Assault of the Tradjen Council - Chapter 4
(Templar9000 vs. Griever)
Templar9000 and Griever stood only ten yards apart, waiting to begin combat. Both looked straight into the other's eyes, trying to read each other's thoughts.
Well, Templar. Shall we begin?
"Definitely!
Griever stretched himself out, not leaving a single muscle un-delt with. T9000, doing the same, made sure nothing could go wrong; cramps, etc. After finishing, both remained silent and still. Griever was the first to power up, bursting into flames of white energy. His power far exceeded those of his fallen comrades, and it would be much more of a challenge; a real fight! Templar9000, still holding a grim and serious expression, powered up. Once again, he found himself wrapped in his familiar, peculiar green flames of energy. He was a descendent of the Templar race, and thus his aura was greenish. Finally, they were ready to for battle.
You may have defeated those fools, he looked at the entrails of Erus Titus laying on the hard, gray tile ground, but I guarantee that I will not be so easily wasted. You will be the one on the ground, not I.
Not if I have anything to say about it! and with that, Templar9000 flew toward his opponent.
The battle started off light, most of it taking place on the ground. Griever and Templar9000 exchanged punches and kicks at amazing speeds, blocking and countering the other's attacks. Attacks flew so fast that any normal person wouldn't be able to follow them. It was all like a blur, fast, hard, and deadly. Each of them struggled to try and hit the other. Templar9000 would aim for Griever's face, would miss, and then would block the counter attack. While attempting to nail the other, they ended up moving about all over the complex, spanning from the courtyard, to the entrance hall, to the back garden area, to the edge of the tower, and many other places. Several minutes of fighting had gone by and neither one of them could land a hit on their opponent. Again, T9000 tried a roundhouse kick, but Griever dodged the blow and countered with an uppercut, only to be blocked again by his adversary. Finally, T9000 caught his enemy in the jaw with one straight-on punch. He watched as Griever stumbled backward a moment and then immediately countered with a sweeping kick to the shoulder. Both fell to the ground, temporarily out of breath from the long hand-to-hand struggle.
Well, Templar9000. I must admit that you are much better than I anticipated. But I'm afraid that it will do you no good, for I am now finished warming up!
Hehehe. Nice. But, that was only my warm up as well!
You know, Templar, there is something that I should probably inform you of.
Oh? What would that be?
I am not a clone. Templar9000 stared, shocked to discover that he was fighting the real Griever.
You're not serious. The real Griever wouldn't be doing the this!
I'd do anything for a price. It became clear to T9000 that the Griever of this dimension had been corrupted by the Tradjen Council.
How sad to see that one that was once so good and noble could become so corrupted.
Corrupted!? I have power, now, as well as riches, service, and more! I like working for the Tradjen's, for I get paid well.
Well, I can indeed see that I must defeat you, and restore honor to your name. He thought back to the Griever he originally knew, many dimensions ago. How such a thing had come to pass was beyond his belief, but what had to be done, had to be done.
Both powered up once again, ready to continue the struggle. Griever, wanting to have a little different style of battle, lunged upward and floated high in the air, daring his opponent to come. Templar9000 did the same, bringing himself level with his foe. At this point, the battle became almost surreal. In mid-air, they began again, attempting to try and pommel the other beat him to a pulp. The speed was ferocious; far quicker than before.
Hah! Hah!!! SWOOSH! FWISH! More kicks and more punches. Templar found himself aiming directly for his adversaries head, missing at each attempt, however. They were all over the place, and they were fighting at such a level where the trees of the courtyard and garden began to sway from the energy being used between them.
Darnit, I must hit you!
Like that's ever going to happen! replied Griever. You're nothing compared to me!
Griever attempted to use a self-devised combination attack, but it was blocked by the other warrior. He, not wanting to end up in a stalemate, began to retreat up higher into the air. To his delight, T9000 followed behind him, not wanting to let him get away. As quick as a flash, he spun around, and with two fists clenched tightly together, bashed his opponent with a hard, downward, club-like attack. Templar hurled toward the ground, taken by surprise from the trap, and smashed into some bushes, causing a great amount of destruction to the area. To Griever's surprise, T9000 leapt to his feet, powered up, and with frightful speed and power, flew up and caught him in the chin with a large uppercut. While Griever spun upward, out of controlled and in pain from the last attack, Templar shot up above him and smashed him downward, then flew under him and kneed him in the back with a sickening crunch. Griever fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
AAAHHH!!! DAMN YOU! ERRRRRRRR!!!! OWE!
What's the matter? Was that too much for you?
Griever, stiff and beat, pushed himself up with shaky arms, un-supporting arms. He knew he wasn't finished, but was beat down and bruised from that attack. Seeing the success of his previous surprise attack, he quickly raised his arm and emitted a small blast of energy. T9000 waved it off, sending it into space. Again, he fired another one, only to be blocked. Then again, and again, and again, until he was letting loose a full force of small energy blasts upon his opponent. Templar9000 stood firm, arms crossed in front of him, blocking the thunderous attack. Griever began to fire even harder, and now the air was filled with ruthless energy blasts. They pounded, one after another, causing Templar to have to work harder to deflect the shots.
