The adventures of Fang in the League of Legends.
Chapter 12: Hail the villain.
"Well shit…would you take a look at this." Said Drake. "Must be getting old."
Drakes left arm was completely useless now, all the nerves in it have been destroyed and he couldn't move it let alone fight with it.
"You seem to have weakened Drake. Last time we fought you put up more of a challenge." Said Garmaroth.
"Yeah well last time you didn't have such a trick up your sleeve."
"I came prepared for this fight unlike you. No matter how many men and women you have against me they'll all fall before me."
"I guess this arm's going to be useless now isn't it…and it'll certainly be a pain to carry around if it isn't doing anything…" In that instant Drake cut off his entire left arm.
"You'll die from blood loss you know."
"Meh…I did come partially prepared you could say." Drake took out a health potion and drank it. The wound that was caused by his quick removal of his arm closed in a matter of seconds.
"Still…if you can't beat me with two what makes you think you can beat me with one hand. I'll just repeat my attack and it's my victory."
"Yeah I'll give you credit, that trick was certainly impressive, taking in the energy I collected in my attack and sending it back at me…that certainly is an annoying trick but…"
"It won't be enough to bring you down huh…I've got time to kill…and I can see that my pet is having lots of fun against those pathetic warriors."
"Come on Fang…I need you to be ready soon…this guy is much stronger than before…I hope I can stall him for long enough."
Drake rushed towards Garmaroth again but this time he decided to use his dismembered arm as a decoy: "That's not going to work you know" said Garmaroth and instantly disintegrated it with his energy. Garmaroth quickly gathered energy in his palms to block Drake's strike and blocked the flurry of blows that followed. Drake quickly spun around trying to get a hit on the side when Garmaroth stepped in and thrush his palm right into Drake's chest. Drake instantly flew into the building across and coughed up blood. "Shit…I guess the blood loss dulled my movements…at this rate…" Drake didn't have time to finish his thought when he saw Garmaroth thrush two fingers towards his head. Reacting just in time Drake moved his head out of the way and jumped back to make distance between him and his opponent. Garmaroth spent no time in closing the distance. Now that he was on the offensive Drake could only defend…but the equal line between Garmaroth's offense and Drake's defense quickly faded when Drake felt two fingers scrape his cheek leaving a small cut along it. Realising that he wouldn't be able to keep up he attempted to roll away from the assault but Garmaroth was prepared for such an action. As soon as Drake began to bend into a roll Garmaroth sent a kick right towards his stomach. Again Drake flew into a nearby statue and fell face first onto the floor. Drake did his best to stand up but it was visible already that he couldn't hold on for much longer. Garmaroth sighed at this and said: "You disappoint me Drake…I was expecting more from you…you had time to grow but you only regressed into weakness." Drake who now fell back on the wall and sat down made a smile and laughed: "Regressed into weakness…that's what humans eventually do…but the reason they regress into weakness isn't entirely dependent on age…or health…or will…it's also dependent on trust. How much do you trust the person in front of you to carry on your baton pass? My answer is…" Garmaroth decided to finish Drake's lecture and prepared three fingers and thrust them towards his head. "My answer is…I trust them with my life." Drake smiled as he said this. Garmaroth quickly stopped and turned to the side and noticed too late how a large wave of energy hit him and sent him flying into the middle of the street. Fang ran towards Drake with a look of worry in his eyes.
"Oi dad…dad are you still with us?" Fang asked frantically. The usually calm and composed Fang was completely shocked by the state of his dad.
"Heh…been better…you're ready?" Asked Drake.
"Ahri said she felt how your life force was slowly eroding and we had to stop early…sorry."
"Damn…I'm saved by a pipsqueak who could barely hold a sword when he was seven…you've certainly impressed me…now your opponent is still here. I'll be fine. Go kick his ass back to hell eh Fang."
Fang took a large breath, smiled, took Drake's hand and said: "Damn fucking right I will dad."
"How touching…final last words between father and son…too bad I have to kill both of you here and now." Said Garmaroth who sustained no visible damage from Fang's attack.
"Damn…that's all it did huh…you're a tough bastard you do know that…" Said Fang with anger in his voice.
