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A Light in the Dark
Saviors of Two Kind
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"Three, two, one, let it rip!" both teens cried as they launched their beyblades into the oversized beydish.
Tyson grit his teeth as the Hawk leader slammed into his Dragoon with an unimaginable force. When Carlos had mentioned that the street blader was strong, he didn't quite believe him, but now that he was feeling the brunt end of his attacks, the dragon tamer began believing the Shark.
'Damn,' the Japanese teen grunted, 'if he keeps this up, Dragoon's blade will be destroyed!'
Sending the blue dragon forward, he tried to evade the attacks coming onto him, but it didn't do much.
"Go! Get him!" the Hawk cried, a wild, demonic smile adorning his face. It wouldn't be much longer. He'd have both this kid's beyblade as well as Kai's. Pushing his beyblade around the dish again, he attacked Tyson, swerving into the middle of the dish where the dragon lay waiting. Both blades smacked against each other, a loud clang erupting from the attack and defense rings.
Crimson orbs struggled to open at the sound of beyblades hitting one another. Kai shifted his weakened body, raising his head ever so slightly, blurry vision making out Tyson and the Bey-Hawk leader battling in the large dish that sat in the middle of the room. From his position, he could mostly make out each teen's attack positions. The Hawk kept circling the dish before attacking the beyblade that would circle then land in the center to wait for an attack. The younger teen's beyblade would take the attack and then go about what it did before, searching for a weakness in the other's attack.
The phoenix wielder forced his tired eyes to study the battle, his equally exhausted brain hardly keeping up and developing a strategy. He had to help Tyson win, as much as it killed him to even think of helping his wanna-be rival. Suddenly, it clicked.
He made his vocal chords work yet again, ignoring the white hot pain that engulfed his throat as he spoke, "Tyson!" He gained the teen's attention right off the batt. "Our first battle!" That was all he got out as the Hawk beside him slammed his steel-toed boot in the middle of his back, crushing his right wrist and wishing the stomp had crushed his spinal chord. The phoenix gave a sharp cry of pain, burying his face in the concrete floor, willing back the tears that threatened to escape. He had felt his wrist crack with that attack. Breathing heavily, he strained to look up again to watch the battle. Stormy eyes caught his fiery ones. Tyson nodded to him in thanks and then turned back to the beybattle. 'I only hope he understood what I meant,' the phoenix muttered in his mind.
Tyson had heard Kai when the teen tried to help him. He had understood that the phoenix wielder wanted him to think of their first battle and compare it to the one he was facing then, but it just didn't seem to want to fit together. He watched his opponent's beyblade circle the dish again, oblivious to Kai's outburst of hints. Then, he understood completely.
The Hawk leader before him was using the same attack method that Tyson himself had used. When he and Kai had battled the very first time at the riverside, the dragon had ordered his beyblade to circle the dish, then launch a series of attacks to his opponent that lay in the middle of the dish. Kai had buffered his attack power and used that and the momentum used to send his beyblade into the air against the dragon.
He hoped what he planned to do next would work.
Waiting for the Hawk to circle and attack again, he told Dragoon to take the power, using it to send itself into the air just as Kai had done before. It worked. Landing, he did the same thing, watching in amusement as the Hawk leader's confident face contorted to that of confusion and fear. He saw his chance as Dragoon sailed into the air again. "Alright, Dragoon! Let's go!" he cried, feeling the strong gusts of wind take over the room. The silver beyblade was enveloped in those winds as it sped up to land harshly on the black one below it. The dragon's wind blew each and every beyblade part away from it, scattering the pieces across the beydish and even out of it. The Hawk leader stood there, gaping like a fish out of water, and Tyson reveled in the victory. "Looks like I win."
Kai watched on, smirking at the change of events. The Hawk member beside him backed up at the thought of his leader losing. Out of the corner of one crimson eye, the phoenix wielder saw Carlos come up, knocking the shocked teen out of the way and then bending down to unlock the handcuffs that adorned Kai's wrists. The phoenix sat up slowly, his ribs and entire body protesting.
Carlos sat there, keeping one eye on Kai and the other on Tyson as the dragon tamer picked up his beyblade and started towards them. "Kai," the street blader whispered, reaching in his pocket and revealing the blue beyblade he had kept so close.
Kai reached out with his good hand and grasped the cool metal, the flaming warmth of Dranzer's presence causing his body to relax. All was okay. He looked up as Tyson neared but gasped.
The Hawk leader had watched as if he were no longer in his body as he lost to the rookie before him. It was such a simple attack, and he lost. How was that possible? He glared, dark eyes hardening to onyx as he swerved around, knife already out and ready. Rushing forwards, he had one thing on his mind: killing the one who beat him.
Little did he think that he would meet a beyblade head-on. A blue beyblade, his mind registered. A pissed off, blue beyblade with flames sparking from the bitchip.
Kai watched with a smirk as Dranzer connected with the teen's forehead. His body trembled as he remained standing. When he saw the Hawk going after Tyson, his body moved on its own, grabbing Carlos's launcher and standing up in one fluid motion, launching his Dranzer beyblade with such ease and accuracy, but then, afterwards, his legs no longer felt the need to hold him up. So, he slumped back to the cold ground in a heap, breathing heavily.
Tyson couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just won against a street blader, and then the guy he had gone to rescue ended up saving him! How does that work out?
Kai looked up at the dragon tamer with tired crimson orbs. He smirked lightly just before his world blackened, eyes closing as unconsciousness swept over him. Feeling a set of hands catch him before his back met the concrete floor, he relaxed in the touch. He no longer needed to be strong at that moment. For once, he could rest.
And he did all the way to the hospital and then some.
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Well, sorry this is so rushed and short, but this chapter was just short, and I can't do beyblading scenes.....^^; So, bear with me. ^^
Last chapter up next week!
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