Now, Templar9000, I win! You can't hold out much longer! Give up! Surrender, and then I won't have to embarrass you in front of all your friends! Oh, better yet! I'll take your entrails, tie string around them, and hang them on each continent to foul up the air of planet Earth! What do you say to that?!
T9000 founded himself working hard, and decided to ignore the comments. A false smile crossed over Griever's face, as he fired more rapidly.
I didn't hear your answer Templar! What do you say to my offer?!
cried Templar9000. I've heard enough out of you. SUPER PSIONIC SHOCKWAVE!!!!!!!!!!!
The beam easily overpower the storm of blasts and pounded into the attacker, sending him to the ground, sizzling. He burned all over, was badly injured, and his power was decreasing; weakness began to come over him. Griever, almost unable, pushed himself up, spat the blood from his mouth and lips onto the ground, and powered up once more.
EHHRR! Darn! Griever thrust off into the air and flew over the side of the cliff. Templar9000 powered up and began to fly after him. The battle would be taken to the planet surface, providing a much more satisfactory battle ground. The fight would get harder.
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Meanwhile, back aboard the large enemy starship, the Tradjen Council met once more to decide what to do about the situation on the planet below. Darkness filled the room, with faint glows of each members eyes, and of the light from the entry ways. Their cold, mechanical, echoing, resonant voices pierced the quite nature of the council hall.
As we have observed, the situation has clearly changed. Our clone warriors were defeated! The target and our agent are in combat at this moment.
How should we handle this?
There is a task force ready for deployment. That could be of use.
Indeed! An excellent idea. The task force will be utilized. How long until they are ready to see action?
21 minutes, 47 seconds.
Superlative! Our agent should be able to hold the target until the task force is ready. Suddenly, another voice came from out of the darkness, this time a voice of calmness, coolness, and cunning.
That idea will fail! Save your task force for something they can handle.
How dare you question us?! It is our will that-
If you send that force to try and eliminate Templar9000, they will surely be destroyed. You saw what he did to your new clone warriors. Why send out a larger force of weaker, less experience troops to fight someone of that caliber?
You will never question us again! We hired you and-
-and I can leave just as easily.
......alright. Name your suggestion! Quickly!
I propose this simple plan, here to the Tradjen Council. First of all, I am the only one on board this ship on that planet who can stand up against Templar9000. If we can come to an agreement, such as a trade for money or weapons, I will personally dispose of this scum!
How do we know we can trust you with this mission?
The stranger laughed to himself, I was designed, as a bio-lifeform, specifically by my master to destroy Templar9000. I think I can handle this, and that you can trust that I'll stick to it. Silence filled the room before an answer was given.
Affirmative! You will proceed to destroy the target! Please step forward and sign the agreement. Your name?
Out of the darkness, a warrior, about 5'11 tall, with short brown hair, and dressed in a warriors uniform, stepped out to work with the council. My name...is Khalai9000...
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The battle between Griever and Templar9000 had escalated, Griever, now very angry, was going all out. Every few seconds, he would launch a series of blasts, causing his foe to make an effort to dodge them. They flew through the air, next to the tower at about cloud level, far below the top, launching combinations of punches, kicks, knees, uppercuts, club attacks, and blasts at each other. The fighting never paused, as time after another, Griever attempted to land as many blows as he could to T9000, who in turn tried to do the same. They ended by hitting each other at the same time; Griever kicking his adversary in the face, while Templar sent a fist into the face of Griever. Both, recovering from the sudden blows, breaked for a moment. Griever noticed that his opponent wasn't really hurt in any way, only beaten and bruised in a couple spots. He, on the other hands, had received a bloody face, bruises, broken ribs, and a cracked arm.
Shoot!, I need to try something else! Something came to his mind.BLADES OF FURY!!!!!!
Out of Griever's hands shot a energy blades, bluish in color, slicing their way toward his foe. Templar9000 countered the attack with PSCIONIC SHOCKWAVE!!!!!!!! The beam engulfed the oncoming slicers, putting them out and rendering them useless. It continued on and plowed straight into Griever, causing him to flail downwards.
Before letting his opponent fall too far, T9000 shot below him and kneed him upward, this time breaking his back, then flew above him, and with both and clenched together, bashed him downward again. It was clear now that Templar9000 had won the battle, as Griever plummeted downward into oblivion.
I have to finish this completely. Sorry, Griever. It's the only way to be sure. He raised a hand, formed a large yellow sphere of energy in his hand, and shot it at his defeated opponent. It impacted quickly, causing the falling warrior to burst into a mess of pieces, only to fall in hundreds of places on the planet below.
Although he had one the battle against his corrupted comrade, he knew that the task was not yet completed. Whatever sent those five evil warriors must still be lurking out there. Giving the falling pieces of his ex-foe one last look, he powered down and flew back up to the peak of the tower, where he would have to recuperate and deal with the next threat...
