CW Flash: I Copy Attributes

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Inside the Throne Room to Nanda Parbat, two figures danced around each other, both carrying two sleek obsidian swords that often clashed with each other, prompting sparks to fly.

One of the figures, a female, moved with an elegance that seemed almost balletic, her dual swords glinting as they sliced through the air with precision and grace.

In contrast, her foe, a male, fought with a raw, unrefined vigour, his strikes powerful and unorthodox, a wildness that somehow complemented her finesse. 

Their movements wove together in a dance of blades, each parry and riposte punctuated by playful smirks as if they relished not just the fight but the challenge of outmanoeuvring one another. 

The female was Nyssa, wearing a long-sleeved form-fitting shirt that stopped just over her chest. 

The other was Ainz, wearing a skin-tight short-sleeved shirt, perfectly outlining his toned physique down to his very eight packs. 

And as usual when he wasn't wearing his cloak, a familiar black phantom mask with little to no detail apart from the eyes his emerald eyes peeked through adorned his face.

"Tired?" 

Ainz spoke as the two circled each other. Despite seeming calm, they sneakily analyzed their opponent.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing."

Saying this, Nyssa eyed Ainz, waiting for the perfect moment before leaping forward, moving low to exploit Ainz' poor footing.

However, in the next second, Ainz snapped into a stance, meeting her head as it was clear that he'd only baited her in.

But before he could make a move, Nyssa's feet dug into the ground as she kicked off, leaping into the air and flipping over Ainz entirely.

Ainz was quick to turn, raising his front sword to guard, however, she had already attacked, cutting away at his poorly positioned blade as it flung out of his grip and into the air in the next second.

Sweeping his lead foot, Nyssa's knee pinned Ainz's other hand holding his second sword, mounting his as she pressed her cold blade against his throat.

"I win…"

-SHING

Nyssa froze as Ainz' sword she had flung into the air earlier landed blade first into the ground beside her, perfectly aligned to her skull.

"Are you sure about that?"

'If it were a few inches to the right, it would have gone straight through my brain.'

She thought, soon sighing as she dismounted Ainz, helping him up.

"You took Malcolm's fighting style as quite the inspiration, didn't you? From your short battle, you were able to copy the way he fights. No, somehow you've made it more annoying to fight against."

Nyssa noted, tossing her blades as they merged back to Ainz's clothes with a BLOP.

"I'll take that as a compliment. But you still put up quite the fight."

This was only because Ainz currently wasn't using his super speed perception, nor was he using his Superhuman stats.

The former was quite easy to do, but holding back his strength posed a challenge. It was like seriously fighting a child yet holding back most of your power so you didn't hurt them.

However, he found that over time, it gave him better control over his body and even refined his fighting technique since it was all he could rely on to win.

As for Nyssa…

'Extraordinary. In just a few days, he has managed to excel faster than anyone I know. Such talent is unheard of.'

It was only a few days ago when she would constantly berate him to fix his form or to control his breathing while holding the sword.

And although he hadn't decisively bested her yet, even she had to admit that these sparring was starting to become sufficient training for her too.

Nevertheless, she didn't forget an important factor.

"Those words are patronizing just as much as they are meaningless considering you're holding back," Nyssa replied, turning to glare at Ainz.

"But then again, what did I expect from a Mirakuru injected super soldier." Ainz paused as the two locked eyes.

"How long have you known?"

"For a while after I started training you. Honestly, I'm ashamed it took me so long. If it weren't for the fact that you have surprising control over your strength and aren't a complete lunatic, I'd be able to figure it out after our first spar."

It was true.

One of the many indicators of someone injected with Mirakuru was their strength and insanity. When both of those were hidden, it'd be hard to differentiate them from any regular individual.

"If you really put in effort, I wouldn't even be able to touch you." Nyssa patted a towel on her forehead and chest, ridding her of the sweat she'd accumulated.

"It doesn't have to be like that. Guard!" Before Nyssa had a chance to reply to what she knew was coming, Ainz called out as the large twin doors to the Throne Room swung open.

They were immediately met with one of the many assassins in the palace who came to a stop before them.

"Show me your strength. Break your metal sword with your bare hands." 

The assassin wasted no time upon hearing this command, unsheathing his sword and placing both hands on the blade.

Curling his back and bracing himself, a short grunt escaped the assassin's lips as his grip visibly tightened around the sword, his veins bulging on his hands.

In the next second…

-CRACK

The blade snapped in two, the metal permanently bending as the assassin relaxed upon seeing this.

"You might just be rubbing it in my face at this point." Nyssa sighed. It was the dozenth time she'd seen Ainz flaunt the new power he'd given to the members.

"I may have slipped the strength genetic of an ant into the serum. As a result, the member's muscle structure and exoskeleton has morphed to allow them to lift 50 times their body weight."

Nyssa remembered the words Ainz had told her, and it still prompted the same reaction from her.

