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Chapter 45: DarkPaladinmon Vs. Bahamut Part 2: All's End

DP took flight near-instantly after coming into the new battlefield, as they were now in the crater of a volcano, magma boiling below them. Beads of sweat rolled down his face. Bahamut hit the sides of the crater, making boulders fly out at DP. The Halfa pushed his hand out, and small energy blasts deflected them away. An orb of sorts came from the end of his scepter, aimed at the lava rocks at the lip of the volcano, exploding on contact to rain down on Bahamut.

Earth, stability and strength, the ability to remain level-headed and control oneself.

The field changed to a rainforest, only slightly less hot than the volcano. DP let loose a trio of fireballs. They collided with Bahamut's chest, and DP snapped his fingers. "Blizzaja." A torrent of ice crystals flew at Bahamut, knocking the wind out of the Black Guardian.

Fire, the energy which runs through all beings, good or evil, not destruction but life.

The face of a cliff, the wind blowing strong. Bahamut fired beams at DP, who barely blocked them with a spell. Bahamut cut his claws through the empty air fast enough to cut the air itself, wind blades flying at DP and knocking his scepter away from him.

Wind, the flow of energy throughout a body and throughout the worlds.

A rocky outcropping in the midst of a powerful ocean. DP crossed his arms, and a violet sphere formed around Bahamut, dragging him to the ground. "Tsunami Strike." He pulled his hands back slowly but strongly, dragging the waves back to wash over Bahamut. With a hand motion, the water froze with Bahamut trapped with it. The ice shattered apart.

Water, pure and constantly moving, the currents dragging it and whoever is in it wherever it wishes.

A wide open field filled with dead, brown grasses, the clouds above thundering. Bahamut went into the air, starting to glow with a blue aura. He opened his maw, and dark energy began to gather just in front of his face. A dark orb six feet in diameter blasted out at DP. While he avoided it, Bahamut batted smaller but faster orbs at him, knocking him across the ground.

Lightning, piercing and fast, cutting through everything, destroying without a thought.

An icy cavern, almost completely round. With an explosive spell, icicles rained down, but were caught by a second spell. With just a few movements, DP redirected them and let them fly at Bahamut, tearing larges holes in his wings. Bahamut let out a roar of pain.

Cold and unfriendly, ice and snow draws out loners and unleashes the worst.

DP groaned at the seventh battlefield, as the water of the swamp soaked him from the knees-down. "Water!" Instead of a wave hitting Bahamut, a spurt of mud flew up, covering his arm. "For the love of God, what is this place, mud-element?"

Insanity ("Oh."), unpredictable, uncatchable, unstoppable, and only occasionally funny.

Light rain fell from the clouds above the mountain, with DP and Bahamut on the summit. Bahamut hit the ground with his closed fist, and a wave of earth came at DP, knocking him back several feet. A bolt of lightning from the above clouds came down at him, and narrowly missed him from a well-timed roll, leaving a scorch mark on the dirt.

Storms, destruction and death, killing those who attempt to take control of it, instilling fear in all but the most stalwart.

DP didn't even wait for the field to completely change, before unleashing a grand fireball. It washed over Bahamut, and rays of light in the colors of the rainbow struck him in the chest, blasting away his scales and sending him to his knees.

The sky, that which colors and engulfs everything.

A dark plain, cracked and dry, with craters in the earth surrounding them. A symbol in translucent light appeared in front of Bahamut. It turned yellow, and bolts of violet lightning were released at DP. "Refleja!" A shield appeared around DP, reflecting away the lightning bolts. Bahamut charged for him, and swiped at him. Not only did the shield take all of the force out of it, but it exploded apart, the shards cutting into Bahamut's forearm.

Chaos, unpredictable and unstoppable, but focusing it may lead to a greater power.

A full moon hung overhead, lighting up the night. DP closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He held out one hand, and streams of energy arced out, forming into a dog-like shape. Controlling it by the threads of energy like a puppet master, the dog attacked Bahamut, clambering about the Black Guardian, scratching his torso and biting his arms. Bahamut swung his arm widely, hitting the dog and blasting it apart.

The Beast, the pure instinct and quest for survival which lies at the heart of all living things.

Old skeletons long-dead were crushed to dust by continuous spells in the catacombs. DP's scepter began to glow, and the same glow came around the chains scattered across the ground. They sprang to life, binding Bahamut's legs together. But as DP charged a powerful spell, Bahamut froze the chains, shattered them, and a gust of wind blew DP across the room, and slammed him into a cobblestone wall.

Darkness, the power to protect oneself and counterattack, fast and silent.

In a castle, Bahamut let loose a storm of beams from all angles at DP. The leader of the Author Fighters muttered a few words, and debris all across the throne room rose around him to take the hits. The pieces were blasted into dust from the beams, but protected him regardless.

Light, too many facets to count, healing the side of good, burning away flesh on the side of evil.

The fourteenth battlefield was a coliseum, plain and simple, the stands rising up, empty of people. Bahamut, growing very tired, didn't attack immediately, instead considering his position. He could attempt to outlast DP, but with his injuries, he doubted he could do so, even with how little magic DP had to have left.

Bahamut slammed his forelegs into the ground to keep himself stable. Magic gathered in front of him, swimming through his body, channeling every drop of power he had left in his system. The magic turned to flames of every color, orange dominant, but red, blue, and white there as well.

DP saw it, and dropped his scepter, holding out both hands. He could only hope that he had enough magic left for what he was hoping to do.

As Bahamut unleashed his ultimate attack, and a magical shield appeared in front of DarkPaladinmon, each said two words.

"MEGA FLARE!"

"DARK SHIELD!"

Flames pushed against the nearly-black shield, putting a steady drain on DP's magic reserves. It became a bear to just hold his arms up, but if he lost his focus, even for a moment, the Mega Flare would destroy him.

Humanity. The intelligence which separates us from the animals. The strength to keep moving forward even in the darkest times.

The platform in the midst of space once again, only one crystal, the pen, remaining. The Guardian of Fantasy collapsed onto his stomach. "Very good. Very good. You are indeed worthy."

DP took up his staff again. Later he'd need to take a very long nap, but Bahamut wasn't finished just yet. Violet energy began to swim through the orb in the end of it. "Dark..." The final crystal began to glow brightly. "...Magic..." On earth, the clouds started to lighten, the thunder stopping, the rain slowly become less strong. "...Attack!"

A burst of darkness flew from his scepter. It met Bahamut, and sliced straight through him like an arrow. As Bahamut's eyes closed, the final crystal shattered apart. DP let a smile of relief spread across his face.

Fantasy. Because everything that ever is, or was, began with a dream.


A/N: I still can't believe the Black Guardian fights are finally over. All this school year, that's been in my thoughts. "What should I do for the next battle, this? Or should I do this? No, that's stupid, this is what I should do." And they're over.

And now, only one battle left. Next time, see Phoenix of the Darkness (That's Me!) take on Omega, in one final clash!