Disclaimer:
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Me no own so you no sue.
(I did not write this disclaimer myself, I read it on a Zelda fic but it summarizes everything. Whoever made up this disclaimer, please don't sue me!)
AN: Thanks for your review, thy_man! (Tell Teekoness I said hi!) : )
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Before he truly realized what he was doing, Del-Mon found himself releasing the edge of the catwalk he grasped with one hand and swinging to the other side just as the Shadowraith's blade hit the catwalk, sending a shower of sparks down towards the turbine shaft.
He clung to the other side now, looking around and trying to see where his lightsaber had landed.
The Shadowraith swung at his hands again, and Del-Mon moved to the side as much as he could. As his opponent began to attack again, he swung back to the other side of the catwalk, clinging to it desperately.
Out of the corner of his eye, as he released the catwalk with one hand and twisted around, grabbing the catwalk with both hands so his back was against it, he spotted it. His deactivated lightsaber lay on a catwalk about ten meters in front of him and at least three times that distance below him.
Behind him he could sense the Shadowraith's weapon falling towards him again. He swiftly swung to the other side of the catwalk. He was facing his lightsaber again.
Before his opponent had a chance to attack again, Del-Mon shot out a hand towards it. He used the Force to shove the Shadowraith aside; knocking it to the ground and making it slide several meters. He then kicked his legs back and then swung them forward as hard as he could, releasing the catwalk completely as he did.
He soared through the air, flying towards his lightsaber before the Shadowraith could recover.
Del-Mon could tell that he wouldn't land on the catwalk, but would just barely fall short of it.
Extending his arms as far as he could, he managed to grasp the edge of the catwalk with his fingers. He glanced over his shoulder and spotted the Shadowraith behind him, just a meter or two away from the catwalk. Its lightsaber was ignited, and it was just starting to swing it. If Del-Mon didn't move, it would take his head off.
Swiftly he released the edge with one hand and swung under the catwalk as fast as he could, arriving safely on the other side. He heard the Shadowraith's lightsaber clash with the edge of the catwalk as it landed on top of it.
Quickly looking around, Del-Mon spotted his lightsaber to one side. The Shadowraith knew it too, and was turning to grab it.
Instantly the Jedi shot out his hand towards it, gripping it with the Force and pulling it towards him just before the Shadowraith seized it. It landed in his hand so hard it stung.
Del-Mon's opponent turned towards him and swung hard, and he raised his lightsaber above his head, allowing the Shadowraith's to collide with it.
As it would up to strike again, Del-Mon quickly swung back to the other side of the catwalk again. He slashed at the Shadowraith's legs with his weapon as it turned around, and the blade met flesh.
While the Shadowraith's knees buckled and it hissed with pain, Del-Mon pulled himself up onto the catwalk.
He advanced on his opponent rapidly, slashing and swinging away.
The Shadowraith managed to put in a few sloppy and poorly coordinated attacks, but could not focus or fight with its wounds.
Before long, Del-Mon swung downwards, knocking the Shadowraith's weapon aside. Before it could move to block again, he had all ready run it through, stabbing his blade through its stomach just below its ribcage.
The Shadowraith fell silently to the ground as Del-Mon pulled his lightsaber free, deactivating it and returning it to his belt. The cold feeling around him lifted.
He let out his breath, unaware until then that he had been holding it, and leaned over, getting over his vigorous duel.
Suddenly a familiar voice in his mind brought him back to reality.
"Del-Mon! Del-Mon, help me!"
Looking around, Del-Mon began to observe the generator room. Two pipes that led from a water heater were leaking, one much less than the other. A metal covering that encased electrical wires was severed, and was resting within a turbine shaft.
"Help!" Aro-Ken shouted, aloud this time. "I'm slipping, I can't hold on much longer!"
"I'm coming, Aro-Ken!" Del-Mon sent him the message through the Force.
He spotted a catwalk not too far from the one he was on, and leaped to it, sailing across the gap easily. He landed and instantly unhooked his cable launcher from his belt.
Del-Mon took careful aim at the area of the ceiling directly above the turbine shaft Aro-Ken was in and fired. The end of the cable hit the ceiling, and he hit the button on the launcher to let out the entire length of cable, and then threw the launcher as hard as he could towards the turbine shaft.
There was a shout from within the shaft. A few seconds later the cable went taut. Del-Mon sighed in relief. He was about to find a way down to where Aro-Ken was, but froze suddenly. He felt the darkness around him, the cold feeling in the back of his mind, grew rapidly. He knew instantly it was the Shadowraith that Aro-Ken had been battling with.
He could sense it going for its lightsaber, and he spun around, igniting his lightsaber in the same swift movement. He swung, and knocked the Shadowraith's weapon aside a split second before it would have cut into his chest.
As they circled each other, the Shadowraith suddenly shot out its hand, knocking Del-Mon to the ground and making him slide backwards along the catwalk before he could do anything.
While the Jedi was getting to his feet, he saw the Shadowraith draw something from within the folds of its robe. It tossed the things towards the turbine shaft Aro-Ken was in. Del-Mon recognized them as minidetonators. Aro-Ken needed to get out of that shaft, and he needed to get out now.
