[ IP ] O.A.M Grizelda Wrath by ku-on

Sergeant Miscone, fifth division, an Overpowered Arms Master worthy of more than subtle recognition. The seventh had called him down to demonstrate the Arc-beam, a weapon that functioned off of precision alone. Men stood around the caged area as Miscone took centre stage inside the fight pit. Machines on either end of the pit whirred to life, preparing to conjure whatever beast they could dredge up from the pits of hell. 
 
 Miscone straightened his leather coat, double checking that the centre button remained firmly in place. There was nothing worse than your coat coming undone mid-battle. For him, it was a sign of vulnerability, a kind of nakedness he disliked without intentional purpose. It also meant he could stop half way during the battle and undo the button, a kind of fan service for the men that let them know -- shit was about to hit the fan. 
 
 The Arc beam remained cold around his right fist, a laser cannon strapped to a steel gauntlet. Miscone surveyed the whirring subject machines on either end of the field, they were emitting steam now which meant his foe would be summoned within seconds. They would probably give him something tricky like a Banshee or a Chrionite golem, the kind that could n't be penetrated without being hit numerous times. Miscone gave the men a reasurring wave, earning near two dozen cheers. 
 
 The fight pit erupted with life. 
 
 Miscone dodge rolled just in time, avoiding a blow from a Shadow golem near a hundred times his size. The creature's height and width were several skyscrapers joined together. It puffed smoke from its frame, a substance which allowed it to smash through any physical body with no harm to itself. This meant the creature was impervious to material attacks and that something like an Arc beam would go straight through it and into the sky above. 
 
 `` A fucking shadow golem? Really boys?'' Miscone hissed to himself. 
 
 The fight pit coordinators watched from either side, grinning like the useless buffoons they were. The soldiers, on the other hand, cheered away, suspended in the reality that this was all planned -- no man was stupid enough to take on a Shadow without preparation. 
 
 The Shadow leaned back, head arched to the sky, and roared. Dirt bounced across the fight pit, and Miscone battled for balance, his teeth chattering from the creatures force. `` Bigger they are, the quicker they fall,'' he muttered, regaining his former confidence. 
 
 Miscone snapped the Arc beam toward the creature's face and fired. As expected, the laser jetted straight through, zapping a group of clouds and turning them from white into a dark clump. The men roared their appreciation, banging on the fence, and clapping wildly. It started to drizzle down from the group of clouds. The Shadow Golem was merely annoyed by this, and instead shifted its gaze to the attacker - Miscone - and filtered a deep rumble through its chest. 
 
 The creature swiped at Miscone. He flopped forward, barely making it out in time, and suddenly aware of the giant hole in the dirt behind. The creature had scooped away the land like a child playing with sand. He could n't afford to get hit, let alone scraped, a Shadow could shred him with a brush of its knuckle. 
 
 Miscone spied a safe area between the creature's legs. He darted forward, stepping in time with the monster to avoid being trampled. The creature searched around the battlefield, coming to the conclusion that Miscone was in the hole it had swiped open. It picked away at the dirt, giving him some downtime. 
 
 As much as he tried to find a solution, Miscone continuously drew blanks. His training on Shadow's was to fight darkness with blinding light. In this case, he was out of luck unless he could create a flash of some sort. 
 
 The creature now aware that Miscone had tricked it, smashed at different portions of the pit. Without a clear target, it turned its attention to the men around the pit, swinging its fists against the fence. The men screamed, scrambling back. However, the pit was designed to keep the creatures in, and all that happened was a sound rumbling like thunder. 
 
 An idea burst into Miscone's head. The kind of light bulb moment that only seasoned O.A.M's get amidst life or death situations. He knew that fighting helped him think, but this, this was pure genius. 
 
 Miscone dodge rolled from between the creature's legs and directed the Arc beam toward its face. The Shadow roared, satisfied that the puny human was back again. 
 
 It slammed a fist for Miscone. He dodged with ease, deep in the zone now. Miscone shot the beam at the creature's face, sending it straight through and for the clouds above. The clump of black turned darker and thunder rumbled through the sky. He zapped beam shot after beam shot expanding the clump of clouds further, barely dodging the Golem's swipes. 
 
 Thunder loud enough to shake the Earth rumbled overhead. Miscone took one last look at the Shadow Golem and undid his coat button. `` The bigger they are, the easier they are to take down,'' Miscone said. 
 
 The Golem paused to look back at the clouds. 
 
 A blinding flash of lightning erupted from the sky.
