Garou XIII
Between his intense blows, Garou had lost the sense of his surroundings. The only thing he could recognize were the eyes of his enemy, the rest was nothing but darkness.
Stop looking at me like this…
This strength didn’t make any sense. It's wasn’t fair. It was like he was made up of the world's unfairness. As if he was the personification of justice... of course.
Those eyes…
Didn't he already know? This world is unfair. Justice and evil are decided by others. That's how the world is. To oppose the unfair power known as justice, he would have to obtain the unfair power known as evil. To defeat the unfair beings known as heroes he have to become an unfair being himself!
Don’t you dare pity me, you trash.
Blood overdrive- maximum! In an instant his muscles compressed like stone, shrinking until they released an explosion of force, a barrage of machine gun kicks above, indiscriminate blows that shattered the ice and slammed into the man like concussive impacts of cannon fire.
«GET RID OF THAT LOOK!! YOU DAMN SELF RIGHTEOUS SON OF A BITCH!!!”
Their clash intensified by the second, growing more and more destructive every time their blows connected. His burning berserk rage annihilated everything in its path, while his cold justice would simply not fall. No matter how many times they would cut and slash at one another, no many times they would send spears to skewer one another, this fight would not end.
He was too determined in his righteousness, while he was too blinded by his evil.
This had long stopped being a mere battle between people, or between heroes and villains. This was a battle between ideals. Garou roared in his madness, sending more and more of his blows, faster and faster. His magic was not one of strengthening or empowerment, it had never been such a thing.
He did not grow stronger, the current beast ravaging with insane strength and speed had always been the same weak man. Blood overdrive was simply the magic to break one’s limits, nothing more, nothing less. With his current level, the fact that Jin still stood was simply impossible. The gap between the two only grew larger as larger as his hate for his enemy boiled harder and harder.
But his enemy had never been justice, nor had it been a hero. This was all a farce, nothing but an excuse for a sad lonely child to throw a tantrum as he sank into despair. The only enemy that Garou wished to destroy, the only one he was fighting…
Was himself. So as he ravaged, the monster couldn’t help but scream. Not at Jin, not at justice, not at the world, but at his own weakness.
“YOU REALLY DON’T KNOW WHEN TO QUIT, DO YOU!? WHAT DO YOU WANT SO BADLY THAT YOU’RE WILLING TO RISK YOUR LIFE FOR IT!? DO YOU THINK YOU’LL FIND SOME SENSE OF JUSTICE!? YOU HEROES, WALLOWING IN YOUR HYPOCRISY… IT PISSES ME OFF!! IN THE END YOU ONLY SAVE WHO YOU WANT TO SAVE. PEOPLE PRAISE YOU LIKE HEROES, BUT ALL YOU DO IS CRUSH THE HOPES OF THE DEFEATED!! YOU’RE NOT ANY DIFFERENT THAN SOME CRIMINAL WHO GETS HIS KICKS OFF MURDERING PEOPLE!! YOU COULDN’T EVEN SAVE A COUPLE OF SCREWS! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THEY NEEDED YOU!? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE NEEDED YOU!? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN SHE NEEDED YOU!? HUH!? HUH!?”
