"One-on-one? Hah! You're really in a hurry to die, aren't you?"
Ryuuto's grin stretched wide as he eyed Heimdall, amusement dancing in his eyes. Fingers twitching, he chuckled, "And why should I fight just you? Seems more fun to take out whoever's causing trouble first."
"Humph! Scared because you couldn't beat me?" Heimdall's voice thundered, pride unshaken. "And Thor… you broke his arm, kid? Today I avenge him!"
Alone and visibly tense, Heimdall glanced at the auras of Scott and Arlo with unease. He knew if Ryuuto coordinated with them, it could spell disaster—and he wasn't ready to risk that.
"Yes! Ryuuto, you claim righteousness, huh? Then face me fairly! Let's see if your skills match your arrogance!" Ultron and Lauf chimed in, eager to see someone dare oppose the boy who had humiliated them before.
Scott and Arlo tensed, ready to react to every flicker of movement.
Ryuuto's smirk widened. Three clowns, and I'm supposed to hold back? He ignored Ultron and Lauf, striding toward Heimdall with casual confidence.
"So, Thor sent you? Tell me—did you really have to step out of Asgard and guard the Bifrost like a drone? Did Thor leave you unsupervised because he's an idiot?"
"Bah! Talk all you want, but hit if you dare! I won't let you belittle me!" Heimdall snapped, eyes blazing with fury. "This divine sword ends you today!"
Ryuuto rolled his eyes. "Broken sword or not, you don't deserve it. Why not just pick up a rock and swing?"
With a flick of his body, he evaded Heimdall's swinging sword effortlessly, hands behind his back, unbothered as the blade chopped air inches from his face. Heimdall's attacks were furious but completely ineffective.
"This is hellish… I haven't seen him in days, and he's even stronger!" Lauf muttered, excitement and disbelief clashing in his voice. He glanced at Scott and Arlo's resolute expressions, feeling outmatched and unsure.
"Look at his eyes!" Ultron's face darkened. "He can see everything coming—predict every move!"
Lauf's jaw dropped. "You mean his red eyes let him anticipate attacks? Then… we're screwed?"
Ultron smirked coldly, dismissing Lauf as a minor annoyance. "Keep watching. You don't need to touch him anyway."
Ryuuto's eyes flickered with amusement. "Scared? Go beg Magneto for mercy—maybe he'll spare you, deserter."
"Damn it! I'm not scared! I just… I can't kill him alone!" Lauf slammed his fist on the ground, gritting his teeth, preparing for the worst.
Heimdall, exhausted from swinging the sword hundreds of times without landing a hit, panted heavily. Frustration and anger surged through him; Ryuuto had humiliated him thoroughly.
A sly glint flashed in Ryuuto's eyes. He formed a seal with lightning speed, making Heimdall freeze in panic.
"Thought you were the only one with a weapon?" Ryuuto murmured. With a soft bang, he brandished a gleaming decapitation knife, no longer in the mood for teasing.
Under the astonished gazes of Scott and Arlo, Ryuuto advanced without hesitation. Heimdall swung desperately, but Ryuuto slashed cleanly.
"Boom!" The roar echoed, forcing Lauf to cover his ears in shock. The power unleashed was beyond expectation. Ultron's jaw tightened—he couldn't believe Heimdall, despite his divine might, was at a disadvantage.
"Hey, Heimdall, guess what? Your so-called Acute eyes? Useless. And your sword? Pathetic!" Ryuuto's grin revealed a row of shining teeth, playful yet menacing. He pointed his knife at the kneeling Heimdall, who could barely muster resistance.