Memories flood through pain. Flashbacks to a time where the future seemed uncertain, just as it is now. These visions pull me back to days when things were simpler. When the only enemy was the mountain, the cold, and our own limitations. Times have been tougher. But we survived them.
ALX: Show me what you've got.
VTH: Cocky human.
In what might seem an instant to the others, my feet propel me forward, leaving behind a trail of scorched earth. My right arm intensifies into an obsidian monolith as I hurl it with all my strength toward him. With a flick of his wrist, Vazroth shatters it to pieces, but no matter. Simply a distraction. I reappear from underneath the rubble, in his blind spot, flames coating my fist. Not my fire. Grandmothers' fire, manifested through desperation.
It was going to be a day like any other. Johann and I were finishing our training session on that mountain plateau. We'd become close by then. Brothers in everything except blood. After brutal hours of practice, we'd usually head down to my favorite spot - a small bar in the village below where they served drinks cold enough to make the mountain's chill feel merciful. We were halfway down the path when he appeared.
Older man, scarred face, eyes that had seen too much violence and decided to make it his profession. He stepped onto the trail ahead of us, blocking passage, and I felt Johann freeze beside me.
???: Johann. Your father owed me money.
Johann's voice came out tight. Controlled.
JHN: My father's dead.
???: Debts don't die with debtors. Someone has to pay.
Vazroth didn't anticipate the fire. My fist drives up toward his stomach, makes contact, erupts in fierce inferno that throws him back several feet. Not far. Not nearly enough. But it's progress, and progress is all we have. He recovers mid-flight, lands on his feet, and his expression shifts from amusement to something darker.
VTH: What an abomination you are.
The man's hands ignited. Not normal fire. Something wrong, something that burned purple and smelled like rot. Powers, same as us, but twisted by intent that had nothing to do with growth or protection.
???: I don't care about excuses. Your father took my money. Promised returns. Killed himself before delivering. That debt transfers to you.
JHN: I don't have anything.
???: Then I'll take it from your flesh.
He moved fast. Faster than either of us expected. Purple fire formed whips that lashed toward Johann, and I was already moving, obsidian forming shield that caught the flames. The impact nearly broke my arms.
ALX: Run!
JHN: I can't-
ALX: Run or we both die!
I press the assault. Obsidian spikes erupt from the ground, forcing Vazroth to dodge. Astra's starlight rains from above. Ivy circles with poison. Noel's barriers create corridors. Lisa's reluctant thorns form obstacles. Maeve's temporal manipulation stutters time. We're coordinating better now. Learning to work together despite being outmatched. Finding rhythm in desperation. Vazroth breaks through everything we throw at him, but he's working harder now. Actually having to think instead of just react.
VTH: You're improving. How nostalgic. This reminds me of-
ALX: I don't care what it reminds you of.
Johann didn't run. Of course he didn't. We were brothers, and brothers don't abandon each other when things get violent. We fought together. My obsidian against his fire whips. Johann's copied abilities - my obsidian, manifested clumsily but present - forming barriers that bought us seconds. Two kids barely trained, facing someone who'd killed for money and would do it again.
I took a whip across the ribs. Felt flesh burn, felt purple fire eat through skin in ways normal fire didn't. The pain was immediate, absolute, and I went down hard.
Through blurring vision, I saw the man advance on Johann. Saw purple flames gather for a killing blow. Saw my friend - my brother - face death wearing an expression I'd never seen before. Terror. Pure, absolute terror of dying the same way his father had. Dying with debts unpaid and problems unresolved.
???: Your father was a coward. At least die better than he did.
The flames came down. And Johann snapped.
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My obsidian forms blade. Vazroth's thorns intercept. His fire burns through my defense. His barriers block my counters. Every ability we have, he wields better. But I keep pushing. Keep attacking. Keep refusing to accept that this is where it ends. Because I've seen Johann break before. Seen him pushed past limits into something that transcended normal capability. And if he did it once, he can do it again.
Johann's eyes went blank. Not unconscious. Worse. Like whoever he'd been a moment ago had vacated, leaving behind something that ran on instinct and fury and complete dissociation from reality.
JHN: He wasn't a coward he wasn't a coward he wasn't a coward-
The first clone appeared beside him. Perfect copy, identical down to the wild eyes and trembling hands.
JHN: -he did what he had to do what he had to do what he had to-
Another clone. Then another. Then five more, all of them speaking in that same fractured cadence, that same disconnected horror. The debt collector stopped advancing. Stared at the multiplying Johanns with something between confusion and fear.
???: What the-
Ten Johanns moved as one. Obsidian forming from ten different sources. Copied fire manifesting from ten different hands. They swarmed him like wolves, like something that had stopped being human and become pure reaction. I watched from the ground, bleeding, barely conscious, as my friend defeated someone who should have killed us both. Watched him do it while talking like a lunatic, while spawning copies that shouldn't be possible, while completely losing grip on whatever made him Johann.
The debt collector fled. Ran screaming down the mountain, leaving his purple fire behind. And the clones dissolved, leaving one Johann standing in the center of the trail, breathing hard, eyes slowly regaining focus. He looked at me. At the burns across my ribs. At the blood.
JHN: Alex?
ALX: You saved us.
JHN: I don't... I don't remember what I did.
ALX: That's probably for the best.
I drive my fist toward Vazroth's face. He catches it. Crushes my obsidian coating. Frost spreads from his touch. But I don't pull back. Just stare into Johann's eyes wearing ancient consciousness, and speak words I've been holding since that day on the mountain.
ALX: I've seen you break. Seen you pushed past limits into something that shouldn't be possible. Seen you spawn copies while talking like you'd lost your mind, defeating someone who should have killed us both.
Vazroth's grip tightens, grinding bones together.
ALX: So here's what I know, Johann. You're still in there. Still fighting. And if you're half as strong as I believe you are, you'll break out of this bastard's control.
I yank my hand free, leaving skin behind, and step back into formation with the others.
ALX: And if you can't? If you stay trapped while we fight ourselves to death trying to save you?
My obsidian reforms despite the damage. Despite the frost. Despite everything.
ALX: Then you're full of shit. And I didn't waste years training with someone who gives up that easily.
Around me, I feel the others shift. Astra's starlight burns brighter. Ivy's poison concentrates. Lisa's thorns respond with new determination. Noel's barriers manifest stronger. Maeve's temporal manipulation, despite the cost, stutters with renewed purpose. They heard it. Heard the declaration. Heard me refuse to accept Johann as lost. And they're choosing to believe it too. Vazroth watches with something that might be respect or might be calculation.
VTH: Inspiring speech. But speeches don't overcome power gaps.
ALX: Maybe not.
I charge forward, and the others move with me.
ALX: But they're all we've got. So let's see if faith in a friend counts for anything against your centuries of experience.
The battle resumes. Six against one. Outmatched but refusing to surrender. And somewhere inside Johann's stolen flesh, I have to believe he's listening. Have to believe he remembers that day on the mountain when he broke past limits to save me. Have to believe he can do it again. Because if he can't, we're all dying here anyway. Might as well die believing in him.