Chapter 35-(The Battle for Arcadia's Freedom)
A/N: Hey there guys! I hope that you enjoy the newest chap of the story. If u think this will be the least chap before our heroes take a break, well u can guess again. Enjoy!
Far up North, inside of the Castle of Barron, Arcadia which lied next to the Mountains, inside a room which was on the top floor that over-looked the city, Pobon, the Brother of Xervan was ready to fight against the Dracovians. Call him crazy for doing a 9 on 1, but he was willing to fight against all nine of them.
"Do you guys really think that having Nine people face against will make it any easier for you? It just makes it easier for me since it gives me something else to shoot at!" shouted Pobon as he raised his hands and began blasting the Dracovians like crazy. The ladies were able to find some cover, while the men were able to deflect the blasts.
"Let's leave the girls out of this one Pobon. Just us 5 guys. Should be easier for you to handle don't you think?" asked DK Mark.
"Are you trying to make sure that I don't kill them? Guess again idiot!" yelled Pobon as he summoned a sword and sent it flying right at Cynder. Luckily, she was able to dodge it without a scratch.
"How dare you attack my wife like that!" growled Spyro in anger.
"My bad." scoffed Pobon as he vanished and appeared behind Cynder.
"Is this better Spyro?" asked Pobon as he high-kicked Cynder on her neck. A bone-cracking noise was heard and Cynder fell down to the ground holding her neck in agonizing pain. Spyro looked at his wife, his eyes widened in worry and anger.
"Man, that was not cool. If you want a girl then you got to treat them with respect." said Lethak.
"HAHAHAA! Lethak, do you honestly expect me to do that? The only ones that I would treat with respect are women who are higher rank of me or are much more stronger then me. Now don't go saying that Godith and Hera are stronger then me...it may be true, but they are my enemies." smiled Pobon evilly as he summoned a couple of daggers out of nowhere and looked at Godith and Hera. In an instant, he threw the daggers right down at Godith and Hera. They were quick enough to dodge the daggers with only a few minor cuts. But then Pobon popped up from behind and he double elbowed them both, knocking them straight out.
"Hahahahaha!! Too easy." smirked Pobon as he looked at the guys.
"I take that to be the last of them yes?" asked Pobon. The guys however only had a smile on their face.
"What are you morons smiling about?" asked Pobon. He soon felt someone tap him on his shoulder and he turned around, only to see and feel a purple hand, punch him right in the face, knocking out two teeth and causing him to go flying to the wall.
"You forgot about me dumb shit." growled Galadrial in anger. Pobon was still lying on the rubble but he soon began to laugh.
"Ahahahahaha, HAHAHAHAHAA!! My word, did your father ever teach you about respect to men?" asked Pobon as he lifted his head and looked at Galadrial with a bloody look.
"I did...the women are the ones who control the men. If that man decides to disrespect the woman, she can just beat the living shit out of him." smiled Agorak.
"So Dad...can I take care of Pobon while you guys make sure that Mom and Aunt Hera and Cynder are okay?" asked Galadrial.
"Sure...kick his ass darling." replied her father with a smile. This smile however was a smile meaning that she can do whatever she wanted to do to Pobon. Galadrial looked back at her father and then at Pobon with a sinister smile. Pobon got back up and he cracked his neck, fixing it back into place.
"What are you smiling about woman?" asked Pobon as he spat out blood.
"Want to know why? You are about to be owned by a woman!" yelled Galadrial and she sudden;y changed into her Super Dragon Two Form. Her gold scales and Aura pulsing with power and beauty.
"Ready to dance?" asked Galadrial in a darker tone.
"I hope you know your steps!" yelled Pobon as he charged right at Galadrial with blazing speeds. The two met in a clash of fists as the two were moving like true fighters. Pobon was grunting in effort as he did all he could to hit Galadrial. However he had underestimated her. Galadrial was far more stronger then he had expected. Then, Galadrial grabbed hold of Pobon's hands and kneed Pobon right into the face.
"Oooo, that got to hurt." flinched DK Mark.
"I actually never seen her do that before...has she been practicing some moves without us even knowing so?" asked Spyro, being right next to his wife who had a broken neck.
