Lately I have been honored to recieve such great reviews for a nearly dead story. I have re-read my story (and noticed a lot of grammar mistakes - damn) and felt that I should give it one more chance. I'm afraid I might have lost the mood or spark that made Chase Young - Chase Young. This being associated with the long period of time from the making of the last chapter and the horrible Xialoin Showdown episodes they airred recently. So let me give this one more shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Chase, Wuya, or anything Xiaolin Showdown related. No rights - no stocks - no nothing - not even an action figure!
---(Chase's POV)---
Chapter 8: Coming to Grips
"What kept me going all these years, was that I would come to see this moment. The hour of my revenge, I have planned for this. May you feel the wrath of what you have known to be - your soul." The reflection me said as he stood next to the mirror that once was his cage.
"You like hearing yourself talk, don't you? Not that I can blame you - you have been in isolation for the past 1000-something years." I told him, I was sure of it.
"I'll just let my skill do the talking." I announced. It was time, we both felt it. We walked to the middle of the room, and bowed. I needed to get the first blow, so that I could follow-up and finsh him off. Unfortunately that never happened.
"Why harm your body when I can harm much more of you?" Reflection Chase said.
A ring of green flames surrounded the core of the room, bursting from those flames stood the lone Heylin Lotus flower.
"What lengths would you take to prevent me from snatching the final source of your passion... your motives... your will?" Reflection Chase said, now both of their eyes were locked in a grand furious match.
"All it would take." I said, it was the truth. The green flames arose again and as they died, two staves stood on the spot. Those staves seem to emit a sense of depth, an aura that made them look like exaclibur in a young warrior's eyes. And as if Chase and his Reflection were both being controlled by the same puppet master, they both walked forward toward the staves. Each of them placed their hand on one of the staves.
"Hannibal Roy Bean was just Death's bargainer, it only suits that I finish the deal"
Reflection Chase said and he pulled his stave to his body.
"Are you done already? Next I bet you'll be referring to the holy cosmos to be the source of my death?" I said, he struck a coil with me - for I shall never be bossed around by a pathetic being like Hannibal or Jack.
"Why don't you go back to your little safe mirror world so that we can skip this nonsense"
I attempted to give my Reflection some good advice.
"You have had an eternity to live life ats its fullest. Now it pains me to take my half of eternity." Reflection Chase said. And as if the atmosphere was working around Chase's emotions, the surrondings bursted with green flames, as Chase and his Reflection rose their stave to make the first blow.
Each clash seemed to shifted the world.
I have to give my Reflection some credit, when matching our skills and senses it seems we are about the same.
I dodged his blow just to watch his avoid mine.
I have not made any progress to change the battle in my favor, good news is that neither has he.
And it felt like the world skipped a beat.
I finally struck a blow to my Reflection just to watch him counter by successfully striking me. "Karma"... he remarked.
The battle-drums died, and one banner waved victorious.