As the Shadowraith released the minidetonators Del-Mon charged. Instantly they were locked in combat, going back and forth along the catwalk. Their blades were everywhere at once, moving so fast it was hard to tell who was blocking and who was attacking.
Del-Mon found he now had to duck and move to avoid various kicks and the occasional fist.
The lightsabers clashed, pressing together with an electric crackling sound. Both opponents held the position, trying to overpower each other.
There was suddenly a huge explosion from within the turbine shaft that made the whole room shake. A huge column of flames was spat from within the shaft. Almost immediately it hit a catwalk directly, rocking it violently as the fire melted the metal. Part of it melted clear through and was torn away from the main part.
As the explosion moved upwards, so did a single figure clinging desperately to a cable launcher…
Suddenly the Shadowraith released its lightsaber with one hand, which it quickly curled into a fist and swung at Del-Mon's head.
Del-Mon was jerked back to the battle as he ducked the blow, but noticed too late the kick that was coming at him. The Shadowraith's foot hit his chest and knocked him backwards, and over the edge of the catwalk.
In some random twist of fate, he landed on his side on another catwalk. He barely had time to roll aside as the Shadowraith jumped down after him, landing where his chest had been a moment before.
The Jedi instantly jumped to his feet and their lightsabers clashed once more.
As they battled along the catwalk, Del-Mon quickly jumped to avoid a kick aimed at his legs. He landed, and before his mind could even register where it was coming from, he felt stabbing pain and cried out.
His arm stiffened, and his lightsaber clattered to the catwalk as he released it. Del-Mon looked at his arm and saw that the black blade was within it, a few inches of it covered by the flesh of his limb. Blood began to soak through his tunic sleeve.
The Shadowraith pulled its blade free. It stared at Del-Mon with its burning red eyes, and he was transfixed by their cold gaze as he fell to his knees.
The glowing black blade was coming back at him, straight towards his throat, and he was completely powerless to stop it.
Suddenly, a voice cut into the sound of the thrum of the lightsaber from the side. "NOOO!"
A flash of blue light came hurtling towards them…
* * *
Okay, that wasn't my best chapter (or the longest one for that matter) but bear with me! THE FIC IS ALMOST FINISHED! I think the next chapter will be the next one!
Also, if you liked this fic, I'd recommend reading my other two (also about Aro and Del), The Lightsaber and The Disease. I haven't worked on them lately, but reviews motivate me! (Hint, hint!)
Thanks! :-)
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Me no own so you no sue.
(I did not write this disclaimer myself, I read it on a Zelda fic but it summarizes everything. Whoever made up this disclaimer, please don't sue me!)
AN: Thanks for your review, thy_man! (Tell Teekoness I said hi!) : )
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Before he truly realized what he was doing, Del-Mon found himself releasing the edge of the catwalk he grasped with one hand and swinging to the other side just as the Shadowraith's blade hit the catwalk, sending a shower of sparks down towards the turbine shaft.
He clung to the other side now, looking around and trying to see where his lightsaber had landed.
The Shadowraith swung at his hands again, and Del-Mon moved to the side as much as he could. As his opponent began to attack again, he swung back to the other side of the catwalk, clinging to it desperately.
Out of the corner of his eye, as he released the catwalk with one hand and twisted around, grabbing the catwalk with both hands so his back was against it, he spotted it. His deactivated lightsaber lay on a catwalk about ten meters in front of him and at least three times that distance below him.
Behind him he could sense the Shadowraith's weapon falling towards him again. He swiftly swung to the other side of the catwalk. He was facing his lightsaber again.
Before his opponent had a chance to attack again, Del-Mon shot out a hand towards it. He used the Force to shove the Shadowraith aside; knocking it to the ground and making it slide several meters. He then kicked his legs back and then swung them forward as hard as he could, releasing the catwalk completely as he did.
He soared through the air, flying towards his lightsaber before the Shadowraith could recover.
Del-Mon could tell that he wouldn't land on the catwalk, but would just barely fall short of it.
Extending his arms as far as he could, he managed to grasp the edge of the catwalk with his fingers. He glanced over his shoulder and spotted the Shadowraith behind him, just a meter or two away from the catwalk. Its lightsaber was ignited, and it was just starting to swing it. If Del-Mon didn't move, it would take his head off.
Swiftly he released the edge with one hand and swung under the catwalk as fast as he could, arriving safely on the other side. He heard the Shadowraith's lightsaber clash with the edge of the catwalk as it landed on top of it.
Quickly looking around, Del-Mon spotted his lightsaber to one side. The Shadowraith knew it too, and was turning to grab it.
Instantly the Jedi shot out his hand towards it, gripping it with the Force and pulling it towards him just before the Shadowraith seized it. It landed in his hand so hard it stung.
Del-Mon's opponent turned towards him and swung hard, and he raised his lightsaber above his head, allowing the Shadowraith's to collide with it.