"She is just like me. Pulling off stunts that no one had ever expected." smiled Agorak. Back in battle, Pobon staggered back as his head was in immense pain. Galadrial took the advantage to strike once more and she did a vicious upper-cut. Her strategy was to work on a single area that has been already damaged and keep hitting in the same spot till her opponent is dead. After the upper-cut, she did a reverse high-kick, causing Pobon to fly into the air and then come back crashing down. Pobon landed on some tables and Galadrial jumped to the air, preparing and tail-strike right into Pobon's chest.
As Galadrial came down for the attack, Pobon waited for the right moment to counter. Just as Galadrial would stab him, he lifted his legs, right into Galadrial's gut. Galadrial gasped in pain as Pobon kicked her off. She rolled on the floor, clutching her gut. Pobon saw this as an advantage and he dashed towards Galadrial once again. He yelled in effort as he delivered a powerful punch right to the lower-back of Galadrial. She screamed in pain and flipped onto her belly, her hand on the spot of where Pobon had hit her.
"Hmhmhmhmh, and you call yourself a Super Dragon. How pathetic." spoke Pobon coldly as he grabbed hold of Galadrial's tail and began to swing her around. Galadrial yelped as she was being thrown and then when she was released, all she saw was the painting of an Arcadian King and she went right through it and into the wall behind it. She growled in pain but she got back up from the rubble around her. She looked back at where Pobon just was and she only saw him pop up right in front of her and bashed her head. Galadrial roared in pain as she held her head and so did Pobon.
"HAHA! IDIOT!" yelled Reignor from the side.
"Oh shut up." muttered Pobon
"If you thought Dragon Skulls were weak, guess again. They are actually three times stronger then a normal human being head. I'm just amazed that your brain didn't turn to jelly when you hit me." spoke Galadrial. She only had a bump on her head while Pobon was bleeding from a small gash. Galadrial quick with her thinking, vanished and re-appeared on the side next to Pobon. She tail-whacked Pobon which launched him half-way through the room before she appeared once again and kicked him upwards, straight through the roof. She flew out from the hole and continued her assault on Pobon. She then elbowed him, bashed him up, blasted him with a few purple beams, and she then double-handed Pobon back down to the floor they were on. Before Pobon crashed onto the ground, Galadrial appeared once more and she did a hand-stand, straightening out her legs in time of impact. Pobon had no time to re-act as he landed chest-first, right onto Galadrial's strong legs. Pobon felt a few bones crack perhaps one of his lungs had collapsed. Galadrial only gave him a small lift before she quickly flipped and drove her feet onto Pobon's face, right into the ground.
"Hmph! Now that is what I call too easy." huffed Galadrial as she placed her hands on her hips and walked away. Pobon got his head out of the ground, which was now bleeding and blood stains were on his white hair.
"Where do you think you are going lizard?!" hollered Pobon in pain. Galadrial only stopped.
'I did not just hear him say that.' thought Galadrial.
"Hehehehe, that's right. Demon-whore." snickered Pobon. Galadrial only turned around and gave Pobon a killing look.
"Excuse me?" asked Galadrial with a snarl.
"If you are so fucking tough...then go ahead and come at me with all you got, you daughter of a whore." smiled Pobon evilly.
"You did not just call my mother a whore." growled Galadrial in anger.
"Oh yes I did. I will say it again. Wh-" WHACK! Galadrial was boiling with anger and punched Pobon right into the throat with all her might. The sound of his neck cracking and blood gushing out was all the group had seen as Pobon fell to the floor...dead.
"That takes care of that." spoke Galadrial as she cleaned off her hands and turned around to the group.
"And this guy was suppose to be a challenge?" asked Lethak. Galadrial walked up to her father, but he did not have a look of joy. Instead he had a look that meant that there was still trouble.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" asked Galadrial.
"Pobon is not dead Gally...he is still very much alive." spoke Agorak.
"WHAT?!! She put him out his misery with the deadliest punch to the throat that anyone would have ever seen. Mind not that what she did is a kill-shot." spoke Reignor.
"That may be true brother, but the one thing about the Fallen Ones is that if they die in their normal forms, they will come back in a few minutes, in their most powerful form of all." spoke Agorak.
"Fuck...so you mean that Pobon is just going to get back up, being more powerful then ever?" asked Lethak.
