One on One
Alahar- Marehn- Islilt had almost completed his mission. Visser 3 was close now, so close Alahar could hear him breathe. But the Visser would never hear Alahar. The Andalite's mission was to kill the Visser on the barren moon he used to test his new morphs. The moon was covered with barren rock and the occasional lava pool. The time was right, Alahar decided, and he stepped out from behind a tall rock formation.
Hello Visser.
Visser 3's eyes burned pure hatred.
Andalite! You should not have come here, for now you will die. The Visser began to morph into the gargantuan, three clawed Inferno Beast. It had a long neck, a longer, bladed tail, a muscular build and jaws that could crush stone. It had skin colored red and yellow.
Alahar was also changing… into a Galilash, a fourteen foot tall monster from the Hork Bajir world. It looked almost like a giant Hork Bajir, except instead of arms it had bladed tentacles. Its body was covered with red and green scales.
Interesting morph. Visser 3 mused.
The two giants clashed. The Visser grabbed one of the bladed tentacles while he used his other hand to rake deep gashes into Alahar's stomach, revealing blue- purple blood. With only on tentacle free, Alahar whipped it into the Visser's face, ripping out one eye. The two warriors broke off their attacks and began to slowly circle each other.
What is your name, Andalite? I want to add it to the list of those I have killed.
Alahar- Marehn- Islilt, Yeerk. Remember it because it is the last name you will ever hear.
They clashed again, only this time he brought his serrated tail around in a horizontal slice, cutting through Alahar's side. The Andalite warrior took the blow and kicked one of his clawed feet into the Visser's stomach, cutting downwards. Intestines spilled out and hung from the cut like a Taxxon tongue. The Visser howled in rage and pain and bit down hard on Alahar's neck. Alahar tried to fight back, but then the Visser's clawed hand was in his chest, ripping into his heart. Alahar pulled back and demorphed. By the time he was Andalite again, so was the Visser.
Die, Andalite.
The Visser's tail moved quicker than lightning, and before Alahar could react, his head was rolling across the ground. The Visser kicked the head and let it fall into a nearby lava pit.
And that is why they will lose. He told himself as he turned back to his thoughts.
Alahar- Marehn- Islilt had almost completed his mission. Visser 3 was close now, so close Alahar could hear him breathe. But the Visser would never hear Alahar. The Andalite's mission was to kill the Visser on the barren moon he used to test his new morphs. The moon was covered with barren rock and the occasional lava pool. The time was right, Alahar decided, and he stepped out from behind a tall rock formation.
Hello Visser.
Visser 3's eyes burned pure hatred.
Andalite! You should not have come here, for now you will die. The Visser began to morph into the gargantuan, three clawed Inferno Beast. It had a long neck, a longer, bladed tail, a muscular build and jaws that could crush stone. It had skin colored red and yellow.
Alahar was also changing… into a Galilash, a fourteen foot tall monster from the Hork Bajir world. It looked almost like a giant Hork Bajir, except instead of arms it had bladed tentacles. Its body was covered with red and green scales.
Interesting morph. Visser 3 mused.
The two giants clashed. The Visser grabbed one of the bladed tentacles while he used his other hand to rake deep gashes into Alahar's stomach, revealing blue- purple blood. With only on tentacle free, Alahar whipped it into the Visser's face, ripping out one eye. The two warriors broke off their attacks and began to slowly circle each other.
What is your name, Andalite? I want to add it to the list of those I have killed.
Alahar- Marehn- Islilt, Yeerk. Remember it because it is the last name you will ever hear.
They clashed again, only this time he brought his serrated tail around in a horizontal slice, cutting through Alahar's side. The Andalite warrior took the blow and kicked one of his clawed feet into the Visser's stomach, cutting downwards. Intestines spilled out and hung from the cut like a Taxxon tongue. The Visser howled in rage and pain and bit down hard on Alahar's neck. Alahar tried to fight back, but then the Visser's clawed hand was in his chest, ripping into his heart. Alahar pulled back and demorphed. By the time he was Andalite again, so was the Visser.
Die, Andalite.
The Visser's tail moved quicker than lightning, and before Alahar could react, his head was rolling across the ground. The Visser kicked the head and let it fall into a nearby lava pit.
And that is why they will lose. He told himself as he turned back to his thoughts.