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He’s just a head. Just a head of blond hair with lifeless, unlit eyes and his brain - the only remaining and irreplaceable part of Genos’ once-human body - still enclosed and protected but now in the clawed grip of one seriously ugly-ass giant vampire-werewolf-merman thing with sparkling scales. It can probably clock some speed, too, if it managed to destroy that much of Genos so fast. There’s a round of wild cackling while the monster watches him approach.
At least Genos’ face is still intact this time, mostly, save for a few cracks down the flesh on his cheeks. But then the thing starts tightening its grip on the cyborg head, and there comes the sound of something else that’s slowly beginning to crack. Saitama stops, stands, stares straight into liquid-black eyes as the monster’s laughter pitches lower.
“I can see this must be important to you.”
So it’s a smart one. At least more intelligent than all the others they’ve had to deal with recently.
It doesn’t matter; he is always faster. Still, better to distract it first for good measure. Can’t take any chances, because Genos is just a head right now. Just a head, currently helpless and being crushed further within those claws, and Saitama isn’t even listening to whatever ultimatum the scaly vampire is babbling anymore because for the first time in a long, long time there’s something white and searing that flares at the base of his chest and is surging upwards together with the blood that’s pounding through him. He feels the pull of his glove’s elastic around his tightening fist, feels more than hears the ground give way underneath his boot when he digs his heel in.
The only thing he does hear above the roar of blood in his ears is his own voice, low and alive with newborn fury.
“Give Genos. back. to me.”