Before anyone could say another word, the guys were thrown to the side by some force and Galadrial only felt a powerful kick that nearly snapped her head off.
"Galadrial!" yelled out Agorak as he ran to his daughter just to be stopped by some barrier.
"Hmhmhmhm, sorry Agorak. I know how much you love to fight, but I have a way with my fighters. Who ever kills me in my normal form MUST face me in a one-on-one battle." spoke Pobon as he descended slowly to the ground.
The gang got a good look at the new Pobon and he sure as hell was putting out some serious power. The new Pobon was now a full Half-Dragon and his scales were black. His white hair ran down his spine and he still had his clothes on. His eyes being whitely evil and thirsty for blood.
"Since when did Full Half-Dragons wear clothing?" asked Spyro.
"Like they are going to fight butt naked Spyro...come on even a 4 year old can figure that one out." said Reignor. Out on the battleground, Galadrial slowly got back up. With a few pants for breath and gasps of pain, she got back up. Her head was tilted sideways, but with a quick snap she put it right back into place. She rotated her head around, every bone and joint cracking. (the group is like this. 0_o D8) When Galadrial finally finished she only sighed and looked at the new Pobon.
"Thanks...I actually needed that." smiled Galadrial wickedly. Pobon only huffed.
"Hmph...if you liked that, then you would surely like it when your head is clean off your body!" yelled Pobon as he took out his sword and charged straight at Galadrial. Pobon was now much more faster and stronger and Galadrial was now having a hard time dodging Pobon. How was she suppose to fight against him when he has a sword and she does not?
"Hey Agorak, can't you throw in your sword?" asked Lethak. Agorak only looked at his fellow Dragon-Lord friend and he reached over his back, withdrawing Ominous. Agorak looked at his weapon and he only lifted his eyes to the fight.
"I suppose you are right...only if I can get it through the barrier that Pobon has put up." replied Agorak as he split his sword apart and turned the other way around.
"Where you going?" asked Reignor. Agorak did not answer as he began to run down the large halls. Soon he was out of sight. Pobon knocked Galadrial down and he looked at the group.
"Where did that bastard go?" asked Pobon angerly.
"The same question that I would be asking." replied Spyro.
"Don't try and be a funny boy, dragon." growled Pobon as looked at Spyro and then turned back at the weakened Galadrial.
"I must say that you were a pretty powerful dragon, but you are not strong enough to beat me. Such a shame that your father left the side-lines. He must've been ashamed that you were losing."spoke Pobon coldly. Galadrial only growled in pain as she opened her eyes and looked at Pobon.
"You're wrong...my father would never leave me because I am losing a battle. If I was him, he'd be trying all he can to help out." spoke Galadrial as she spat out blood and looked at Pobon with a bloody look. Just then, the floor next to Galadrial cracked open and from below, one half of the Ominous arose. Galadrial only smiled as she quickly grabbed the sword and because of what has just happened, it threw Pobon off guard and Galadrial was able to slash him across the chest, leaving a deep gash. Pobon roared in pain as he took a few steps back and looked down at his wound. Red-Black blood trickled down his scales and he growled in anger.
"You'll pay for that!!" thundered Pobon as he charged at Galadrial once again. This time Galadrial was prepared and she was able to hold off against Pobon far more easier. Now the tables were turned around. Pobon was now the one who would be struggling to defend for himself. Galadrial was slashing and lashing like crazy. Thunderous strikes that had caused Pobon's blade to shatter and leaving his hands feeling sore and weak. Galadrial was about to deliver the final blow on Pobon. By lifting up the sword as high as possible and yelling with all her might, the tip of the blade just above Pobon, she brought it down. Pobon was just lucky enough to escape with a scratch across his back.
The sword stabbed the ground, shaking the entire floor as cracks stretched from one side of the barrier to the other. The floor beneath them soon gave way but they were lucky enough to get some flight. Galadrial panted for breath as she held onto her father's sword tightly and Pobon only struggled to breath. After all he was dodging like crazy. Agorak soon came up back with the others, covered in floor dust and small pieces of debris.
"Told you to not wait underneath the floor." joked Reignor.
"Screw you Reignor." replied Agorak as he whipped off the dust and debris. As for the match, the two fighters only looked at each other with tiring eyes.
