Chapter 27…Finishing Attack
Aezon struggled. No, that was not exactly true. He was attempting to die faster. Facing such an attack head on was fatal, and that is precisely what he had done. Already he could feel his power draining, his hands burning up from the force.
It was just about when he thought that he was at last going to die when a peculiar thing happened. His body began to feel…better. No, that wasn't it. No, he felt…more powerful. But…how? He looked to his hands, and there before him were long, red fingernails, digging into the energy.
Remus noticed the changes with dismay. His friend had begun to look more and more demonic. The blonde hair became streaked red, as if blood were dripping from his head. What was most frightening, however, was his eyes. They seemed so…evil. They, too, had turned into that befowl, demonic color.
The attack, more like a bomb awaiting explosion, trudged along until both it and the mercenary were upon the beaten ground. It was there that both fought, each nullifying the other. Slowly, Aezon fought back with more and more ferocity that Remus knew all too well. He was, indeed, no longer completely human.
After a good minute, Aezon actually began to return the bomb. With a final surge of power, he threw it out into the darkened sky.
And then there was Drakkon.
He pummeled Aezon with a single punch, sending him to the ground, flattened. He trembled from the shock of power and exhaustion, but he forced himself up. Blood tickled from his bruisesd face, but it didn't matter. The mercenary was smiling.
"Now, Drakkon, I want you to know my name. I am known as Triad, sole mercenary fore the Supreme Kai himself. Now, I believe, it is my turn to give you some punishment."
-You imbecile, do you actually think that you could possibly find me in this darkness?-
"Actually," Aezon said while kicking the evading demon into the ground. "I can."
Drakkon, startled, laid there before Aezon in slight puzzlement. Something, he concurred, was different than before. Indeed, his opponent was not the same as before. His appearance, most noticeably, had changed, as did his attitude. –My my, how circumstances do change,- he began. –But it is still futile to fight against me. You may have increased strength, but you shall never prevail against me. The gods themselves say no mortal shall ever defeat me.-
"Well, perhaps I shall tell you that I'm not exactly human, huh?" Drakkon actually smiled at this moment, but because of the absence of light, Aezon could not see him do it.
-Then let us fight as brothers!- In an instant the demon was strangling the latter on the ground. Aezon, taken aback, quickly knocked his opponent's feet out from under him. Both fighters rolled to their feet, engaging ruthlessly, almost carelessly, against each other. Their fight was aggressive, causing many hits on either side. Both refused to fight defensively, trying to gain the upper hand.
Remus watched with a sense of defeat as both demon and friend fought with speed he could not follow. To him, their mere attacks caused percussions that almost made him faint. Indeed, in another few minutes, he would.
The volley of punches, kicks, and various combos soon ended with both set apart, Aezon panting with his hands on his knees. His breath was a mere gasp. Drakkon, on the other hand, was as calm as when he arrived.
-What is wrong, my dear mercenary?- he taunted. –Out of breath?- Aezon gave him a look of pure hatred before finally standing upright. He was utterly exhausted, his body demanding rest. But he pushed himself onwards. He had too, or else die.
"What is it that you want, Drakkon?" he sputtered. "Why do you fight me?"
-On the contrary, Triad, why is it that you fight me?-
"It is my order. I must follow I t or…"
-Or what, mercenary? Why are you so determined to defeat me?-
"I must to fulfill my father's wishes. To continue my legacy. My race's legacy."
-Surely you must realize that after centuries of fighting in the galaxy that I know what you are. You are not entirely human nor demon. Instead, I see traces of Shakoru blood within you. I personally knew those that killed your kind.- Aezon's jaw tightened.
"Liar…" he muttered.
-No, weakling. I fight you to destroy any threat to my existence. It is why I am feared, and hence I shall rule rightly over this universe. I will prove that none are more powerful than me. Your kind…it is a shame. I almost came to enjoy them. Too bad they, like you, were pathetic fighters.-
Infuriated, he lunged forward to strike Drakkon down for the insult. However, it was to no avail. Aezon was too tired to even force a decent punch as he fell to the ground. He shook with frustration.
-As I said, pathetic.-
Remus, on the verge of tears, fell back in defeat. There was no chance of victory now. All the had achieved in such a short time, it was for nothing. It dawned upon him that they had only really defeated one demon. Ramuh was still out there. How could I be such a fool? It was the end now. He could sense Drakkon on the edge of his vision, preparing the final attack.
-I am pleased that you have made it this far, Tirad. I did not suspect such a worthy fight on this day. However, your bloodline ends here. Now, there is no escape.- Aezon, with tears of pain, forced himself to his knees. There was only one thing left to do. And if he didn't do it perfectly, they would all be dead. Not like they wouldn't be dead anyways, but at least they might destroy Drakkon.
-I call this Dark Destruction. It latches itself to a living force's core. When it does, the two slowly merge. I have found that mortals find this extremely painful. Once the merge is complete, it merely explodes from the inside out.- Aezon glared at him, hatred and anguish causing mixed emotions. But now, there was only one option. It was a move he remembered learning in complete secrecy, from an old sensui that said only those with complete control should attempt, and only those who wish to die should perform.
He remembered how the teacher had described it to him. Fission, the ultimate counterattack. It has the ability to destroy whole galaxies with the least amount of power imaginable. But beware, for the true science is in splitting the substance that creates life itself. Life itself, physically, was made of atoms. To split atoms was very explosive. To split the ki, that would mean endangering his own to defeat any attack. On the plus side, with the right training, an average human could learn the technique, just on a much smaller scale.
As the Dark Destruction, as Drakkon called it, made it way, the mercenary prepared himself. It was all or nothing. He stretched his arms out, gathering what little he had left. Drakkon gathered his attack in its immensity while Aezon strained his concentration. Within seconds, the Dark Destruction made its way towards him with an exponential gain in speed. The attack was coming faster and faster. It would be upon him so soon…
Now! I must do it now!
He thrust his hands forward, throwing a whisper of ki from his palms. However, as little as it was, the energy began to split. And split. And then split again. Soon there wasn't any more ki to dissect until the attack collided with his own.
Triad's eyes, clenched with concentration, finally opened in the face of the end. "Fission wave," he murmured as the two merged. Dark Destruction slowed until it stopped inches from his hands. The ki was still splitting, including the very matter in the air, causing various reactions.
Drakkon's final attack began to react badly to the fission, becoming deformed and disfigured until it became completely apart. Particles of light seemed to shoot from Aezon's very hands, making their way to the dark shadow of the demon. Aezon remembered the last words tht ran through his mind.
Go to hell, bastard!
AN- yes, not too great of a fight, but what did you expect out of him? Anyways, the ultimate attack is revealed. Only one more to go!
