The Last Point of No Return

Date, Time: 28\02\2023, 04:06:51

Place: Anti-Void, The DetaScop's Residence

He was here, along all the white emptiness, spinning the Caliburn in his hand.

Suddenly, a door appeared behind him, and another Deta came out of there.

— "Skipping the useless part... Where's Kai?"

— "Heh, how expected!" Deta turned to him, reaching out the sword. "Listen, my rules didn't change. And I will never let you be near her."

— "How adorabl—"

Caliburn released an Interaction Beam which selected the other guy.

— "Pocsated, leave. I won't give you any chances ever."

— "Why—"

— "You know these reasons," he interrupted him, knowing what he wanted to say.

— "...Yes, I do. BUT. I miss our fights!"

He deflected the beam and teleported above, summoning a few dark swords on his open palm and throwing these at Deta.

— "How–" Miss. "Damn you–" Dodge. "Expected–" Block.

His opponent ends up in different place and starts a new phase, trying to release the strings, but– That didn't work.

— "Did you really think that I won't be prepared for such a rioters?" DetaScop created a sword and with the perfect aim sent it towards him. "Pft, how naive!"

The second attempt. Not Deta tries to open a couple of portals: one in front of him, another – back at Deta. That didn't work either.

The flying sword, meanwhile, pierced right the middle of the 'rioter's' chest.

— "Oh, ma—"

Deta grabbed him with the strings, smashed on the ground, sent to the left and, with some portals, crushed in a block of tesserite, coming towards him.

At a distance of a meter, the block stopped. "The owner" points the Caliburn above the opponent's bleeding chest.

— "...You s—"

— "The. Last. D̴̴͖̥͙̣̫̦͓̗͛̍S҈͔̣̥͖̭͓͉̗̿̚͢͞S̷̢̩͔̬̪̠̫̎̿́̄͝ͅL҉̬͔̰͕̬͓̉͆͜͡C̴̨͎͇͍̲͈͈̐̍̾͠.̶ Warning. Get out."

 Deta closed the book and continued to read.