Killer in Hunter x Hunter

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Formaggio's POV

Formaggio was in one of the ground floor corridors and was on the phone with Melone, who had just warned him of the approaching enemies.

- Oh, shit! I hear you, see you later. - Said Formaggio and hung up.

'Oh shit, here we go! It was bound to happen sooner or later. We should hurry to help the others, because they might have already run into them. I think Illuso and Risotto should be on the ground floor. Well, we don't have to worry about them, but there's no telling what those Spiders are capable of, so we still have to be careful.'

He headed for the exit.

Suddenly the sound of breaking glass was heard in the distance.

'Apparently someone has already started the battle. We'd better hurry.'

Slowly he approached the exit, while constantly looking around and being cautious. But as he made another turn, he saw something he never expected to see.

Three enemies appeared in front of him at once, who were five metres away from him and looking straight in his direction.

'Oh shit...'

Standing in the middle was a tall man dressed in a tracksuit. He had blond, wavy hair slicked back. He was also missing his eyebrows. The second was some man, almost completely wrapped in bandages and wearing boxer shorts, gloves, and boots. And the third was a girl Formaggio had already seen with Hisoka when he spied them in the Celestial Arena.

Formaggio stood still and didn't know what to do.

- There he is,' The athlete spoke up, 'He's one of the ones we're after, right? - He turned to the girl.

- Yes, he's one of them. - She answered.

- Hey you,' the sportsman said to Formaggio, 'are you alone? It's bad luck for you to run into three at once. I can see you're practically shitting your trousers. What are you gonna do, run? - He said with a sneer.

Formaggio continued to stand still and tried to think of something. The only sensible way out for him was to run away.

His enemies were about to attack when suddenly a voice came from their right.

- What makes you think he's alone? - The voice came from the side of the wall.

- What the... - The girl turned and saw a mirror hanging on the wall, in which she could see a guy she didn't know.

Seconds later, Formaggio saw the girl and the bandaged boxer being pulled into the mirror. The athlete didn't have time to see it, and when he turned around his mates were no longer near him.

- What the fuck!? Machi, Bonolenov, where are you?! - He exclaimed with great surprise.

Formaggio, meanwhile, had become noticeably more confident and alert.

'Well done Illuso, thanks to you I have a good chance and I won't miss it.'

He instantly snapped out of his seat and ran up to the athlete.

- Little Feet! - Shouted Formaggio and released his stand, which immediately attacked.

Formaggio's stand landed one blow to the side of his face, but the athlete was able to react and dodge in time. After dodging, he immediately swung and landed a powerful punch on Formaggio, who fortunately managed to put up a block. From this blow, Formaggio flew backwards and crashed into the wall.

'That's a lot of power... It looks like he broke my arm. But luckily my lunge reached its target.'

The athlete touched his face and noticed that the punch had reached its target after all. He was left with a small scratch on his cheek.

'Only one scratch, but it's enough to win. Now it's all about stalling and not screwing up.'

- Hey bastard,' the athlete turned to Formaggio, 'Where did my mates go? What did you do?

- Ha, you should be worrying about yourself right now. - Formaggio answered him with a smile on his face, and then rushed off.

- Stop right there! - The athlete rushed after him.

Formaggio turned the corner. When the athlete followed him, he saw no one.

- What the fuck? Hey, where'd you go?! - He shouted in surprise.

Formaggio had shrunk himself and hid in the ventilation shaft.

'Great, we can wait it out here.'

Soon the athlete noticed the effect of Formaggio's stand on himself. He began to shrink, gradually becoming smaller and smaller.

- What the fuck?! - He wondered, 'What have you done to me?!

Formaggio only smiled wryly, watching him from the vent. Turning round and looking around the vent, he noticed that it was full of cobwebs, and as a consequence, spiders.

'Hmm, that's an idea.'

He continued to sit in the vent and wait, occasionally groaning at the pain in his arm. His opponent had already shrunk quite a bit and was about the size of a rat.

'Well, I guess it's about time.'

Formaggio climbed out of the vent and assumed his normal size.

- There you are you bastard! - Shouted his enemy, standing a metre away from Formaggio, 'It's all because of that scratch, isn't it? You can reduce yourself and others in size with your ability, am I right?

- Did you realise that? It won't do you any good, though. You're just a helpless little bug now. You've got your trousers on, haven't you? - Formaggio said with a sneer.

- You piece of shit...

The athlete ran up to Formaggio's leg and began to twist his arm. Formaggio didn't bother him, as he himself was interested to see what he would do.

After about twenty turns, he kicked Formaggio's leg, causing him to scream and fall on his heel.

- Aaah! You little baby!

He got to his feet and pulled a small plastic bottle from his jacket pocket, in which sat a huge pile of spiders.

- Did you know that at your size, even a bite from a non-threatening spider can be fatal?

- What are you up to?

He grabbed his enemy, who had shrunk even more, and shoved him into the bottle.

