Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 519: Show Of Force (Part 1)

Don wrenched backward with everything he had.

The grip didn't give.

Vine-flesh-muscle cinched tighter around his fist, pressure climbing fast enough to make bone creak.

Before a full thought could form, one of the massive arms from the creature's back came down—fast, brutal, aimed to erase Don's head from his shoulders.

Don moved on instinct.

He slipped under it by inches.

The passing limb split the air—wind and pressure tearing past his face hard enough to rattle his teeth.

The shockwave punched through him anyway, shuddering down his spine, vibrating bone and nerve alike.

But Don didn't take it for free.

The moment the arm overcommitted, the creature's balance shifted—just enough.

Don snapped his leg back and drove it forward.

The kick landed flush against the creature's massive vine-leg.

Energy dumped all at once.

BOOOOM~!

An explosion tore through the limb, fire and force ripping half of it away in a violent bloom. The remaining structure burned black, vine-ends curling and snapping as the creature dropped hard to a crouch—stone pulverizing under its weight.

It screamed—but didn't stop.

Even as it fell, three arms lashed out.

Two from the left.

One from the right.

They came in fast, tight, boxing him in.

Don didn't dodge.

He ripped.

With a violent wrench, he tore his trapped hand free just as the two lower punches crashed through where his chest had been a fraction of a second earlier—CRASH~—stone erupting behind him.

He jumped.

Not to escape.

To hit.

He drove his knee up into the creature's chest.

The impact slammed through fused ribs and vine-seams alike—the force snapping the little girl's head back with a sickening jolt. A broken, pained sound tore from her throat—

"Arck~!"

That was when the last arm hit.

The right-side strike caught Don midair, burying into his side with brutal force—and sent him flying.

He tore across the chamber, smashed through loose rock, tumbled hard, then slammed into the wall—the entire cavern shuddering from the impact.

Don slid down the stone.

Hit the ground in a crouch.

Air tore out of his lungs in a harsh gasp, pain flaring white-hot through his ribs. He forced breath back in, teeth clenched.

'Redstar trained you for worse,' he reminded himself grimly.

He didn't stay still.

Instead he broke into a burst.

Then another.

Don exploded forward, breaking into a sprint that bent light around him. He weaved left, right, then harder—his movement fracturing into a deceptive flurry, afterimages peeling off his path as he closed the distance again.

The creature's head snapped back into place.

Not cleanly.

Blood ran from the little girl's mouth now, nose split, eyes watering. Her features twisted—not into rage—but something worse.

She started to cry.

A real sob.

High, broken, echoing through the exapnse—WAAAH~—far louder than any child's voice should have carried. The sound was enough to make one's skin crawl, the noise layered with distortion, vibrating stone and bone alike.

It hurt to hear.

Wrong in a way that sank hooks into the chest.

Don didn't slow though.

He hit the ground early—before he even reached it—and drove his foot down with everything he had.

The floor shattered.

BOOOOM~!

A massive section of stone exploded upward, chunks the size of cars lifting into the air as a violent shockwave ripped outward.

The blast rocked the creature back, its ruined leg slipping as it staggered, balance faltering again amid the rising debris.

Don didn't slow.

As Dust rolled thick across the chamber, stone fragments still hanging in the air as gravity struggled to reclaim them., Don thrust a hand upward and clenched his fingers—telekinesis snapping tight around several of the largest chunks overhead.

He slammed them down.

The rocks dropped like artillery—crushing into the creature's upper mass, driving it lower as green fluid burst from ruptured seams. The child's sobs spiked into shrill wails, echoing off the cavern walls, raw and distorted.

Don rose from his crouch—

Too late.

A fist punched through the dust in front of him, close enough that the air displaced slapped his face. Don's eyes went wide and he twisted aside on instinct, shoulder dropping as he tried to roll clear—

Impact.

One of the thicker hands caught him mid-motion and buried itself into his stomach.

Everything stopped.

The blow folded him in place, air ripping from his lungs as his feet left the ground for a split second before slamming back down. The creature shifted forward without pause, closing the gap brutally fast.

Two more arms came down.

One hammered into Don's face—CRACK~—his head snapping sideways as pain flashed white.

The other crashed into his raised forearm as he barely managed to bring it up, bone screaming under the force. He absorbed it—forced it—telekinesis locking around the energy of the strike as his teeth clenched.

Don lashed out with his other hand.

A nearby slab of stone tore free from the floor and whipped sideways under his control, slamming toward the creature's head.

The thing leaned back just enough.

The rock grazed past, shattering against the wall behind it—but the dodge broke its grip.

Don didn't waste it.

He kicked off the ground, flipping backward, landing low and clean despite the ringing in his skull. In the same motion he sprang forward again and drove a brutal kick into the creature's remaining leg.

BOOOOM~!

The limb buckled, vine-mass tearing as it gave way. The creature collapsed lower, hands scrambling, sobbing exploding into a shriek that scraped across the chamber.

The lowest arms snapped together.

Sparks appeared—KRK~—then flared violently as electricity surged between them.

Every hair on Don's body stood up.

'Shit.'

Lightning tore free.

KRAAASH~!

The bolt hit him square in the chest before he could move.

Don flew.

No tumble this time.

He slammed straight into the wall—electricity crawling over his body as stone cracked outward from the impact. His chest armor charred instantly, brittle material flaking away as he dropped hard to the ground.

He tried to land in a crouch.

His legs didn't answer.

Don hit on one knee and one hand, breath tearing out of him in a harsh, broken exhale. His vision swam—blurred, doubled—then snapped back into focus as he forced it to behave.

Pain roared through his ribs.

He lifted his head.

The creature burned in his sight, its heat signature clear even through dust and debris. It had turned toward him, clutching at its ruined legs, sobbing thick and wet as it rocked in place.

Don grimaced.

Then—

Something else lit up.

Far behind it.

A much larger heat signature, pouring down from the abyss they'd fallen through.

Fast.

Don's eyes narrowed. "You've got to be kidding me…"

The creature felt it too.

It turned sharply toward the darkness, then slammed its fists into the ground—stone splitting outward as it screamed in that same high, childish voice, filled with fury.

"Why won't you all just die?!"

The cry shook the entire expanse, dust raining from above.

Don didn't wait.

He gathered what strength he had left and burst forward, boots tearing grooves into the stone as he closed the distance in a blur.

The creature snapped back toward him—

Just as the darkness behind it ignited.

Orange light flared at the far end of the abyss, growing brighter by the second until fire tore through the air and a familiar figure blasted into the chamber, coated head to toe in flame.

Pyro had arrived like a meteor.