"He has one," Clarence shouted. "Like the necklace! We need it!"

  Clarence changed his mind. No longer did he want Rikka's necklace, but he wanted what Ace had. It seemed to be much stronger, and the necklace wouldn't listen to him anyway.

"What if he breaks another window on the ship," Rikka said. "I was afraid to change for that very reason."

"I was too," Levi groaned. "He probably doesn't even know what he's doing."

  A new kind of fear came over them as they worried that Ace would kill them all in his well-meant attempt at saving their lives.

Invictus stood magnificently in his glowing white and gold armor, and his flowing iridescent cape.

 He stood, a god among mortals, seven feet tall, his eyes glowed black, and no longer did he look friendly and happy, but like the living weapon, he was born to be. Confidence soared through his veins as he knew that everyone on the ship he was protecting was weaker than him.

Their weakness made him stronger, literally, as the weaker someone around him, the sturdier his armor became, and the friendlier and younger he looked. He was almost invincible.

Almost.

  Invictus' body shone even brighter, and a large shield covered him in a dome. Clarence glared and he pushed him straight up into the large chandelier. It did nothing to pierce his shield, as Invictus was protected by not just his shield, but his armor as well.

  Everyone shouted and ducked as the glass from the large chandelier went flying. Clarence laughed and soon the pieces started flying towards his enemies, cutting their skin, and flying back around to get a second hit in.

 Invictus flew towards him, light trailing behind him, using his shield as a battering ram. Clarence scoffed, not afraid of anything, especially with the allure of power so close.

   Like a yo-yo, up and down Invictus was pushed in the ceiling and the floor. Pieces of ceiling went flying as Clarence laughed maniacally. With his free hand, he flung them all out towards his enemies, further pushing them back and disorienting them.

  Still, Invictus' shield would not break, and the sudden motion just made Invictus nauseous instead of wounded. Again and again, Clarence's enemies tried to get close, but it was impossible.

  Kyle and Ryle ran towards him, but he simply increased the pressure, and their speed still could not work. Gabriel shot out hot beams of energy from his hands, but with a flick of Clarence's wrist, they went flying back, right at him. He screamed in agony as he felt his flesh burn with his own ability, him thinking that it wasn’t even possible. Amy was too panicked to do anything, and Mark stood in front of her, not wanting his girlfriend to die like Ace's. Poor Casey was at a loss at what to do, because he couldn’t do a single thing with his ability, unless someone did something to him first.

  They all had abilities that required closer proximity, and they looked on in fear of both Invictus and Clarence, wondering which one would kill them first.

  "They are just persistent," Clarence grumbled. "Boys, turn your shoes on." Levi watched, wary as their shoes all made a strange noise, and stuck to the ground.

  Clarence's eyes flashed brighter, and the entire room went up in the air. Glasses, fake plants, decorations, tables and chairs, people, the broken chandelier, a crippled David, and Candice's corpse. They all rose into the air.

  "I love this part," Clarence moaned.

  Invictus knew at that height if they fell, they would die like Candice. Clarence simply relaxed, and let gravity do all the work. They fell back down, screaming accepting their fate.

  Invictus blinked and he teleported underneath them. Now that he and Ace were one they shared each other's abilities. He was unstoppable and would leave the battlefield the victor, decimating anyone that would kill his host.

  A large shield appeared above him and it caught them. It was gold and rectangular, and it floated in the air, letting off a dim hue. Clarence glared in disbelief, wondering what else he could do. It slowly lowered down and they all gasped, sweaty and shaking, grateful to be alive.

  Invictus blinked again, and with all his strength, he punched Clarence in the jaw. He flew, straight through the open doorway. His body shout out like a rocket, but soon it came right back, never hitting the ground, as Clarence would not lose his only shot at true power.

  Clarence's eyes glowed red, and he pushed his own body back towards Invictus, screaming, using the force of his attack to cripple him. Everyone around Invictus got out of the way. He screamed, sounding more animal than man, the walls in the room shaking and groaning.

His cape was no longer beautiful and iridescent, but pure black and filled with rage. All the broken objects and glass went for Invictus, but they were no use against his shield. He charged straight at Clarence, and grinned, knowing that he could win. Clarence flew at him, like a bullet, and threw a punch at his shield.

It didn't break.

  Instead, it let out a shockwave, and Clarence grit his teeth in pain. He pushed Invictus back, yet again, and he barreled through the ship, crashing through walls, scaring passengers hiding inside cabins. His trajectory soon shifted, and like a cannonball, he was pushed back the way he came, through the holes in the walls and Clarence screamed as he came towards him, wanting to win no matter the cost.

"I'll kill us all on this fucking ship," he bellowed. "I swear it!"

Invictus saw Clarence quickly approaching as he ricocheted towards him, and he simply blinked behind him. He smacked right into him from behind, the force of his shield killing him on impact.

  He flew like a ragdoll, his bones shattering, eyes popping out of his skull, and he slid on the floor, blood smearing everywhere. His body sounded like a wet sponge sliding across a kitchen countertop as it slid along the space liner's lobby.

  The friendly music from the TV, and the promotional company video played in the background as his crumpled body lay in a heap under the glow of the chandeliers.

  Invictus approached his body, unsure if he had truly died. He thought mortals were much stronger than they were and expected a much longer fight. The adrenaline wore off and his cape turned blue. Guilt and shame washed over him as he knew at that moment, he was not a weapon. He was a security blanket, and he had hurt someone, the opposite of his very meaning of existence.

Invictus stared at his corpse and started to cry.

People exited the ballroom and were confused about the crying giant.

 He didn't mean to. He was too kind to know that it was self-defense, and he was torn because he couldn't protect everybody.

"I am so sorry," he cried. "So sorry."

 Team 57 looked around and noticed that all of Clarence's men had run off, fearful and valuing their lives more than a necklace they couldn't even use.

"Don't hate me," Invictus cried. "I had no choice."

"It... it's okay," John mumbled.

They all were embarrassed for the gigantic man in large glowing armor, crying his eyes out, begging for forgiveness.

"I..., I just wanted to help," Invictus cried. "I've never hurt anyone before!"

"He… is he okay," Rikka asked. "Which one is he? I've never met him before."

"Neither have I," Harmonia whispered.

  Levi and Rikka's heads snapped towards her direction at the same time and Harmonia squeezed her mouth shut, her cover almost blown.

  Levi then remembered what happened when one was done using the celestials. They would become born anew in blood, bursting forth from the shell they borrowed, leaving the dead god's body on the floor. Levi trembled in fear as he waited for Invictus to burst into chunks and cover them in tendons and bone from head to toe.

"Ace is going to explode," he screamed. "Don't look!"

Rikka and the others stared in horror, preparing for the bloodbath that would come.