- Freak, let me out! - He started screaming.

He tried to fight off the spiders, but there were too many and they ended up poisoning him. Soon the poison paralysed him badly enough that he couldn't move and the spiders just ate him.

'Ugh, this is so creepy, I want to puke.'

Formaggio threw the bottle away, then sat down on a nearby chair.

'Whew, got one. That was pretty quick. In a way, I'm even lucky. I wonder how the others are doing? Hopefully they'll make it through, while I get some rest. Damn, now not only my arm, but my leg hurts too, bitch...'

A change of hindsight. Prosciutto.

Prosciutto and Pesci were on the third floor and were heading towards the lift.

- Be careful Pesci, they might have already come up here. - Prosciutto turned to Pesci.

- Got it bro.

As they passed the next corner they were fired upon. They reacted instantly and hid around the corner.

'Oh shit, that was close.'

Carefully peeking around the corner, they saw two girls standing at the other end of the corridor. One was a tall and slender blonde with a long eagle nose, dressed in the style of a businesswoman, and armed with a revolver. The other was slightly below average height, dressed in simple casual clothes, with short black hair, and wearing glasses.

'Damn it, not only are they Spiders, they're women too.'

- What are we gonna do bro?! - Asked Pesci in a slightly panicked voice.

Prosciutto thought for a moment.

- Run to the first floor Pesci, - said Prosciutto to Pesci, - Kurapika should be there, help him.

- What about you?

- I can manage on my own. By the way, Pesci, be ready to use the tan and look for ice.

- Bro, you're not gonna--

- Yes, Pesci, I am.

- But there are still people in the building! What about our comrades?! You'll kill them all! - He started to panic.

- Don't worry, I'll try to hold on, and the others can hold on somehow. Now run, Pesci.

Pesci calmed down and instantly took off running towards the lift. He got lucky and successfully ducked past the enemy fire.

Prosciutto took out and lit a cigarette, but when he peeked out to look at his enemies he had his cigarette destroyed by an enemy bullet.

- You're out of your fucking minds! - He said angrily to himself, 'That was the last one.

- Are you going to sit there like a rat? - The girl with the gun shouted to him.

Prosciutto calmed down, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A purple aura began to emanate from him.

- The Grateful Dead! - He said, whereupon his booth materialised beside him.

'Well, let's hope the rest of us can hold out and not drop out early.'

Prosciutto stepped out from around the corner and headed with his stand straight towards the enemies. All the bullets they fired at him, the stand had no problem repelling them.

- What the hell is that?! What the hell is that monster?! - They asked Prosciutto in fear and surprise. From the looks of it, they were using Gyou.

Prosciutto silently continued to approach them.

Realising that firearms were useless the girls rushed to attack. The girl with glasses materialised some kind of monster hoover, while the other one started using her fists.

They began to use different combinations, attacking together and in turn, but Prosciutto had no problem evading all their blows, while practically not attacking.

Soon the girls noticed that something was wrong. They began to feel pain in their backs, wrinkles began to appear on their faces, and their hair began to turn grey.

- W-what is this...' they wondered.

Prosciutto only kept silent and smiled lightly. The girls decided to run.

- Come on, move even more, it's worse for you. - Prosciutto said to them.

The girls were approaching the lift. Prosciutto followed them slowly, knowing that he had already won. The girls had no strength left at all. They looked like old women. In the end, they collapsed to their knees.

- Eh, you were unlucky with your opponent, - Prosciutto addressed them, - Well, tell me where are the others?

- Fuck you... - answered the girl who had been a blonde not so long ago.

Prosciutto frowned slightly. The next moment his stand with his powerful hand smeared the second girl's head on the floor, causing the first girl to have a grimace of horror on her face.

- Tell me, where are the others? What are you up to? If you answer my questions, I'll let you die quickly. - In a serious and threatening voice, Prosciutto asked.

- Fuck... you...

Prosciutto frowned again.

''Damn, this is useless. Looks like she's the kind of person who even under pain of death will keep silent until the end. In that case, it's time to end this.'

He leaned towards her and grabbed her arm. In the next instant, the girl began to age much faster. In a few seconds, she looked like an ancient mummy. Prosciutto straightened up and kicked her on the head, causing it to shatter like a vessel of sand.

He reached into his pocket for his cigarettes, but immediately remembered that they were out.

'I should call off The Grateful Dead, or I'm really gonna kill everyone in this building.'

Prosciutto called off his booth.

Suddenly he felt some kind of shaking around him. Everything was shaking like some kind of earthquake had started.

'What the hell is that?'

After a moment, something strange happened, but the part of the building closest to the windows collapsed.

- What the fuck?! - Shouted Prosciutto and fell on his heels from the violent shaking.

He estimated that everything within a radius of about sixty metres, from the ground floor to the fifth floor, had been destroyed. He sat a few metres near the cliff down and looked around, trying to figure out what had happened.

'Holy shit... What just happened? Is this the ability of one of the opponents?'