Chapter 28
The two specially modified vehicles shot past the road block as the officers keeping it threw them salutes.
"Wraith, keep going on my flank, we're close, all we have to do is follow the sirens," Anton yelled as he swerved around the wreckage of a fire truck, "I've got a hotspot on my sensors, I'm going in, stay back and cover me!"
"Roger Blaze," Wraith said as both vehicles rolled to a stop.
The two agents nodded to one another as Anton activated his armor, the Phoenix power and the Unicorns flooding through him.
"I'll hopefully be strong enough to eliminate the threat without to much more damage," he said as he stepped forwards, the Phoenix at the ready.
He saw her the same second she saw him, both of them glared at the other, blades glistening in the fading light of the setting sun between the towers around them.
"It took you long enough, give me your blades and your end will be swift," Dominique laughed as she brandished her blade, "Otherwise I get to have some fun."
"Try me witch," Anton responded as he circled her, and she him.
It was a fearsome sight, and a beautiful one, beautiful as all dances are, but in a macabre sort for this was a dance of death between forces beyond most things ever seen on the planet. The two radiated power, three blades resonating with their inner fury as both of them drew closer.
"Lets have a go at this," Dominique laughed, her eyes showing no humanity, only insanity and a hint of blood lust.
"Shall we then," Anton retorted as he spun in, blade at the ready.
A roar of clashing blades and a shower of sparks flooded the square as they fought in desperation, forgetting most finesse they had forced upon themselves as they danced the power flooding their senses like wine.
Anton fought the beasts of the weapons for control as they dueled, Dominique and he. It was a flurry of rapid movement and flying sparks of all colors of the rainbow. Chaos was flooding around them as time seemed to slow.
"I won't lose," Anton growled as he finally cleared his head, "I will defeat you!"
"Never, the deep shall claim your soul!"
"Don't plan on it!"
Anton leaped upwards onto a landing on the Crew Tower as she followed. He would dance away as she would lunge to try to eliminate him. He was faster and he knew what he was doing.
He leaped to the rooftop, he had chosen it because it was the tallest building in town. His blade glowed now as the moon rose from the horizon through the cloud filled sky.
"Time to end this," Dominique snarled as they clashed again, blades meeting head on as she froze the rooftops and a flash of silver erupted from her fist.
"A knife." Anton gasped seconds before it hit him in the stomach.
"Right," the psychopath said as she kicked him hard in the knee as she pulled the blade from him and pushed him off the side.
Anton fell, cold filling him like liquid flame. He coughed as he saw the lights around him. He watched time slow around him. He saw his life before him as he saw through time. His gift was activating again.
* * * * *
"And you think that you can win?" a mysteriously familiar voice said from a throne, a cape draped over his shoulder, "You have already lost, you just don't know it yet."
"What have you done with her!" he screamed in response, "I know you have her!"
"Yes, your precious little elf!"
"Let her go, you can have the blades.for.for her!"
"A deal then!"
* * * * *
Suddenly he felt warm inside, stronger once more, as if a power had awakened within him. He felt the powers of the phoenix and the unicorn rise within him, willing him to live.
His armor began to glow as sparks cascaded around him into a fireball of incandescent light. A sound like the call of a bird and the snorting of a horse filled his ears as he felt the pain evaporate and time slow to a complete stop.
He felt heat and light within him like on a warm summers day, laying indoors in the light stretched out like a cat.
The powers grew within him.
* * * * *
"So we fight then?" he heard the voice say, a loud and shrill tone, "To the death, and the world is the winners."
"It is an acceptable offer," he responded, "Lets do this!"
* * * * *
The light was blinding him now as he felt the wind of the fall flow past him, he felt like he had earned just that brief respite.
The two specially modified vehicles shot past the road block as the officers keeping it threw them salutes.
"Wraith, keep going on my flank, we're close, all we have to do is follow the sirens," Anton yelled as he swerved around the wreckage of a fire truck, "I've got a hotspot on my sensors, I'm going in, stay back and cover me!"
"Roger Blaze," Wraith said as both vehicles rolled to a stop.
The two agents nodded to one another as Anton activated his armor, the Phoenix power and the Unicorns flooding through him.
"I'll hopefully be strong enough to eliminate the threat without to much more damage," he said as he stepped forwards, the Phoenix at the ready.
He saw her the same second she saw him, both of them glared at the other, blades glistening in the fading light of the setting sun between the towers around them.
"It took you long enough, give me your blades and your end will be swift," Dominique laughed as she brandished her blade, "Otherwise I get to have some fun."
"Try me witch," Anton responded as he circled her, and she him.
It was a fearsome sight, and a beautiful one, beautiful as all dances are, but in a macabre sort for this was a dance of death between forces beyond most things ever seen on the planet. The two radiated power, three blades resonating with their inner fury as both of them drew closer.
"Lets have a go at this," Dominique laughed, her eyes showing no humanity, only insanity and a hint of blood lust.
"Shall we then," Anton retorted as he spun in, blade at the ready.
A roar of clashing blades and a shower of sparks flooded the square as they fought in desperation, forgetting most finesse they had forced upon themselves as they danced the power flooding their senses like wine.
Anton fought the beasts of the weapons for control as they dueled, Dominique and he. It was a flurry of rapid movement and flying sparks of all colors of the rainbow. Chaos was flooding around them as time seemed to slow.
"I won't lose," Anton growled as he finally cleared his head, "I will defeat you!"
"Never, the deep shall claim your soul!"
"Don't plan on it!"
Anton leaped upwards onto a landing on the Crew Tower as she followed. He would dance away as she would lunge to try to eliminate him. He was faster and he knew what he was doing.
He leaped to the rooftop, he had chosen it because it was the tallest building in town. His blade glowed now as the moon rose from the horizon through the cloud filled sky.
"Time to end this," Dominique snarled as they clashed again, blades meeting head on as she froze the rooftops and a flash of silver erupted from her fist.
"A knife." Anton gasped seconds before it hit him in the stomach.
"Right," the psychopath said as she kicked him hard in the knee as she pulled the blade from him and pushed him off the side.
Anton fell, cold filling him like liquid flame. He coughed as he saw the lights around him. He watched time slow around him. He saw his life before him as he saw through time. His gift was activating again.
* * * * *
"And you think that you can win?" a mysteriously familiar voice said from a throne, a cape draped over his shoulder, "You have already lost, you just don't know it yet."
"What have you done with her!" he screamed in response, "I know you have her!"
"Yes, your precious little elf!"
"Let her go, you can have the blades.for.for her!"
"A deal then!"
* * * * *
Suddenly he felt warm inside, stronger once more, as if a power had awakened within him. He felt the powers of the phoenix and the unicorn rise within him, willing him to live.
His armor began to glow as sparks cascaded around him into a fireball of incandescent light. A sound like the call of a bird and the snorting of a horse filled his ears as he felt the pain evaporate and time slow to a complete stop.
He felt heat and light within him like on a warm summers day, laying indoors in the light stretched out like a cat.
The powers grew within him.
* * * * *
"So we fight then?" he heard the voice say, a loud and shrill tone, "To the death, and the world is the winners."
"It is an acceptable offer," he responded, "Lets do this!"
* * * * *
The light was blinding him now as he felt the wind of the fall flow past him, he felt like he had earned just that brief respite.