Zawish and the Glove
Chapter 5: Clash of the Cursed
The night was thick with smoke and sorrow. Cities burned. Fear flooded the streets.
At the heart of the chaos stood Dow — a man twisted by Dar Metal corruption.
Unlike others who died after exposure, Dow survived… but he was no longer human. He was something worse. Something unhinged.
His body, bloated and veiny, glowed with sickly dark light.
His mind shattered into madness.
And now he roamed the streets at night — a madman with the power to crush tanks like soda cans.
He screamed into the night sky:
"WHERE'S YOUR HERO NOW, EARTH?! BRING ME YOUR GUARDIAN! BRING ME ZAWISH!"
The government was helpless. Soldiers fell like flies. Even elite super-teams backed away in terror.
Everyone knew there was only one hope:
Zawish.
Elsewhere, in a luxury penthouse given to him by the government, Zawish stared out of the window.
The city below him was a warzone.
Since revealing himself at the celebrity gala — stepping onto the stage, declaring in his deep voice,
"I am the one. The protector. The guardian of Earth. I am Zawish."
— his life had changed forever.
He still remembered how everyone had laughed at him — 5'7", young-looking, wearing simple clothes — they thought he was a joke.
Until he exhaled lightly…
…and the air pressure was so intense that 1,000 people's caps flew off at once.
Only then did they realize:
This young man was not just human.
He was something else.
A protector born from the Earth's very core.
But now, a new threat had risen — one twisted by the same Dar Metal that made him.
And Zawish had no choice but to act.
Dow ravaged the city center, tearing through buildings like a rabid beast.
Laughing. Killing.
Children screamed. Mothers wept.
The sky bled orange with fire.
"COME ON, ZAWISH! YOU COWARD! FACE ME!" Dow bellowed, smashing a military helicopter with one punch.
Suddenly, a gust of wind stronger than a hurricane ripped through the battlefield.
Dust and debris flew everywhere.
Dow shielded his eyes.
And there, standing tall in the middle of the destruction, was Zawish.
Black jacket.
Dar Metal glove glowing.
Eyes calm. Deadly.
Dow's face split into a sick, crooked smile.
"There you are, pretty boy! Ready to die like the rest?"
Zawish didn't blink.
"I'm ready," he said quietly, flexing his fingers. "Ready to send you to hell personally."
Dow roared and charged like a demon let loose.
The clash was apocalyptic.
Dow's punch cracked the air itself — a sonic boom blasting buildings apart.
Zawish caught it with his bare hand, boots digging trenches into the asphalt.
BOOM!
Zawish spun and counterpunched — a brutal hook that sent Dow crashing through three skyscrapers in a row.
Glass and steel rained from the sky like deadly hail.
But Dow only laughed as he stood, wiping blood from his mouth.
"Nice punch! You practicing with your Barbie dolls, pretty boy?"
He unleashed a blast of corrupted Dar Metal energy, a black beam that vaporized everything it touched.
Zawish dove aside, rolling through the rubble like a shadow. He came up, glove shining, and unleashed a blast of pure Dar Metal power — golden and unstoppable.
BAM!
The two energies collided mid-air — a thunderstorm of raw chaos.
Cars flipped. Trees were uprooted. The ground cracked open into chasms.
Dow rushed forward, insane grin splitting his face.
He tackled Zawish through a subway station, dragging him through concrete and steel beams, laughing hysterically.
"LET'S DANCE, PRINCESS!"
Zawish smashed an elbow into Dow's jaw, flipping him onto his back.
Without hesitation, he stomped hard onto Dow's chest, sending shockwaves through the ground.
But Dow grabbed Zawish's foot and hurled him into the sky like a ragdoll.
Zawish flew upward, spun mid-air, and rocketed back down like a missile — smashing Dow with a double-fisted strike that cratered the earth.
"Still think this is a game?" Zawish growled.
Dow coughed, spitting blood and teeth.
And smiled.
"Always was good at losing… but tonight? You lose, hero boy."
Dow ripped open his shirt — revealing a twisted core of corrupted Dar Metal embedded in his chest.
A dangerous, humming, unstable source of limitless energy.
He pounded his own chest like a gorilla, roaring to the heavens.
The ground trembled.
Zawish narrowed his eyes.
"Alright," he muttered. "Final boss mode. I get it."
Dow's body swelled with power — veins glowing black-red.
He lunged at Zawish with brutal fury.
The final battle was brutal beyond words.
Punches like meteor strikes.
Kicks like lightning bolts.
Every clash tore apart the environment.
Skyscrapers toppled like dominoes. Bridges collapsed. Rivers boiled from stray energy blasts.
Dow tackled Zawish through a mountain — the rock exploding around them.
Zawish headbutted Dow so hard that shockwaves burst from the back of Dow's skull, forming mini-tornadoes.
"STILL STANDING?!" Dow laughed like a lunatic.
"Still breathing," Zawish growled.
They clashed again — fists, knees, elbows, shattering the land like gods at war.
Dow wrapped a chain of corrupted metal around Zawish's neck, trying to choke him out.
"Say goodnight, little guardian!" he hissed.
Zawish grabbed the chain, his glove flaring, and snapped it like wet paper.
"I'm no one's pet, Dow."
With a savage roar, Zawish uppercutted Dow so hard that Dow's jaw dislocated sideways.
Blood sprayed.
Zawish grabbed Dow by the ankles, spun him around like a hammer thrower, and flung him straight into the heart of a nuclear reactor zone.
The reactor exploded on impact.
Mushroom cloud rising into the night sky.
But Dow stumbled out of the fire, skin peeling, armor cracking, still laughing.
**"That all you got?!" he screamed hoarsely.
Zawish floated down in front of him, glove pulsing brighter than ever.
The Earth itself seemed to tremble under his presence.
"No," Zawish said. "Now you face my real power."
He touched the glove to the ground.
Golden Dar Metal energy raced outward like a shockwave — cleansing, burning, destroying all corruption in its path.
Dow tried to run.
Tried to escape.
But the wave caught him — lifting him into the air like a doll.
Dow screamed as the corruption burned out of him — leaving him hollow, powerless, broken.
He crashed to the ground with a sickening thud.
Zawish landed beside him.
Dow lay coughing, blood bubbling at his lips.
"You…" Dow gasped. **"You're not human… you're a freak…"
Zawish crouched beside him, cold and calm.
"I'm not human," he said.
"I'm Zawish."
He stood up and turned away.
Dow tried to crawl after him — but collapsed, unconscious.
The city was safe.
The world was silent.
And the legend of Zawish grew larger than ever before.
Later that night, sitting alone under the shattered sky, Zawish looked at the stars.
He chuckled to himself.
"Next time," he muttered, "maybe Earth can send someone who showers daily."
He smiled.
The unseen protector.
The glove of destiny.
And somewhere… out in the darkness of the universe…
New enemies were watching.
Waiting.
Plotting.
The story of Zawish was just beginning.
End of Chapter 5