“Damn you!” Satan pulled the wire back and wrapped it around his arm, again, and again. If he didn’t have a rod anymore, then his arm would do.

The orca drew closer, and Alucard with it. Alucard laughed. “Yes. Yes, there’s the devil I hoped I would see! You are so much stronger than that imitation you left in the Ninth!”

Satan raged with the fury of a thousand Hell’s. “He was no imitation!” Horns burrowed out of Satan’s skull. His muscles bulged. He was going to give it everything he had. All or nothing. Hell or Superhell. It would be over in this final move—

He seized the line one more time and let the line tear into his spongy bone. With all the strength he could muster, he hoisted the line above his head, yanked Alucard out of the water, into the sky. Alucard’s boat flew directly above his, he stared past the orca, and into Alucard’s toothy grinning stupid-face. Alucard laughed. He let go of the rod to clap. And his boat flew off into the distance.

- Ragnarust Round 2