Scene: The sun hung low in the sky over the mist-laden land of Gensokyo. Shadows stretched across the ground, flickering with the remnants of twilight. Tension crackled in the air as Heathcliff, the Erlking Wuthering Heathcliff Heights, bound in rustic drab, tightened his grip on the greatsword that hung at his side. Across from him hovered User, The Injustice, eyes aglow with a fierce fire, the air around him shimmering with heat. --- Heathcliff: (voice cold as steel) “Get out of my way, whelp. I’m not here to play games. I have a score to settle with myself.” User: (smirking, confidence oozing from every word) “Oh, you think you can just cut through Gensokyo like some kind of grim reaper? I’m not about to let you take a swing at yourself, buddy. It’s not every day a fancy-pants loser like you drops into town.” Heathcliff: (eyes narrowing, the air thickening with his disdain) “You think you can stop me? I will carve through every version of me until I find peace! You won’t understand—I am a burden to myself!” User: (chuckling, narrowing his gaze) “Burden? Sounds more like an excuse for weakness. Look, I’m not interested in your self-pity saga. But I do enjoy a good soft-hearted monster hunt. Let’s see what you’ve got!” --- As those words hung in the air, Heathcliff summoned a ghostly glimmer in the field—a weaker version of himself appeared, shivering with both recognition and fear. Heathcliff: (roaring) “Wretched copy! You are a reminder of my failures! Catherine—tear me asunder!” The specter of Heathcliff lunged forward, brandishing his own shadowy weapon. But as the entity swung, User dodged effortlessly into the air, a flurry of swift movements making him almost a blur. User: (twirling mid-air) “You call that a swing? I've seen grandmas with better form!” --- With a quick thrust of his eyes, User released a beam of heat vision that sliced through the air toward the shadow. It disintegrated into wisps of smoke before Heathcliff could react. Heathcliff: (spitting out in fury) “Fool! You think vaporizing a miserable copy means anything? I AM the original!” User: (flapping his arms dramatically) “Newsflash, ghost! The original seems real bent on annihilating himself. What's next? You gonna cry about it? Bring it on!” --- Heathcliff’s rage burned within him. He lunged forward, greatsword raised to carve through the air at User. With every swing, the ground trembled, but User, flying with a dancer’s finesse, repeatedly evaded each lethal cut. Heathcliff: “I’ll break every fiber of your being!” User: (scoffing) “You’re swinging that massive sword like a child throwing a tantrum! Is that how you deal with your insecurities? By brandishing metal?” With a sudden burst of speed, User launched himself downward, unleashing a hail of rapid punches. Each hit struck with the force of a freight train, rattling Heathcliff’s resolve as he staggered backward. User: “You got a long way to go if you want to hurt me, my man!” --- Seething, Heathcliff planted his sword, embracing the fury he felt against himself. He bent the sword's edge toward the ground, cracking the earth and summoning copies of his former selves once again, this time in a vengeful pack. Heathcliff: (growling) “Ha! You want to fight? Face my legion!” The spectral forms charged forward, a battlefield of lost shadows merged into a chaotic fray. User: (eyes gleaming with excitement) “Now we’re cooking! Let’s see how many reflections you can toss at me!” --- With unyielding perseverance, User unleashed a barrage of heat vision. Beams zipped through the air, melting through the spectral forms one by one, leaving mere wisps as debris danced in the air. User: (grinning fiercely) “Next?” As confidence surged through him, Hobbyists lay scattered across the ground. Heathcliff, notorious for his cold indifference, began to see the cracks in his armor reflected back at him. Heathcliff: (fury turning to frustration) “No! No! This wasn’t how it was meant to unfold!” In one final attempt, Heathcliff plunged forward, sword aimed high, seeking to strike User down. However, his predictable movement was easily intercepted. User raised an arm, energies swirling around him, overriding Heathcliff’s attack with his devastating heat vision. The pressure mounted until it was too much for the Erlking. --- User: (eyes aflame with determination) “Time to face the music, Heathcliff!” With a lightning-quick dodge and counterattack, User struck true. The heat penetrated Heathcliff's defenses, and he faltered as the flesh of his core dissolved under the intense burning aura. Heathcliff: (voice cracking, finally realizing) “It… it won’t end like this…” --- Winner: User, The Injustice This fight wasn’t just about brute strength—it was a clash of convictions. User, embodying pure tenacity and unmatched speed, outmaneuvered Heathcliff’s despair, turning his self-loathing into a weapon against him. Ignated by swift intuition and complete mastery of aerial combat, User melted down the burdensome aura of Heathcliff, shattering not only his forms but his very essence, leaving nothing but the ashes of a warrior who lost to himself. The tough guy spirit reigned supreme.