Dio Heart Crush

"Oh? Well, isn't that just nice." Avenger was starting to see what Xanatos wanted this mask for. He raised his blades to strike again. With Dio still getting up from the ground, his mobility was completely limited. This time, Avenger wouldn't miss.

He swung. And, granted, he didn't "miss." Dio caught both blades, one blade with each hand. Avenger realized Dio's eyes were red. His skin, pale. A change had transfigured him—he was not the same thing he had been.

"You said no 'human' could defeat you... You said it would take an 'angel' or a 'god'..."

Dio's hand shot forward. One moment, he had been holding Avenger's blades, the next his fingers plunged deep into Avenger's chest.

"Does that make me a god now? Or merely a demon?"

Dio's hand closed around the heart that Avenger did not possess. Whatever it closed around, it crushed it instantaneously, like paper. A ragged gasp escaped Avenger's form. No doubt about it, this was a fatal wound. He'd experienced enough pain in his life to be able to tell that. Damn! Magic bullshit!

"V... Verg..."

He couldn't do it, couldn't muster the strength to say the incantation for his final, most pathetic ability. Not that it would have done much good even if he could say it. The strength, those eyes—only one hit to do the trick.

Avenger crumbled. His final thoughts—well, "final"—were that next time, he'd be sure to deal with Dio first.

- Voeltz Round 2