"Not bad Galadrial. You aren't as easy to kill as I thought. The weapon that your father has given is surely amazing." spoke Pobon positively.
"Don't try conning your way out with nice words Pobon. You crossed that line when you started speaking trash about my mother!" shouted Galadrial angerly.
"Well I was going to ask you of perhaps joining along with Lady Kiara, the Daughter of Lucifer. She would've appreciated the help that she would get from you." spoke Pobon.
"Listen here retard, if you honestly think that I don't like you, what would make you fucking think that I would like to be with Kiara?! That bitch can just roll-over and die for all I care!" yelled Galadrial in anger.
"Fine then! You will die now!!" yelled Pobon in a dark tone as his Black-Red aura pulsed brightly and he launched at Galadrial. Galadrial blocked off the charge attack from Pobon with her arm and Pobon tried all he could to grab hold of the sword. The two were now struggling over a few hundred feet in the air. Galadrial clamped her jaws on Pobon's arm and he screamed in pain. Blood dripped down onto both of their scales an Pobon countered by biting fiercely on Galadrial's neck. Galadrial felt immense sharp pain go right through her neck and she let go out the sword and swatted Pobon away. Pobon only looked down and saw the sword go down to the ground and he went after it while Galadrial was holding her neck of where the teeth markings were. She looked down and decided to go after Pobon.
As the two were flying down, Pobon was able to grab hold of the sword, but there was a problem. He couldn't lift it up and stop him plus it from falling. Galadrial saw this and she smiled as she increased her speed and caught up with Pobon. Pobon looked behind and Galadrial gave all her might to knock Pobon faster to the ground. Pobon roared in pain as he went well over 160 mph towards the ground. He crashed hard and painfully down onto the rubble below, his back perhaps broken. He looked up and his eyes widened in shock as the sword that he was trying to get, went flying right at him and pierced him right through his heart. Pobon let out a screech of pain unlike anything else. Blood was gushing out like a leaked gas-tank and Galadrial was just a few dozen feet above him.
"H....He....Help me...please!" begged Pobon as he reached out towards Galadrial.
"Why should I help you? You nearly killed a Royal Family over control of the lands, almost killed a 5 year old boy and 20 year old girl. Wounded the Queen of Arcadia, and did God knows what to my land!" yelled Galadrial in anger.
"F....Forgive....Forgive me...please! I'm...I'm sorry." gasped Pobon on the brink of death.
"Forgive you?! Kiss my ass!" hollered Galadrial as she prepared her hands.
"No! Not the Kamehameha!" begged Pobon.
"Who said that I was going to do that one?" asked Galadrial. A bright purple energy source gathered up in Galadrial's hands and Pobon tried to remove the sword, but it was no use what so ever.
"This is the end for you Pobon! DARASTRIX NARHETHI!!!" (Dragon Revenge) yelled Galadrial as a large Purple and Gold beam fired down upon Pobon. Pobon only roared in pain as the attack shredded his scales and scorched his flesh. A tremendous explosion occurred and the guys who were watching from the top floor covered their eyes for a bright flash occurred. When all seemed back to normal, down below on ground floor, Pobon's body was still there and Galadrial had removed the sword.
"You.....you will....never....defeat....my brother....Xervan." muttered Pobon before he gave out his last breath and slowly began to fade. Galadrial was stunned at to what she was just seeing. Pobon was slowly fading, even the blood around him was fading. In less then 10 seconds, Pobon was removed from existence. Galadrial only gasped softly in shock, realizing of what she had just done. She powered down back to her normal self and she slowly flew back up. She met up with the guys who were congratulating her for her victory over Pobon.
"Hey niece, why the long face?" asked Spyro.
"Pobon....faded." whispered Galadrial. The guys were confused as hell.
"What do you mean faded?" asked DK Mark.
"When a Fallen One is about to die or in his final form, or is defeated, he or she has to pay the price. They will fade away from existence, never to appear in the Underworld nor the living world, or Hell or Heaven ever again. In simple terms, they are forgotten." said Agorak.
"Whoa....that is one way that I do not want to die. I rather die being known then forgotten and erased." spoke Lethak. Galadrial however had a sad face.
"If only I knew that kind of thing would happen, then perhaps I would've offered him a second chance." spoke Galadrial in sadness.
