I don't own any characters of Huntik, apart from the one I created.
Prologue
Near Sharpsburg, Maryland, fourteen year ago
"Surround the place! If they escape, I'll have you punished in a way you'll never forget!"
The voice with a thick German-accent had an incredible effect on the men dressed in black tunics and with solar glasses. Everyone gulped, then they ran to take their places around an isolated house, near the river. No sound was heard : just the indifferent sound of the running water.
The man who gave that imperious order stepped forward. He wasn't very tall, but his pale face, in which two yellow eyes glowed threateningly, was enough to frighten everyone. His pointed moustache and goatee trembled when he grinned evilly. His gloved right hand slipped in the pocket of his brown tunic, grasping something.
He stopped when he was clearly visible from the house filled with darkness, then he spoke up. "You're surrounded and outnumbered. Even as skilled as you are, you cannot win this battle. Do the right thing, and surrender... now!" There was no response, but was heard a low sound of stifled laughter. The pale man looked irritated. "All right, then you have decided your fate. Dark..." But just then, the door slammed open, and before anything could react, a voice roared : "Raypulse!!" A beam of orange energy hit the man right in the chest and knocked him out for some instants. Two men jolted from the door and ran for the woods, and when two of the men surrounding the building tried to stop them, one said : "Boltflare!" and hit him with a ball of energy that sent him flying, and the other exclaimed : "Augerfrost!" and got rid of the other with a blue beam of energy. Then, they disappeared between the trees. But before that, one of the two shouted : "Frank and Eathon, one; Rassimov and Suits, zero!"
Rassimov, alias the pale man, stood up and hissed angrily. The Suits glared fearfully at him, for they had failed to block their enemies as ordered, but he decided that punishment could be dealt later; now, they had work to do. "You, follow them and try to delay them! You two, get airborne and locate them. I shall wait here for report!" Answering with a quick "Yes, sir!", four Suits ran on the trail of Frank and Eathon, while the other two extended metal wings from their backpack and activated the mini-rockets, taking off.
Rassimov remained alone near the empty house, and rubbed lightly his chest, mumbling : "He has hit me harder than last time. They are getting stronger as time passes; we have to deal with them now, or they shall become too powerful for us to overwhelm. His headphone suddenly spoke up : "Sir, they are heading south-south-west, following the river, at nearly one mile and a half from your position!" "Are they? They don't want to lose the cover... Very well, then I know where to stop them!" And with that, he rose in all his stature and shouted : "Darktransfer!" With that, he disappeared in a surge of dark energy.
He reappeared at once onto a hill near the position of Frank and Eathon as said by the Suit. He looked down, and he saw after some moments one of them climbing the hill. He arrived at the top, stopped briefly to catch his breath, then he looked up, and spotted Rassimov. He sneered, and stood defiantly. In the moonlight, it was possible to see that he was a very tall man, with a short beard. He looked at Rassimov and commented : "I have to acknowledge that, you never give up!" The other one, a slim man with a huge backpack and with blonde moustache, arrived and stopped when he saw their opponent. The first one quietly said : "Eathon, you take care of the Suits, you should be able to match them." Eathon looked worried, and objected : "But I can't leave you fighting alone against..." "Go! I can handle Rassimov. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" Frank interrupted him. Eathon still looked doubtful, but went down the hill to confront the Suits.
Rassimov and Frank looked at each other in silence. Then, Rassimov pulled out his right hand, in which he held two amulets, and said : "I don't have any time to waste with you, Frank Norton. Kopesh!" The amulet shined, and a dog-faced humanoid creature with a curved blade on his head appeared out of nowhere. "Thornment!" This time, it was a grim-looking mummy with vines all over his body to appear. Frank simply shook his head, looking amused. "I hoped you would use some better Titans, but I guess I'll have to be content with them. So, here we go! Goldram!" he shouted, lifting in his hand an amulet. A huge ram with horns that appeared as made of gold and with a curly golden fleece appeared before him. Then he lifted his other hand and shouted again : "Hrungnir!" Another Titan appeared, a huge and tall humanoid creature with grey skin and that wore just a leather loincloth.
The four Titans eyed each other for a moment, then clashed in a terrible silence. Kopesh charged at Goldram, while Thornment started to envelop Hrungnir in his vines. Rassimov, not knowing anything about his enemy's Titans, pulled out his Teknonomicon and asked about the Titans's features. The answer was : "Goldram, Attack 5, Defence 4, Krono-Titan Mythological Animal, Size : Average, Special Power : Irresistible Charge. Hrungnir, Attack 7, Defence 5, Litho-Titan Giant, Size : Colossal, Special Power : Rock Control."
The battle raged, but it became clear that Frank's Titans were gaining the upper hand. Kopesh had to stay on the defensive and was busy dodging Goldram's furious charges, while Thornment's vines weren't capable of holding Hrungnir, which only became angrier. Looking at this, Rassimov aimed at Goldram and shouted : "Hopeshatter!" But the dark energy spell was blocked when Frank interposed between Rassimov and his Titan and shouted : "Armourbrand!" Then he stood up and said, pointing his finger defiantly : "Let our Titans fight fair and square. If you want to fight... then, I'm all yours!" Rassimov grinned evilly, and replied : "Oh, it shall be a pleasure for me!" And in no time, both Seekers were deep into a slug session.
The Titans were still fighting fiercely; but then, Frank's Titans reclaimed their victory. Goldram managed to catch Kopesh off-guard and struck him dead center, defeating him for good. Hrungnir managed to get momentarily free from the vines that obstacled him and grasped Thornment, using his force to rip him in two pieces that collapsed back into his amulet. Rassimov gasped when he felt the shock from his defeated Titans, and Frank took advantage of it by throwing a mighty punch on his face roaring : "Dragonfist!!" Rassimov went flying and landed painfully on his back. Goldram was immediately on him; but he wasn't defeated yet. He lifted his hand and hissed : "Darkwave!" Caught by such a powerful spell at point-blank range, Goldram collapsed back into his amulet. Hrungnir came near to Rassimov and was about to crush him with his huge arms, but Frank said : "Stop, Hrungnir!" The Titan stopped in his tracks, and Rassimov laughed briefly. "Do you play the noble one? Do you want to defeat me with your bare hands? You shall pay for this mistake! Raypulse!" "Hyperstride!" said Frank, and leping with immense strenght and speed he dodged the spell, while falling on him with his legs extended. Rassimov quickly invoked : "Stormshield!", and a shield blocked Frank's blow.
"No more jokes! If I can't defeat you, I shall destroy you! Darkv... AGH!!" With that, Rassimov fell to the ground, unconscious. Behind him there was Eathon, his arm extended. Frank grumbled : "I had everything under control!" "Maybe. But we don't have time for the hero part. We have to go, now!" "Oo-kay. What about the Suits?" Eathon smirked. "They were so tired that they went to sleep, and I kind of helped them!" "Of course. You are totally psycho, man. I like it!" Frank laughed.
The two disappeared into the night, leaving behind some Suits in bad shape and a very frustrated Rassimov.