"Great. The League of Assassins have been reduced to the League of Druggies." She spoke out loud, Ainz simply shrugging at this.

"Better Druggies than dead. The world is changing, Nyssa. Metahumans and magic are just the start. The League of Assassins aren't equipped to handle that. Hell, with the way things are going, we might be dealing with aliens soon."

Ainz walked toward Nyssa, summoning a dark purple vial from his Eclipse.

"I'd rather not have to see you left behind. I made one specially for you." Nyssa stared at the purple serum, then at Ainz.

"I survived this long with nothing but hard work. I'll be fine." She rejected, pushing away Ainz's hand with the serum in it.

Perhaps it was because Nyssa had seen what Ainz could do with these serums or maybe it was simply pride, however, Ainz could see from Nyssa's eyes that no part of her was even willing to consider this.

Ainz stared for a second, soon letting up as he turned, tossing the serum back into his eclipse.

"Bring the three traitors," Ainz commanded, and not even a second later, the assassins hurried away, returning five minutes later with two other league members, each of them casually carrying a prisoner like a briefcase.

The three traitors were tossed before Ainz, soon raising their heads as each of them stared in contempt.

'As expected.'

Despite looking at death, they never begged for their lives or asked for mercy, the same loathe evident on their faces whenever Ainz was even mentioned. 

And with him in front of them, this hate only grew.

"I'd have given up anything to live a little longer just to watch your downfall."

"We'll simply save you a spot in hell. It won't be long until you join us."

"Live? Hell? No, you're mistaken. I'm not going to kill you." Ainz cut them off before the third one could add anything, his words prompting the three to pause, their expressions faltering.

Without sparing a second, Ainz pulled out three orange vials, grabbing the closest prisoner to him.

The prisoner struggled in vain, unable to escape Ainz's grasp.

Finally, Ainz injected the serum into the traitor, watching the latter freeze, his pupils expanding as he failed to show any reaction.

However, as a few seconds passed, he looked up, staring at Ainz.

But where he expected to see the face of the person he hated, he was met with a masked figure standing before a blinding light, exuding a pink air that was sweet to the nose and surrounded him in a holy aura that made the prisoner almost feel like he wasn't worthy to set his eyes upon it.

But he kept staring, mesmerized.

So much so that he couldn't even feel the excruciating pain of his muscles reforming as his bones shattered and rebuilt themselves to be stronger.

In the next second…

-BANG

"My King…"

The prisoner slammed his head on the solid ground, bowing so hard that his newfound strength cracked the floor.

"I have disgraced your honour and the League…" The traitor stuck his tongue out, pressing it in between his teeth.

"I deserve not this life which had the sole purpose of serving you. I beg of you, allow me to rid this unfaithful servant from your ranks."

The other two traitors darted their eyes between their comrade and Ainz, confused as to what was happening.

'Interesting.'

Ainz thought upon seeing this.

'Since in their eyes, I'm their natural born ruler, their sole purpose is serving me. If they aren't able to do that, it's akin to death.'

"Before that, tell me who else you've betrayed the league to and how many others are traitors among us," Ainz spoke, prompting the traitor to pause as his eyes lit up, realising he could be useful.

"Yes, of course. I've only started disgracing myself after Ra's Al Ghul died. I've worked under Malcolm, but also two others, hoping to seek out the next powerful ruler as early as I could."

Ainz didn't interrupt, leaning closer as he witnessed the traitor about to continue.

"Talia Al Ghul and A.R.G.U.S."

'Oh?'

Nyssa, who wore a complicated expression throughout all this, turned as she stared upon hearing her sister's name.

'I see. I knew the league would split into different factions but for Talia, the figure who commanded the strongest of these cults, to make a move so soon. Then there's A.R.G.U.S.'

Ainz had no doubt that with them involved…well, let's just say his Villain status would be rising soon.

'Mhm, maybe not. After all, Amanda Waller is far more of a monster than I am. Hell, I might even gain a Hero status.'

"I see. Well, don't give yourself the mercy of death. Continue serving me and die with honour on the battlefield." Ainz spoke, thinking of the first cliche warrior nonsense that came to his mind.

He simply didn't want to lose useful fodder. After all, there was no League of Assassins without the…well, Assassins.

But fortunately, the traitor froze as a glint sparked in his eyes, causing him to solidify his expression of determination, once again bowing.

"I will be eternally grateful for this opportunity."

Ainz turned, his Eclipse forming around him to form his cloak.

"Continue this process with all the League Members and interrogate each one that was once a traitor. And start torturing the Metahuman prisoners."

"Not so much that they lose their sanity but just enough for their hate and contempt to flourish. Those are the emotions we want."

Ainz commanded as he walked off, gaining a curt nod from the standing Assassin.

"And where are you off to?" Nyssa asked, curious since Ainz hadn't left the Palace in a few days since arriving.

"Off to meet a friend."