Battle Fortress
By Mr. Crash
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Battle Fortress is simply a battle between two beings. There is no plot, just fighting. I don't know if this is a good idea, but I'm trying it anyway.
Also, I'm going to be writing new chapters for this. And finally, Oni Link is another name for Feirce Deity.
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It was a long bridge. Long, narrow, with minimal light, and surrounded on both sides by a black pit. There was a row of spikes on the edges of the bridge; if someone was shoved off, they would be ripped up before falling. Four torches burned, two by each end of the bridge. There was the sound of dripping water in the background. *drip*.......*drip*.......*drip*.......
On each side of the bridge were two doors. They were plain, wooden doors. Doors that, suddenly, slid upward.
From the door on the left side stepped a huge, 7 foot tall warrior. He had white hair, a white tunic, war paint, and a metal chestplate. He wore black leggings, and brown boots. He carried a huge, double-helix sword. There was a feeling to this warrior; a swager in his step that told of a thousand battles and a thousand victories. This was a man that was _never_ denied what he wanted.
From the other door stepped....no one. Nothing appeared, save two floating red dots. Dots that looked like eyes. Which _were_ eyes. As the eyes moved forward, and into the edge of the light, a shadowy version of a person appeared. Everything about this fighter was black; black tunic, black hair, skin so black that any normal human would feel as though they would fall into the pit of darkness. He was a soldier that was a dark human. He wielded a black sword that bore a resemblance to the Master Sword. The only part of this fighter that wasn't black were the eyes; they were red. Blood-red.
After the two warriors had entered onto the bridge, iron bars slid over the doors. There were no exits.
The two warriors locked eyes. "Greetings," called the dark one. "Before I battle you, may I know your name?"
The white fighter paused before answering. "Oni. And youself?"
"Dark Link. Shall we begin?"
"Yes." The two drew their swords and advanced towards their opponent.
The two reached the center of the bridge. There was a slight pause before Oni lunged with a blow towards the waist. Dark Link stepped backwards and fadded away before the blow touched. Oni looked around in confusion. "Show yourself!" he cried out. The sound echoed off the walls, creating a very oppressive and lonely atmosphere. There was no respone for a moment.
"I am a being of the shadows," came a deep voice. "If I wish to vanish into them, I will."
"Fight me, coward!" called Oni, but no response came. Oni slowly walk to one end of the bridge. He slowly channelled his power into his sword, until...
*Tsew* A blue disc spun across the bridge. Just as it neared the edge, it was deflected upward by an black sword. Before the disc spun away, the light it created revealed the shadowy warrior. With a battle cry, Oni charged his opponent.
The two fighters met with a clash. Their swords tangled and sung as the two fought. The two met in a deadly dance of speed, accuracy, and death.
Oni swung his sword downward, hoping to slice into Dark Link's head, but the shadowy soldier brought his sword up, deflecting the blow. The two warriors backflipped at the exact same time, in an effort to get space. As they landed, Oni quickly lauched another blue disc from his sword. Just as it reached Dark Link, the shadow human once again used his sword to knock the energy blast away.
"How do you do that?" Oni demanded. "That blast is powerful enough to cleave any normal sword or human in half!"
The dark warrior stared at his opponent with a passive look on his face. "I am a reflection of the Hero of Time. My sword," he lifted his blade, "is just as powerful as the Master Sword. You have no hope of overpowering me with your magical discs."
With a growl, Oni once again rushed his opponent. Just as he was nearing Dark Link, his opponent vanished.
Oni made a frustrated noise. He once again paced the bridge, not know where his foe was located. He reached the edge of one end of the bridge, and turned and looked down across the bridge. He once again walked down the platform.
Just as he reached the center of the bridge, he heard a hum, and immeadeatly pivoted around and brought his sword up, narrowly managing to deflect the blow that was aimed at his head. The two fighters stepped back, and prepared to have an up front battle.
Oni put both hands on the hilt of his sword, facing forward. It was the traditional infantry-man's postition. Dark Link, however, turned sideways, with only one hand on his sword; the position of a fencer.
