I know I've been updating super-quick lately, but I have off from school and have no life...jk, but seriously, I wanna get this done. I've had like tons of ideas and crap and don't have much time to get them out, so I'm gonna update a lot the next few days probably. Anyways...enjoy! R/R!
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In a black room within a remote location, a cloaked figure watches his precious followers fall at the paws of two "rivals" who had joined forces.
"No!" He thumped a clawed fist down on his control panel in agony. "Why? How do I stop them...?" He pondered a moment, then sighed. "Fine. If they want to play hard, then I'll give 'em what I've got."
The figure pointed to a dark corner, where only two gleams of green and purple could be seen. "Give them 'till nightfall, then set out. We want them well-rested. Go." A slit of light crawls through the room, and two shadowy figures skulk through the crack. The light withdraws, and the figure turns his attention to the two stranded fighters. "Soon..."
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"No, sir, we haven't heard from them."
"Well, it's been two days. We need to get a plan into action."
Falco nodded at the familiar hare. "Yeah, Peppy, except we have no idea where he is. For all we know, he could have gotten stranded with Wolf, and..." Falco trailed off, worried.
General Peppy nodded. "Yes, that possibility exists. Or he could be alive. Either way, we will try our best to find them. We can't send a team out yet – the sun is starting to set. But as soon as possible, we'll go. Peppy out."
Falco stared at the blank screen, hoping the general had been correct. There wasn't any room in his heart to think of anything worse.
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Wolf sat against a boulder, arms crossed, staring into space. He was tired from fighting the creepy foes, and wished he could find a way home. Soon, he decided, he'd need to get food.
He turned to look at Fox, standing against a tree trunk, staring off much like Wolf was. Both were thinking the same thing: if they could trust the other.
Fox sighed, shaking his head. Why should he trust Wolf? After all, if it weren't for Wolf he'd never be stuck here. On the other hand, they had worked well together against the bogeys. Fox pondered, then decided that for the time being the two would just have to put up with each other.
A similar thought crossed Wolf's mind. Sure, he may be a rival, but that fox can put up one hell of a fight, when really ticked. Wonder what set him off? Curiously, he called the the fox, "Hey, pup."
Fox gritted his teeth, then turned to the wolf. No matter who said it, he still hated that nickname. "Yeah?"
"When we were fighting off those freaks, and when we first...erm...met up, your fighting techniques were different. More lethal, less merciful. Some of those attacks of yours...you're the last one I'd expect to fight like that. Why'd you do it now?"
Fox looked at the ground, asking himself the same question. "I dunno," he finally answered. "I guess since I didn't have to keep anyone for information, and to survive, certain measures are necessary. They all had to go." Wolf wasn't completely satisfied with that response.
"Yeah, well, that doesn't explain why you almost made me lose feelings in my arms. I feel like there's more to it. Were you...scared? You're always calm, you must feel fear at some point."
Fox chuckled to himself, then turned to Wolf head-on. "Honestly? I was scared. Rare feeling for me, but knowing I couldn't reach anyone, had no weaponry...I felt powerless. Then, when I found out you were here, I wanted to do everything I could to live." Wolf nodded.
"Everyone feels fear at some point, Fox. It'll happen. Just remember that there's always a way to overcome it."
Fox looked at the Wolf, surprised at how deep his advice had sunk in. "You're right, Wolf. Thank you."
Wolf just nodded. However, when Fox turned away, Wolf opened his mouth once again. "Hey, Fox...when we were fighting off those baddies, there was something you did that took down a whole bunch of surrounding guys. How did you do that?"
"It took a lot of practice. It takes balance and precision."
"Do you think...you could teach me?"
Fox's eyes widened. Wolf, asking for help? From him? He tried to think of a reason Wolf could use this against him, but couldn't. Truthfully, Wolf was just curious and wanted to try it.
"Alright, fine." The two wandered around until they found a low branch, reaching up to about Wolf's shoulders. Fox lifted himself onto it, trying to determine if it could hold both he and Wolf's weight. Satisfied, Fox jumped to the ground.
"The key is in the arms. You have to be able to support yourself with one arm at times. Use both arms to swing yourself around in a half circle, then keep circling, taking one of your arms off and letting yourself spin with your lower body. Keep rotating arms every time you do a half-circle, and you'll pick up a lot of momentum. Soon, you'll be going quickly – it'll just come to you."
Fox pulled himself up once again and demonstrated. Wolf watched in barely-disguised awe as Fox spun himself faster and faster. After about five rotations, he was switching arms in a frenzy. He resembled a brown blur, spiraling faster and faster. Wolf quickly lost track of rotations from his point of view – Fox was moving too quickly. When Fox had done thirty rotations, he swung both his legs over the branch, propelling himself upward. He flipped and landed behind a stunned Wolf. He crossed his arms and gave a slightly cocky smile. "And that's how you do it."
"Whoa." Wolf looked from Fox to the branch, and back again. "Where'd you learn that?"
"Taught myself, I told you. I was thinking up new combat ideas, and came up with this. I spent about three days straight in the gym, working on how to perfect it. It usually works pretty well."
Wolf looked back at the branch. "I'm gonna try it."
"Careful, Wolf. Remember how I told you." Wolf pulled himself up, supporting himself with his arms. Recalling Fox's words, he spun himself around. He was surprised to see himself swing around. He let go with one arm, but lost his grip and crashed to the ground.
"Damn..." Wolf blinked a few times, and saw Fox standing above him.
"Want me to do it again?" The vulpine looked at him curiously.
"Uh...well...maybe that'd be a good idea." Wolf answered, sitting up. Fox shrugged, and repeated the process. He did it slower with less rotations, so Wolf could see. After seeing it again, a determined Wolf decided to have another go.
This continued until the last of the sky's light was beginning to fade. After Wolf had attempted 30 times – and Fox had demonstrated a total of 40 – Wolf, though rusty, was able to pull it off. Soon, Wolf had enough. Exhausted and proud of himself, he slid to the ground. Fox stayed standing, not really tired. The fox hardly ever got tired.
"That was good, Wolf. You're really catching on." He gave the lupine a small grin, which Wolf weakly returned.
"I hope so, Fox. Thank you."
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Well, not much accomplished there, but this will definitely pick up in a few chapters. Remember those two figures. AND we have StarWolf in the next chapter!!! Until then...later! R/R (again)!!!