As it would up to strike again, Del-Mon quickly swung back to the other side of the catwalk again. He slashed at the Shadowraith's legs with his weapon as it turned around, and the blade met flesh.
While the Shadowraith's knees buckled and it hissed with pain, Del-Mon pulled himself up onto the catwalk.
He advanced on his opponent rapidly, slashing and swinging away.
The Shadowraith managed to put in a few sloppy and poorly coordinated attacks, but could not focus or fight with its wounds.
Before long, Del-Mon swung downwards, knocking the Shadowraith's weapon aside. Before it could move to block again, he had all ready run it through, stabbing his blade through its stomach just below its ribcage.
The Shadowraith fell silently to the ground as Del-Mon pulled his lightsaber free, deactivating it and returning it to his belt. The cold feeling around him lifted.
He let out his breath, unaware until then that he had been holding it, and leaned over, getting over his vigorous duel.
Suddenly a familiar voice in his mind brought him back to reality.
"Del-Mon! Del-Mon, help me!"
Looking around, Del-Mon began to observe the generator room. Two pipes that led from a water heater were leaking, one much less than the other. A metal covering that encased electrical wires was severed, and was resting within a turbine shaft.
"Help!" Aro-Ken shouted, aloud this time. "I'm slipping, I can't hold on much longer!"
"I'm coming, Aro-Ken!" Del-Mon sent him the message through the Force.
He spotted a catwalk not too far from the one he was on, and leaped to it, sailing across the gap easily. He landed and instantly unhooked his cable launcher from his belt.
Del-Mon took careful aim at the area of the ceiling directly above the turbine shaft Aro-Ken was in and fired. The end of the cable hit the ceiling, and he hit the button on the launcher to let out the entire length of cable, and then threw the launcher as hard as he could towards the turbine shaft.
There was a shout from within the shaft. A few seconds later the cable went taut. Del-Mon sighed in relief. He was about to find a way down to where Aro-Ken was, but froze suddenly. He felt the darkness around him, the cold feeling in the back of his mind, grew rapidly. He knew instantly it was the Shadowraith that Aro-Ken had been battling with.
He could sense it going for its lightsaber, and he spun around, igniting his lightsaber in the same swift movement. He swung, and knocked the Shadowraith's weapon aside a split second before it would have cut into his chest.
As they circled each other, the Shadowraith suddenly shot out its hand, knocking Del-Mon to the ground and making him slide backwards along the catwalk before he could do anything.
While the Jedi was getting to his feet, he saw the Shadowraith draw something from within the folds of its robe. It tossed the things towards the turbine shaft Aro-Ken was in. Del-Mon recognized them as minidetonators. Aro-Ken needed to get out of that shaft, and he needed to get out now.
As the Shadowraith released the minidetonators Del-Mon charged. Instantly they were locked in combat, going back and forth along the catwalk. Their blades were everywhere at once, moving so fast it was hard to tell who was blocking and who was attacking.
Del-Mon found he now had to duck and move to avoid various kicks and the occasional fist.
The lightsabers clashed, pressing together with an electric crackling sound. Both opponents held the position, trying to overpower each other.
There was suddenly a huge explosion from within the turbine shaft that made the whole room shake. A huge column of flames was spat from within the shaft. Almost immediately it hit a catwalk directly, rocking it violently as the fire melted the metal. Part of it melted clear through and was torn away from the main part.
As the explosion moved upwards, so did a single figure clinging desperately to a cable launcher…
Suddenly the Shadowraith released its lightsaber with one hand, which it quickly curled into a fist and swung at Del-Mon's head.
Del-Mon was jerked back to the battle as he ducked the blow, but noticed too late the kick that was coming at him. The Shadowraith's foot hit his chest and knocked him backwards, and over the edge of the catwalk.
In some random twist of fate, he landed on his side on another catwalk. He barely had time to roll aside as the Shadowraith jumped down after him, landing where his chest had been a moment before.
The Jedi instantly jumped to his feet and their lightsabers clashed once more.
As they battled along the catwalk, Del-Mon quickly jumped to avoid a kick aimed at his legs. He landed, and before his mind could even register where it was coming from, he felt stabbing pain and cried out.
His arm stiffened, and his lightsaber clattered to the catwalk as he released it. Del-Mon looked at his arm and saw that the black blade was within it, a few inches of it covered by the flesh of his limb. Blood began to soak through his tunic sleeve.
The Shadowraith pulled its blade free. It stared at Del-Mon with its burning red eyes, and he was transfixed by their cold gaze as he fell to his knees.
The glowing black blade was coming back at him, straight towards his throat, and he was completely powerless to stop it.
Suddenly, a voice cut into the sound of the thrum of the lightsaber from the side. "NOOO!"
A flash of blue light came hurtling towards them…
* * *
Okay, that wasn't my best chapter (or the longest one for that matter) but bear with me! THE FIC IS ALMOST FINISHED! I think the next chapter will be the next one!
Also, if you liked this fic, I'd recommend reading my other two (also about Aro and Del), The Lightsaber and The Disease. I haven't worked on them lately, but reviews motivate me! (Hint, hint!)
Thanks! :-)