Omega
The
cool mid summer weather was enjoyable, but the stinging sun made it all less
endurable. The brightness of it was blinding and that could work in his
disadvantage.
Asgard knew this, but couldn't help squinting against the sun to make out the silhouette of the figure that stood a couple of hundred feet off. Asgard's black, long coat was toyed by the wind as if it were a cloak. He stood there in fighting stance; with his legs spread just a bit, every muscle inside his 6-foot long body was tensed.
His eyes were systematically scanning the odd surroundings, what a strange place this was. Completely deserted by any form of vegetation, the dry, sandy ground created small vortexes of dust. In contrast to this dead and desolate place, the birds flying high above shrieked to the two men on the ground below, as if to scare them and make them leave.
He had his hands wide open, ready to
grab what he needed to defeat this foe.
Asgard decided the silence should be broken and shouted to the silhouette: "So
we meet again old 'friend'". The silhouette answered with a strong and
raspy voice: "So we do, and this should be the final time. Let's end our
dispute right here and now".
The
voice was frightening enough to run cold shivers down Asgard's spine. Still
having trouble making out the form with the glaring sun in his eyes, Asgard
could feel the tension grow between them. The sky was completely blue overhead,
except for the glowing white orb that made Asgard squint even more. This was not
good, but Asgard knew he wouldn't have time to change the battlefield anymore.
The foe was right; this is it…
Asgard's
mind raced through a variety of options; from running away to using the dust on
the ground to blind his opponent. He found the answer in between; a sudden,
direct attack with everything he had. He concluded that he didn't have any
other option.
Suddenly,
Asgard grabbed something from under his coat. Slowly pulling it out, it created
a blinding light where the sword was emerging from behind the coat. When the sword was all the way out, it extended a good length, about
three quarters of Asgard's length. The wide blade was glowing with a bright
white light.
Liberty
was not an ordinary, breakable sword. With magical capabilities that were
absolutely stunning, wielding it like a normal sword was not enough. The
user's intentions needed to be righteous. Therefore a pure heart, mind and
soul were required. Otherwise the sword could not harm anything or anyone.
Just
standing there the foe didn't move, not even when he saw Liberty in the hands
of Asgard. Asgard started doubting himself, wondering if he was pure of heart,
mind and soul. He pushed the doubt aside, by telling himself he was pure, and
would emerge victorious because of it.
Having
made his decision, Asgard started running towards the figure, gripping his sword
firmly in both hands. He heaved it backwards so he could perform a slash that
would run from top to bottom and right to left. Getting closer to the figure, it
looked like he was growing in front of him.
Asgard
was not afraid of him, but he knew that he was dangerous. Wondering what for
tricks his foe would have up his sleeve this time, he jumped up to prepare for
his attack and to make sure to get maximum power for the slash.
Flying through the air, he started down with his sword; he couldn't stop it anymore. The sword went clean through the figure, like thin air. It hit the ground a few feet behind the figure, as Asgard landed neatly on his feet. Knowing he should have hit the figure, he wondered why he didn't feel any resistance when his blade hit. He was pure of heart and soul; that Asgard knew for sure! Quickly he spun around to see the figure still standing and hearing him laugh.
"You
should know better than this, you know you can't kill me with a simple stroke
like that…"
Horror
came across Asgard's face as he saw what the foe did at that moment….