"An attack like that won't hurt me boy…now unless you want to end up like your father I suggest that you turn around and run…I'll give you a ten second headstart…not that it'll-" Garmaroth was cut off by Fang who instantly brought his blade down and made a clean cut in the stone pavement in from of him and right next to Garmaroth.
"So you know how to swing a metallic stick…congratulations…what now."
"Now…I dunno…we start dancing?"
"How long can you keep up the calm attitude?"
"Long enough to send your ass back into hell…now then…" Drake extended his right hand with his sword and made a bow. Lifting his head up he said: "Shall we dance?"
Garmaroth instantly rushed towards Fang and spent no time in bringing his hand down with the intent of cutting Fang in two. Fang easily dodged and began to counterattack when he noticed how Garmaroth lifted his right leg up with the intent to kick him in the neck. Bringing his sword to defend himself against this attack Fang was pushed back a fair distance. Maintaining his concentration he solidified his stance and waited for Garmaroth's move. Garmaroth disappeared from Fang's sight but his other senses told him where he is exactly and Fang collected energy for a Dark Requiem and sent a backwards slash behind him. What happened afterwards was slightly unexpected as Fang was forced to do a backflip using the tip of his blade as a support to avoid the great wave of energy that was returned.
"You're more agile that Drake is…thanks to that agility you avoided a fatal blow." Said Garmaroth.
"So you took my energy and returned it to me with increased power…aren't you an original villain. Should I hail this originality?" Asked Fang sarcastically.
"You're beginning to annoy me with your sharp tongue. Maybe I should cut it out first to make sure you don't kill me with your stupid remarks."
"Interlude over, let's continue the show."
This time Fang went on the offensive and began to exchange blows with Garmaroth. The exchange of blows lasted for quite a while…Kezia who was watching from behind one of the buildings guessed that it lasted around seven minutes. She was in awe at how Fang was fighting his opponent, a leader of a demon army. She began to wonder who was the demon…Fang or Garmaroth. Their aura's were so similar it was quite scary…Then the equilibrium broke. Fang stepped back with a small wound on his right shoulder.
Both of them were panting by now. This was a fight that would be decided by who makes the first mistake…and they both knew it. As they returned to exchanging blows the one who backed away this time was Garmaroth who gained a rather large cut on his chest.
"I'm impressed…you've managed to cut me…and bring my stamina near its limit. I have an offer for you." Said Garmaroth.
"Hmm?" Asked Fang.
"Why don't you join our army…you're stronger than everyone here…come with me and I'll show you a place where you can fight strong opponents for eternity."
Fang sighed: "To me I'm not the strongest here…if I went all out I'm certain there are plenty of people who could stop me…and it's not about the fight…it's about the things that you protect, if I go with you sure I can fight strong people forever but what's the point…I'm not fighting for a reason…just for violence and that is something that just doesn't sit well with me. So take that offer and shove it up your ass." Said Fang pointing his middle finger and sticking his tongue at Garmaroth.
"That's a shame…I really thought we could get along but…I can see that's not going to happen any time soon. So let's begin to wrap this up shall we."
"Is it the climax already? And here I was thinking I might be able to entertain the guests for a little longer."
Garamaroth suddenly stopped and began to become enveloped in a dark red aura: "As you understand I have places to go and stuff to do…so if you're not going to join me…I'll have to get rid of you."
Now standing in his demon form Garmaroth looked at Fang with his red eyes. Fang noticed a difference in his energy flow but could not determine Garmaroth's strength at that moment. He got his answer soon enough as he found himself flying sideways through the street. Before being able to comprehend what happened he was kicked upwards by Garmaroth. Unable to understand what is going on he noticed that now he was flying towards the ground. He then felt a hand grip his head and smash it right into the pavement with great force. Floating above him Garmaroth laughed: "So where is that sarcastic attitude Fang Reversi. What's the matter…can't speak? Too bad I was hoping you would give me a bit more fun than this but…I guess this is your limit. Now then…it's time to say goodbye to your father and whoever else you cared about as you're going to be killed now. I'm disappointed in you." Garmaroth raised a demonic sword which he held in his right arm and dove towards Fang who managed to roll himself over just in time to see the tip of the blade stop right before his eyes. Then he noticed blood on his face which was trickling from the edge of the blade and finally he noticed the thing that shocked him the most. The nine tails that fell softly onto his legs.