Chapter 32
Anton felt the darkness overtake him as he fell, his power was growing stronger though, no matter how long or hard he fought it.
The flames took him and absorbed him as he stopped fighting the power.
Suddenly the fall stopped and he glanced around in amazement. He felt warming heat around him as he glanced behind him to see wings of pure flame erupting from his shoulders.
He glanced upwards and smiled, launching vertically like a ballistic missile and through the clouds as a blur of flame
Dominique glanced downwards to seethe death she had caused when flame shot past her with a sonic boom. It was an impossibility, but it was the one she had gone against, alive and kicking, seeming to have gotten even stronger..
Anton felt the clouds as he shot upwards, the flames of the wings dying down to crimson wings like a birds, a falcons or other stooping birds, a phoenix's wings. He smiled as he felt the creatures powers strengthening him as he surveyed the ground below him as the blade glowed ruby.
"I guess it is time to end this," he whispered to himself as he closed the wings.
The wind whipped against his skin as he plummeted, his armor flashing with the flames that faintly shielded him as he shot downwards through the clouds.
"So you didn't die," Dominique commented as she spun to face him, Longsword against Katana.
"A phoenix cannot truly die," he retorted, "Though an honor-less assassin can."
"Then defeat me," she snorted, "If you can!"
he smiled as he focused the light, the powers of the Unicorn, the emblem of purity.
He spun the blade, collecting energy to be released as he hovered safely out of reach of any attempt the terrorist could dish out.
"You.die.now!" he roared as he unleashed a stream of coherent light that tore through his foe and the gift shop on the roof as a flamethrower through gasoline.
He saw the blade she wielded fall and he dove into another stoop, grabbing it before it passed six stories and he opened his wings souring in the calm air as he headed back to base.
He loved the rush the wings were giving him, the power they provided. It was insanity to believe this without experiencing it, a surge of hope and life amidst the wreckage of the fight. Now within him, he held the powers of three of the blades. Phoenix, Unicorn, and now the Kraken answered to him and him alone.
He spotted a gathering of Company troopers watching him and he popped a smile as he dropped towards them, armored boots touching the asphalt of the highway.
"What the hell happened out there!" Wraith yelled at him as the wings burst into flames and smoldered down against him.
"The powers within the blades helped me, they kept me alive," Anton replied, "But I sensed something, we have to return home as soon as possible, the new blade is now mine."
Within a half hour they were in the air, the Phantom turning back towards Ireland.
Anton felt the darkness overtake him as he fell, his power was growing stronger though, no matter how long or hard he fought it.
The flames took him and absorbed him as he stopped fighting the power.
Suddenly the fall stopped and he glanced around in amazement. He felt warming heat around him as he glanced behind him to see wings of pure flame erupting from his shoulders.
He glanced upwards and smiled, launching vertically like a ballistic missile and through the clouds as a blur of flame
Dominique glanced downwards to seethe death she had caused when flame shot past her with a sonic boom. It was an impossibility, but it was the one she had gone against, alive and kicking, seeming to have gotten even stronger..
Anton felt the clouds as he shot upwards, the flames of the wings dying down to crimson wings like a birds, a falcons or other stooping birds, a phoenix's wings. He smiled as he felt the creatures powers strengthening him as he surveyed the ground below him as the blade glowed ruby.
"I guess it is time to end this," he whispered to himself as he closed the wings.
The wind whipped against his skin as he plummeted, his armor flashing with the flames that faintly shielded him as he shot downwards through the clouds.
"So you didn't die," Dominique commented as she spun to face him, Longsword against Katana.
"A phoenix cannot truly die," he retorted, "Though an honor-less assassin can."
"Then defeat me," she snorted, "If you can!"
he smiled as he focused the light, the powers of the Unicorn, the emblem of purity.
He spun the blade, collecting energy to be released as he hovered safely out of reach of any attempt the terrorist could dish out.
"You.die.now!" he roared as he unleashed a stream of coherent light that tore through his foe and the gift shop on the roof as a flamethrower through gasoline.
He saw the blade she wielded fall and he dove into another stoop, grabbing it before it passed six stories and he opened his wings souring in the calm air as he headed back to base.
He loved the rush the wings were giving him, the power they provided. It was insanity to believe this without experiencing it, a surge of hope and life amidst the wreckage of the fight. Now within him, he held the powers of three of the blades. Phoenix, Unicorn, and now the Kraken answered to him and him alone.
He spotted a gathering of Company troopers watching him and he popped a smile as he dropped towards them, armored boots touching the asphalt of the highway.
"What the hell happened out there!" Wraith yelled at him as the wings burst into flames and smoldered down against him.
"The powers within the blades helped me, they kept me alive," Anton replied, "But I sensed something, we have to return home as soon as possible, the new blade is now mine."
Within a half hour they were in the air, the Phantom turning back towards Ireland.