grinded her teeth, seething her anger as steam she thrusted air off her nose.

“Nothing to say? Good then fuck off, I’ll smack him real quick and I’ll be done, YA HEAR PUNK!?”

“—LLLLLISTEN HERE YOU PUNK!” restraints was always on Samara’s weaker sides, her heavy breathes as her whole body moves spoke of her holding back her tendencies to smash through any loud mouths as much she could, with a fist she showed clenching the air as a last warning.

“You deaf broad? Didn’t I tol–!” the man couldn’t have finished his words, as all who were present saw a swirling fire; twirling around a fist coming for his teeth.

Samara did her best but a loudmouth who simply begs for a punch was very much an ideal and the most favorite dish of Samara to serve; activating her perk she threw a punch however as quick or quicker than the eyes could blink appeared a man who manages to block the fierce lioness’s punch before they could melt the teeth of the loudmouth; with a clay like ball that he levitated in the air, these blob were also at his feet, “MING!” she growled with mean eyes.

“Let’s all calm down here.” Walked in Ryuma from the sides, even if her mouth spoke of peace her menacing physique with her buffed arms wide opened and her quick walking pace showed the reverse.

“I don’t think you really want that!” said Ming; a gentleman with a short tied ponytail, sharp eyes which precisely sent his clay-like blob to block Samara’s punch.

“MING! MOVE I CAN HANDLE THIS!” bellowed the loudmouth, crazy eyes reeks of violence.

“Calm you dumbass John!” Ming cautioned the loudmouth.

The other power-born who started the tussle with John then came up to the loudmouth; flicking a finger and with not a word of any warning he flicked John at the side of his head sending him to the ground.

“WAHAHAH! Shots fired!” laughed the horned man; a strong jawed with a dark blond hair; eyes of striking red they watched the commotion eager to see it escalate more.

“Ill’man!” snarled Ming, retracting his blob from Samara’s fist and hurling it straight at Ill’man which the cold eyes slapped away with the back of his palm but Ming; a calculating man already made a second attack along with the first, from below the legs of Ill’man he had already placed another blob which shot up immediately catching him off-guard and sticking on his crotch.

Ming then proceeded to throw another blob, which grew from his palm up the air, “FORM!” he commanded as the blob which he had stuck on Ill’man flew to where he had thrown the other blob, launching Ill’man up with a jetting speed.

Immediately the sharp Ming then placed a blob at the stone tiled ground and shouted, “FORM!” a second time.

Ill’man which was in the air then without a moments rest was sent crashing nigh to the speed of a blinking eye to where Ming had set his third blob.

Whilst Ming was busy dealing with Ill’man on the other side two woman were due a bout,

“SA-MA-RA!” Ryuma called to the fiercest of the lioness.

“Ryu’fucking’ma!”

“Since it’s already like this,, shall we?” proposed Ryuma, with wide eager eyes which demanded nothing but yes for an answer.

“Heh! Looks like it’s ugly fried pussy for dinner!” quipped Samara, cracking her neck as a sizeable burning embers swirls around her.

“OH? And with that measly flames?” smiled Ryuma, smashing her fists together; she call forth another two sets of arms even bigger with an even more crooked muscles.

But; before their fun could start The Captain descended with Ill’man whom he grabbed by the collar of his shirt, “ENOUGH!” his thunderous voice resounded throughout.

‘He stopped it?’ a shocked Ming thought, as Burke stopped Ill’man’s crushing fall.

It was then that John had woken up from Ill’man’s attack just as Burke had landed with the unharmed Ill’man whose cold eyes begged for a hand at Ming.

Then an angry shout took hold of the limelight;

“ILL’MAN!” raged John; already ticked off he was fuming with anger.

He walked with thudding steps, towards Burke and Ill’man, “Lemme through Captain!” he demanded but was denied to move further as Burke raised an arm, “Breathe!” he advised blocking him to not let him go further.

Crazed eyes riddled with bloody veins; glared dead at the Captain, “This ain’t your business. Fuck off!”

“JOHN!” shouted Ming, glowering as he sees that John was about to make another mistake.

Words wasn’t one which would now ever get through and calm him in his state, engulfed by frustration and boiling anger John then swung an arm sent a flat nigh transparent rectangular screen at Burke.

An attack at Burke which stunned Ming as his sharpened eyes widens.

“Oh Boy! Wahahah! Here we go!” wide dirty smile, the horned man commented with delight on the commotion.

Much to his angry outburst, John was dealt a slight dent at his pride, his attack didn’t even budge the Captain which directly hit him in the face.

The Captain in turn, with no even a blink from the attack he glared at the smaller John, “I said,,, ENOUGH!” another resounding roar with such a force that it shoved John and pinned him to the ground, much impressing the horned man John find time to use his perk to block the Captain’s shout yet it still pinned him; unable to even open his mouth for a curse in the ground.

Then the crowd saw falling petals in the middle of the commotion which only grew thicker and more in numbers; they gathered near Burke and John and in a flash Julian Tristan the neatly poised guard of Timble appeared and shoved John away with his petals.

Slender and tall by his own right, yet Burke towered over the gentleman however Tristan was not fazed by the Captain, as his golden eyes without a flutter glared up to the man they called The Captain.