Hell God of War.
During his grueling training, Hell had missed his elder brother—the one who had given him the chance to live—beyond measure. After countless imagined encounters and countless hours of thought, he had finally created this Ultimate Skill. With Hell God of War, he could fight two against one. Even in the world of Magnetic Field, it was one of the deadliest moves.
"You can use that too?" Raven had heard Roland talk about it often enough to know the move. "Even Roland hasn't mastered it."
"Maybe his mental state—"
"—is too normal."
The two Francises spoke at the same time, making the atmosphere deeply strange.
"That's the first time I've heard anyone describe Roland that way," Raven couldn't help saying.
"Hey, this move is basically Split Personality," Francis said. "Roland hasn't reached that point."
"But I have, right?" said the other Francis.
"Yeah. Let's go together, Magenta."
World-Saving Demon-Slaying Fist!
Both figures charged. A heavy thud rang out, and Superbia's enormous body flew backward.
"That barely tickled! Again!" Superbia became a massive, black storm. Beating her wings, she hurtled toward Francis and swallowed her whole.
Superbia's body writhed and twisted, tearing at Francis and chewing on her.
Sword of Hell: Solar Eclipse!
Sword of Hell: Waning Moon!
Blinding sword light flared. Cracks streaked across Superbia's body; her hard scales snapped or peeled away. Drops of scalding blood struck the ground, sending up wisps of smoke.
"Dragons really do have tough bodies, no matter what world they're from," Raven remarked.
"Why are you just standing there watching?" Spattered with blood, Francis stared at Raven in disbelief.
Magenta added, "Have you forgotten Roland Cathedral's fine tradition? Remember how we all ganged up on your dad back then—"
"Stop, stop." Raven waved a hand. "I was waiting to use my