"Galadrial my anger one, do no worry. The Fallen Ones all had their chance when they had been set free. They had sealed their faiths the moment they had taken over Dracovia." spoke Agorak to his daughter.
"But what about the ones who were forced to join? Like the one named Auntyr? He seems so young." argued Galadrial.
"Those kind of people we will free, but the original ones are going bye-bye." stated Reignor as he went to his injured wife. Spyro did the same thing as well as Agorak. Their wifes would be okay, despite a few broken bones and a couple of sore spots. Lethak, Galadrial and DK Mark however went to the Royal Family of Arcadia and they fixed them up right away.
"Thank you so much, all of you for freeing our homeland." spoke Daimios.
"Aww it was nothing. It was our first stop anyways." smiled Agorak.
"Stay for the night, we shall hold a feast and honor you all for the effort and bravery." spoke Elizabeth with joy.
"That is a nice offer, but we really should be heading back to Drake's Castle, there might be an assault." spoke Galadrial.
"If that's the case, then go, we won't be stopping you." spoke Daimios.
"Well...that may be true...but I don't think one night would be that bad. After all, Drake's Castle is kinda far from Warfang. A two day journey if you got an entire army coming after ya." said Spyro.
"So you guys staying?" asked Alicia.
"Yes we will love." smiled Godith.
"Very well then! Let's get this mess cleaned up and get you guys a place to stay! Oh one question, did you guys ever free the other cities?" asked Daimios.
"We only freed Fedora, Martiveir, Hewa and Barron. Are we missing one?" asked Reignor.
"Well there is one more city left, but I had received word that it had not fallen under attack nor under any foreign control. Please! Come as we show you our fabulous suites!" pleaded Daimios as he escorted the entire group.
In a few short hours, the floor was all patched up thanks to Agorak and Reignor for their quick work. The people that were held in the prison cells deep in the basement were set free and returned back to their homes and cities. The Grand Dining Hall was already set up with food and decoration. It was pretty much a time of joy and happiness as people danced, shared laughter and moments. For example, King Daimios held a drinking game to see who would drink the most without falling over. The Four Kings of Dracovia joined in plus Reignor and surprisingly Galadrial. They were all in their dragon forms so that it would be fair for all. DK Mark was the first one to go after 3 barrels of ale. Then Spyro went down after 7. Lethak toppled off at 13. Reignor, Galadrial and Agorak were still going, drinking perhaps all the beer in the entire party. But it wasn't long till Reignor fell over at 40 kegs and Agorak soon stopped at around 60. To everyone's surprise, Galadrial was still going and going. The guys all looked at each like: 'WTF? Holy shit' The women were cheering for Galadrial to go for more and she did. Soon, every single available barrel of ale for the contest was drunk. Galadrial topped it all off with a staggering 234 barrels and when she got up, she was walking all fine and had no signs of effect at all.
"Galadrial...if you wake up dead tomorrow, I am not going after you." slurred Agorak before he collapsed unconscious. The group got a laughter from the event and soon it was time for everyone to go to sleep.
"Galadrial are you sure that you have not been drinking before?" asked Godith, dragging her K.O husband.
"This was actually my first time tasting alcohol. I do feel a little weird though." spoke Galadrial. Godith only sighed and smiled.
"Come with me young lady. You are going to be pissing all night long." spoke Godith.
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As the celebration was happening out in Arcadia, back at New Warfang and the Dark Palace, Xervan had felt his brother's presence fade away and so did the other Fallen Ones.
"Hey Xervan, what are we going to do now? We all know that Pobon, your brother was the second strongest before you." spoke Vice.
"That is correct, but I am not worried about my brother any more. He did what he had to do and he failed. My dear boy Xuryu is far more stronger then my brother...ain't that right Xuryu?" asked Xervan as he looked at Xuryu who was next to him. Xuryu now was a half-dragon, his muscles being more bulked and stronger, not to mention that his power was unlike the guys had ever felt. Xuryu's child-like face was now a cold-careless teenager, waiting to carry out an order from his master.
"Yes Master Xervan." spoke Xuryu coldly and slightly more evil like.
A/N: Arcadia may be free, but they still got to run back home and defend Drake's Castle from the forces of the West that will march soon. What lies ahead for everyone? Stay tuned for more R.O.D!