Vanguard
The construct blocked the attack effectively, but as soon as she did that she released yet another relentless barrage of needles without restraint. Did he somehow notice it? Nay, there was no way he would have. It was physically impossible. But this was a gamble, an assumption he made by reading and assessing her patterns.
Of course she would, it was something he had already predicted. To observe, analyze and react. That was Erica's strength, which was why she would learn. Every action he made would be met with an equal opposite reaction. She had already learned from his last attack, which meant the only way to reach him with that curtain of needles would be like this.
Lightning cracked like whips of energy, dancing beneath the clouds, and as soon as the first shard pierced the barrier of dust an incredible light erupted alongside a monstrous gust of wind. It was energy, lightning surging through his body like never before, releasing power raw and unbridled as the Harbinger spun and formed around his left hand. The weapon, far larger than the pole, lunged forward and hooked the second body towards him so it may serve as a shield. And he ran.
And so he danced, two weapons and a deadman in hand, a dance of death that coursed through the needles like a tempest. Steel clashed with steel, lightning coursed through and the winds howled as the weapons ground and smashed through the projectiles over and over, the pole and the battleaxe perfectly complementing one another to form an ultimate shield that not even a God could breach. No matter the pattern, no matter the unpredictability, no matter the configuration, her logic would never defeat him.
That man had long since surpassed all logic and gone beyond.
The shrapnel and shards would fly past him ever so slightly, scratching his skin ever so slightly, but it wasn't enough. Even if the hail lasted ten thousand years, it would not be enough to slay that man. A small trickle of blood ran down his brow and knuckles, but he paid no mind to it. As the rain grew and grew, he would only grow alongside it, until he overcame her and became a tempest far more terrifying.
To think a doll would push me so far. You truly are beautiful, nameless one.
And then, he did something inconceivable. The blows he deflected, every time he swung his axe, the blade and projectiles would crash and plunge into the earth on occasion, only to soar back higher to devour the other needles. After a few seconds, the warrior stomped the ground, so hard the earth surrounding erupted him and a massive chunk of earth flipped behind him, rolling over him until it covered the area below.
Unscathed, he approached his goal and eventually began to run across a building, climbing it with agile leaps and jumps while deflecting the unpredictable blows