There was a pause, and then the two began to fight again. Dark Link lunged straight at his opponent, his sword aimed towards the face of Oni. Oni raised his sword and batted the smaller warrior's sword to the side. He tried to swing his sword, now pinning Dark Link's sword to the ground, into his shadowy foes face, but the reflected human managed to twist to the side and duck under the blow. He was, however, sliced in the ear by the double-helix sword. The only evidence that the warrior had been cut was a the color of the area that the sword had hit; it was gray, not black.
Dark Link quickly recovered from this blow. He pulled back his sword and stabbed, once again aiming for Oni's face. Oni managed to duck straight down. He rolled under the sword, and quickly got to his feet, hoping to catch Dark Link in the back, but the dark warrior had once again disappeared. Before Oni had any time to react, Dark Link sliced his left arm from behind. Oni cried out in pain.
However, Oni was lucky; he was cut on the left arm, and he was right-handed. He turned backwards, swinging his sword behind him. The blade caught Dark Link in the ribcage. However, because of the clummsiness of the blow, Dark Link was only hit with the flat of the sword, so he merely had the wind knocked out of him. He staggered back. He barely enough time to bring his sword up to block Oni's swipe that came down on him.
The two fought with every ounce of strength they had. It was odd; the two were the exact opposite. One was clad in pure white, had white hair and eyes, while the other was a shadow, dark human. The black and white knights clashed in a graceful dance of skill and death.
Oni swiped to the left, and the force of the blow knocked Dark Link's sword to the side. He sliced upward, but Dark Link managed to block again. However, the force of the blow was so great that he was unable to bring his sword back down in time to keep the white knight from shoving his sword in the dark warrior's chest.
Dark Link let out a gasp as he felt his life force quickly slipping from him. The two were so close that the shadow human was able to put his had on Oni's shoulder in an attempt to support himself. His grip failed, however, and he fell backwards, the sword being yanked from his body as he fell.
With his last breath, Oni said one thing: "Good...job..." He then faded from existance.
The doors slid up from the doors, and Oni turned and walked from the bridge.
By Mr. Crash
***
Battle Fortress is simply a battle between two beings. There is no plot, just fighting. I don't know if this is a good idea, but I'm trying it anyway.
Also, I'm going to be writing new chapters for this. And finally, Oni Link is another name for Feirce Deity.
***
It was a long bridge. Long, narrow, with minimal light, and surrounded on both sides by a black pit. There was a row of spikes on the edges of the bridge; if someone was shoved off, they would be ripped up before falling. Four torches burned, two by each end of the bridge. There was the sound of dripping water in the background. *drip*.......*drip*.......*drip*.......
On each side of the bridge were two doors. They were plain, wooden doors. Doors that, suddenly, slid upward.
From the door on the left side stepped a huge, 7 foot tall warrior. He had white hair, a white tunic, war paint, and a metal chestplate. He wore black leggings, and brown boots. He carried a huge, double-helix sword. There was a feeling to this warrior; a swager in his step that told of a thousand battles and a thousand victories. This was a man that was _never_ denied what he wanted.
From the other door stepped....no one. Nothing appeared, save two floating red dots. Dots that looked like eyes. Which _were_ eyes. As the eyes moved forward, and into the edge of the light, a shadowy version of a person appeared. Everything about this fighter was black; black tunic, black hair, skin so black that any normal human would feel as though they would fall into the pit of darkness. He was a soldier that was a dark human. He wielded a black sword that bore a resemblance to the Master Sword. The only part of this fighter that wasn't black were the eyes; they were red. Blood-red.
After the two warriors had entered onto the bridge, iron bars slid over the doors. There were no exits.
The two warriors locked eyes. "Greetings," called the dark one. "Before I battle you, may I know your name?"
The white fighter paused before answering. "Oni. And youself?"
"Dark Link. Shall we begin?"
"Yes." The two drew their swords and advanced towards their opponent.
The two reached the center of the bridge. There was a slight pause before Oni lunged with a blow towards the waist. Dark Link stepped backwards and fadded away before the blow touched. Oni looked around in confusion. "Show yourself!" he cried out. The sound echoed off the walls, creating a very oppressive and lonely atmosphere. There was no respone for a moment.
