In The Abyss As A Toon Character

With a forced calm, Katley mumbled, 'Let's just get the time and see how things unfold...' Her thoughts churned like a storm as she resisted the urge to scratch at her own skin. Her fingers twitched near her head, but she held them back. Things were spiraling out of her control, and she hated that feeling. To make matters worse, knowing that she would need help from HIM out of all the possible options made her want to rip her own skin.

Dante, was an oddball because this 'magic' wasn't magic in the traditional sense-- This twisted blend of love, hate, and that damn toon force-- It was terrifying how he was learning to wield them like weapons of mass destruction. Every punch, every swing, every shift in his body language showed that his understanding of these forces was becoming more and more dangerous.

Dante didn't give room to anyone; with one swift, vicious motion, he fervently snatched the katana guy's skull like a predator seizing prey.

There was no hesitation.

With a loud *SMASH*, The man's face crashed into the hard ground, which instantly sprouted spikes born from pure love and hate. Dozens of jagged spikes pierced his skull, leaving it perforated with gruesome holes.

But still, it wasn't enough. Dante could feel the body twitch, feel it try to move, even though the man's brain was practically gone.

Katley somehow kept him alive by erasing a few concepts. This prompted the pink girl to press harder, grinding the katana guy's skull deeper into the earth as her body surged forward, dragging him with her. Flesh and blood sloughed off his face, leaving a blood trail behind her like a gruesome crimson river.

Dante lifted the body slightly, revealing what was left-- a grotesque bundle of muscle and bone. The guy's face was now a bleached-white skull, stripped of all skin, having at most some drops of blood. And as his body convulsed, it vomited up a thick black substance, stinking to rot and hate, choking in the place with its acrid odor.

Katley seeing the brutality of the situation, concentrated more mana on the concepts, trying to not lose a member of the team, "Shit... Don't worry. He is still alive! Probably? He won't die until I die! so keep going!"

And this was true. The katana guy was still moving, like a monstrous puppet sustained by Katley's erased concepts and passive abilities, which he had obtained over time. Now realizing brute force alone wouldn't work, Dante shifted gears toward a different strategy.

With a snarl, he punched the katana guy straight into a nearby painting that appeared out of nowhere, temporarily sealing him off like some twisted piece of art.

But Katley's living shield wasn't gonna let any of that happen. Part of the black eye-riddled goo that covered Katley split off, slithering toward their fallen companion, and wrapped him in a black cocoon before dragging him to safety.

Before Dante could jump to stop the goo from an unprotected flank, the other figure leaped into battle; he finally finished destroying all the hate hands in the place and was now ready to fight.

It was an imposing wall of muscle and metal. The new warrior planted himself in front of Dante, with his boots cracking the ground beneath his weight. He glared down at Dante from his towering height, "I told that bastard to run some META-swords, but he likes his fancy katanas. Unlike him--"

Before he could finish, Dante's fist shot out like a bullet, colliding with the dragon's armor. The impact was deafening, but the armored figure barely moved. This guy was an immovable mountain, not a glass cannon.

He laughed loudly with a weird accent as the gems in his gauntlets glowed faintly. "A low-grade anti-metaphysical enchantment... Quite fancy, Don't you think?"

Imitating Dante, the enemy let himself loose with a thunderous blow aimed directly at Dante. When it came, the punch landed squarely on his face, snapping his head back with brutal force. But Dante barely moved; the only evidence of his punch ended up being a small bruise forming on his cheek and a trickle of blood running down.

Dante wanted to test how effective this anti-magic was in stopping him, but it seemed better at protecting than attacking, so he wouldn't have to worry about a sneak attack finishing him.

From above, a swarm of strange missiles descended, aiming directly at Dante's position. Seeing that some of their weapons could damage him, he opted to dodge or block. If Katley had weapons designed to specifically harm him through love and hate, what else did her team have in store?

His body blurred with movement as he evaded and destroyed each projectile, twisting and contorting in ways that defied physics. But he couldn't avoid everything, and a few missiles exploded against the ground where he had stood, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.

Despite his oversized frame, the brawler with the gauntlets wasn't just brute strength. He was fast. Terrifyingly fast. Their fists became blurs, exchanging rapid, bone-shattering punches, dancing between loud hits with deafening intensity.

Dante's movements were chaotic, almost absurd. One moment, he stomped the ground, creating a spiderweb of cracks; the next, he sidestepped with an eccentric twist, leaving stylish patterns in the dirt. He moved with an unpredictable nimbleness that defied the brawler's expectations.

Beneath his dragon helm, the brawler frowned, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

In the middle of the fight, her body bounced as if made of rubber. The next ridiculous, silly noises accompanied her moves, throwing him off-balance. It was almost impossible to anticipate her next move, so he had to wait until the sniper support came in to use it as cover.

In a flash, ten proton rays shot toward Dante. He barely blinked as a comically oversized mirror puffed into existence with a comical burst of smoke, reflecting the beams back at their origin.

The mirror, after reflecting the shots, hung mid-air, protecting him from any further shots from that direction.

The brawler scoffed at this action, dripping with sarcasm. "You actually made the sniper more useless. Congrats."

Katley's voice cut through the din, "SIZE! GRAVITY! FRICTION!" she shouted, and in an instant, the giant mirror shrank to the size of an atom. At the same time, the battlefield itself shifted, becoming more restrictive for Dante.

Dante bounced like a Slinky toy, dodging hits and letting others graze him by mere centimeters. He knew nothing was infinite-- not even this enchantment. He just had to keep pushing and punching until something gave.

"!!!" appeared above Dante as he got an idea of how to get past the armor.

Dante first summoned a cannon with a massive and ridiculous barrel. In an instant, it fired with a loud bang, but instead of destruction, a cloud of confetti rained down, obscuring the warrior's vision and covering the ground in colorful chaos.

Then, Dante placed his hands behind his back as if preparing for something. The warrior tensed, ready for anything. He had already seen Dante pull the most absurd tricks. A gift box with a hand inside? A door appearing out of nowhere? Nothing could surprise him anymore.

Except this.

When Dante's hands emerged, he wasn't holding something magical or otherworldly. No, what he pulled out was far more unexpected, not because it was unknown but rather because it was a relic of old.

A sleek, black Desert Eagle gleamed in his grasp. He aimed it directly at the warrior's head and muttered, "G U N." Dante then proceeded to overwrite reality, using his hate and love to temporarily overpower Katley's domain over it.

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authors note:

Pros of anti-magic: There is no magic!!!

Cons of anti-magic: HOLY SHIT! THERE IS NO MAGIC YOU IMBECILE!