The Unordinary Life of Ben Tennyson

Chapter 43

The Unordinary Life of Ben Tennyson

Chapter 43

End of an Era

LAST TIME

To hell with not being good enough. He wouldn't be the one to give up. He would fight until his very last breath. Till every cell in his body was eradicated. Until then...

"I'LL NEVER GIVE UP!"

The tendrils shot at him again and he slashed his blade arm, cutting them off as fast as they came. He couldn't keep this up for long but.. but he would have to try.

He pulled his leg back and slammed it into the former Galvan's crotch.

"That felt good.."(Ben)

NOW

John was trying to hold his own and he was mostly succeeding but something was feeling different in his body, his senses were scaled up to 11 and he was having trouble focusing on the people that were supposed to be in his range due to the intense powers he senses battling not too far off from where he was, slowing his reaction time to the powers attacking him. He dropped one of the abilities he had- Wait when could he do that? Didn't matter right now- He dropped barrier, his arm shooting like a flaming blade of black fire as he countered a slash his other arm doing the same but instead of slashing

Bang!

It shot a black laser, Blyke's ability.. John was strong but even the god tier was struggling to keep up with God knows how many people.. he knew they were mostly elites but there were those stronger amongst the bunch.. He couldn't keep it up for long.. he was also running out of time on the abilities he had stocked up. Taking a deep shaky breath

“Who's next?”(John)

He asked with fake confidence echoing in his words as his hands returned to normal.. alright let's get this shit over with. He pulled at Hunter and Beam, he couldn't aim to incapacitate now.. he couldn't afford to, it was us or them.. he chose us. Beams gathered at each of his fingers as his eyes and passive scanned the crowd before he shot off the beams, aiming for the chests.. He was getting tired and sloppy, it was like they just didn't stop.. it was like- like-

NO JOHN YOU DON'T HAVE TIME FOR A TRAUMA FILLED FLASHBACK TO WHEN YOU GOT ARRESTED!

Right.. this was a fight, not a Family Guy episode.. he couldn't just cut away in the middle of it.. god he wished he could get help here. He had to protect himself and Ben's gra-

Max Tennyson was no one who needed protection. Especially given the fact he had a gun.

Okay so he had to protect himself only and fight back... he let out a roar, blasting beam after beam of aimed attacks.

”This all you got? I can take all of you!”(John)

He yelled before it felt as if something had grabbed him, he couldn't see who bu-

What..

He felt something poke into his neck as he elbowed the invisible man.. how did he not sense that.. why.. why was his vision getting blurry.. He- He had to focus. Had to fight. He pulled at the abilities within his core.. it wasn't working. He could barely feel beam or the newest one he had copied.. he wasn't gonna be able to keep it u-

Something had appeared in his range, something strong.. not something a lot of things- millions- It felt familiar yet different all the same.. He had an idea on what it was.. alright it was time for a hail Mary.

He focussed as much as he could with the short amount of time he had, trying to pull at one of the powers he could sense, trying hard to pull at one right as a bullet shot at his head..

His arm shot up, covered in a black crystal like material. It withstood the blast perfectly fine.. now this, he knew what this was.

John grinned

“YOUR ALL FUCKING DEAD NOW!”(John)

He screamed as he tried to pull at another. Familiar in nature to a friend of his, this time focusing that already fading power in on himself to rewind whatever drug was forced into his body.

And just as soon as those millions showed up, they disappeared instantly, only one of them showing up.. the same one he had pulled from first. Alright that's it. He could work with the two he had right now..

The black crystal spread along his body, covering one arm and moving to cover his face in a sort of mask with an orange glow underneath it. The mask gained a point at the end of it, the blade on his arm turning more ragged as he began to shoot crystals, pulling at the remnants of hunter to ensure they'd hit their targets. Amping up hunter just to be sure.

And there was Ben Tennyson, in the blue crystalline form of Diamond-Head