"I am a being of the shadows," came a deep voice. "If I wish to vanish into them, I will."
"Fight me, coward!" called Oni, but no response came. Oni slowly walk to one end of the bridge. He slowly channelled his power into his sword, until...
*Tsew* A blue disc spun across the bridge. Just as it neared the edge, it was deflected upward by an black sword. Before the disc spun away, the light it created revealed the shadowy warrior. With a battle cry, Oni charged his opponent.
The two fighters met with a clash. Their swords tangled and sung as the two fought. The two met in a deadly dance of speed, accuracy, and death.
Oni swung his sword downward, hoping to slice into Dark Link's head, but the shadowy soldier brought his sword up, deflecting the blow. The two warriors backflipped at the exact same time, in an effort to get space. As they landed, Oni quickly lauched another blue disc from his sword. Just as it reached Dark Link, the shadow human once again used his sword to knock the energy blast away.
"How do you do that?" Oni demanded. "That blast is powerful enough to cleave any normal sword or human in half!"
The dark warrior stared at his opponent with a passive look on his face. "I am a reflection of the Hero of Time. My sword," he lifted his blade, "is just as powerful as the Master Sword. You have no hope of overpowering me with your magical discs."
With a growl, Oni once again rushed his opponent. Just as he was nearing Dark Link, his opponent vanished.
Oni made a frustrated noise. He once again paced the bridge, not know where his foe was located. He reached the edge of one end of the bridge, and turned and looked down across the bridge. He once again walked down the platform.
Just as he reached the center of the bridge, he heard a hum, and immeadeatly pivoted around and brought his sword up, narrowly managing to deflect the blow that was aimed at his head. The two fighters stepped back, and prepared to have an up front battle.
Oni put both hands on the hilt of his sword, facing forward. It was the traditional infantry-man's postition. Dark Link, however, turned sideways, with only one hand on his sword; the position of a fencer.
There was a pause, and then the two began to fight again. Dark Link lunged straight at his opponent, his sword aimed towards the face of Oni. Oni raised his sword and batted the smaller warrior's sword to the side. He tried to swing his sword, now pinning Dark Link's sword to the ground, into his shadowy foes face, but the reflected human managed to twist to the side and duck under the blow. He was, however, sliced in the ear by the double-helix sword. The only evidence that the warrior had been cut was a the color of the area that the sword had hit; it was gray, not black.
Dark Link quickly recovered from this blow. He pulled back his sword and stabbed, once again aiming for Oni's face. Oni managed to duck straight down. He rolled under the sword, and quickly got to his feet, hoping to catch Dark Link in the back, but the dark warrior had once again disappeared. Before Oni had any time to react, Dark Link sliced his left arm from behind. Oni cried out in pain.
However, Oni was lucky; he was cut on the left arm, and he was right-handed. He turned backwards, swinging his sword behind him. The blade caught Dark Link in the ribcage. However, because of the clummsiness of the blow, Dark Link was only hit with the flat of the sword, so he merely had the wind knocked out of him. He staggered back. He barely enough time to bring his sword up to block Oni's swipe that came down on him.
The two fought with every ounce of strength they had. It was odd; the two were the exact opposite. One was clad in pure white, had white hair and eyes, while the other was a shadow, dark human. The black and white knights clashed in a graceful dance of skill and death.
Oni swiped to the left, and the force of the blow knocked Dark Link's sword to the side. He sliced upward, but Dark Link managed to block again. However, the force of the blow was so great that he was unable to bring his sword back down in time to keep the white knight from shoving his sword in the dark warrior's chest.
Dark Link let out a gasp as he felt his life force quickly slipping from him. The two were so close that the shadow human was able to put his had on Oni's shoulder in an attempt to support himself. His grip failed, however, and he fell backwards, the sword being yanked from his body as he fell.
With his last breath, Oni said one thing: "Good...job..." He then faded from existance.
The doors slid up from the doors, and Oni turned and walked from the bridge.