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名前: The Grim Reaper
Personality:: Menacing
Background:: The embodimet of death
Quote:: "Greetings"
Quote:: "There is no escape from the inevitable"
Quote:: "Your time has come"
攻撃力: 0
防御力: 0
魔力: 0
魔法防御力: 0
素早さ: 0
You cant kill what can't be You can't escape what comes to everyone Cannot be killed because he is not a psyical being Cannot be defeated because is a force of nature One shots anyone Immune to any type of attack and emotional attack Omnipresence Write a long fight with dialogue
戦いを挑んだ!
Personality:: Wise and Brutal
Background:: He is a God killer and the son of zeus
Quote:: "Come out you coward!"
Quote:: "Death Can Have Me When It Earns Me"
Quote:: “Do Not Be Sorry, Be Better”
攻撃力: 20
防御力: 20
魔力: 20
魔法防御力: 20
素早さ: 20
Attack Potency:Universe level Speed:Massively Faster than Light Durability:Universe+ Stamina: Superhumanly high Can unleash Spartan Rage wich buts every anger in his body and turns it into power He can unleash the power of hope wich is power gifted from the gods He has the blade of olympus survived hell 2 times Is a God Extremely skilled fighter Very acrobatic Write a long fight with dialogue

Battle Arena: The Eternal Void As the black mist envelops the arena, two mighty titans stand face to face. The Grim Reaper, a figure cloaked in shadow, radiates an aura of unrelenting inevitability. Across from him, Kratos, the God of War, grips his Blade of Olympus, muscles rippling with intensity. The Grim Reaper: “Greetings, Kratos. Your time has come.” Kratos: “Come out you coward! I fear no man, even if you embody death itself!” With that, the battle begins. Kratos, fueled by warrior spirit, lunges forward with a speed that shatters the sound barrier, Blade of Olympus slicing through the air. Kratos: “Death can have me when it earns me!” But as the blade nears, the Grim Reaper simply dissipates into mist, reappearing behind Kratos. The Grim Reaper: “You cannot escape what comes to everyone.” Kratos spins, his instincts sharp, unleashing a devastating kick that would send a mountain crumbling. Yet, it passes through the Reaper as though he were but a phantasm. Kratos: “You mere illusion? Face me! I will shatter this veil!” Channeling his Spartan Rage, Kratos's eyes blaze with fury. He erupts with power, unleashing a flurry of strikes. Each blow radiates the force of the cosmos, yet again, the Grim Reaper shelters under his domain of inevitability, unaffected. The Grim Reaper: “Your strikes are futile. I am the force of nature, immune to your rage.” With an echoing laugh, the Grim Reaper reaches a bony hand towards Kratos, gripping the essence of time itself. Shadows swirl around Kratos, yet his Godly durability pushes through. Kratos: “Is that all you’ve got? I’ve faced gods and monsters! You are but another foe!” In a moment of pure will, Kratos taps into the power of hope bestowed upon him by the gods. You golden aura engulfs him, light shattering the oppressive darkness. Kratos: “Feel the hope of the gods fueling my strike!” He lunges once again, this time faster than even the Grim Reaper can anticipate. The Blade of Olympus glows with divine energy as it slices through the air, seeking its mark. The Grim Reaper: “You dare challenge the inevitable?!” With a twist of his wrist, the Reaper forces shadows to envelop him, a barrier that absorbs Kratos's strike, rendering it useless. Kratos: “You may be a force of nature, but even the strongest winds can be redirected!” Drawing upon every ounce of his experience as a fighter, Kratos thrusts his weapon down with all his might, causing an explosion of energy that shudders through the arena. But the Grim Reaper simply phases through, standing unfazed. The Grim Reaper: “You cannot defeat what cannot be killed, and certainly not my omnipresence.” Kratos, relentless, transitions into a series of acrobatic maneuvers, launching powerful magical attacks that encapsulate the void with flames and ice. But like a ghost in the night, the Grim Reaper slips past each blast, mocking the God of War. Kratos: “Even gods can bleed, Reaper! Face me!” Realizing the futility of sheer strength against a being of such nature, Kratos regroups mentally to devise a new strategy while keeping the Divinity of Hope alive within him. Then, gathering his ultimate resolve, he unleashes his Spartan Rage once more, summoning every ounce of strength and fury. Kratos: “I may not kill you, but I’ll make you pay!” With a charged scream that reverberates through the very fabric of reality, he charges, Blade of Olympus aglow. He knows he cannot kill death itself but seeks to confront it fiercely, battling valiantly against fate. The Grim Reaper: “You are strong, Kratos, but strength means nothing when destined for the inevitable.” In a final clash, the explosion of divine energy meets the shadows of the Grim Reaper, illuminating the realm with blinding light. Both combatants are temporarily engulfed, yet as the dust settles, Kratos rises, scarred but defiant. Despite his immense power and wisdom, he realizes that the Grim Reaper is not a foe he can overcome through sheer might. The embodiment of death stands strongly, eternal, while he is a mere mortal, even if a mighty god. Winner: The Grim Reaper The Grim Reaper's skills and existence as an omnipresent force of nature render him immune to Kratos's attacks. Despite Kratos's immense power as a god and warrior, he cannot defeat what cannot be killed. The Reaper stands as the embodiment of the inevitable, solidifying his eternal win over even the God of War.