It's confusing (except to me because I wrote it and know where I'm going with this), I know, but all will be explained soon...
This is going to be a pretty short fight scene, I bet...
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Chapter 39: Who? What? Where?
"Now," Billy said, drawing out the Dragon Breath, "I failed to kill you once, but I won't fail twice."
"What?" Brian said, confused, "why are you fighting me? And you didn't try to kill me!!!"
"I'm fighting because I was hired to kill you, but I wanted a challenge, so once I let you beat me in the desert, I trained you a little."
"Let me beat you? But," Brian stuttered, "the Battle Rage..."
"Was all a big fake," Billy interrupted, changing his eyes to red and back to green again, "a little trick I picked up. Now FIGHT!!!"
He rushed at Brian, who blocked the downward slash. Brian rushed around Billy and backed off, bringing them into the center of the room. Over Billy's shoulder he could see Wilder and Ashley fighting Leo, but she was fending them off with her claws.
'I'd better try to play offensive this time,' Brian thought, and rushed at Billy jabbing forwards, but Billy leaped back. Brian started slashing and thrusting, but Billy kept blocking and dodging. Then they clashed blades. Brian could feel his legs starting to buckle. Billy was putting all his strength into it, and smiling evilly.
He pushed Brian backwards and punched him in the face hard, sending Brian onto the floor.
Brian opened his eyes and saw Billy above him, holding his blade to Brian's throat. "Congratulations," Billy announced, "you're dead."
Brian closed his eyes. He knew what was coming next. He kept them closed for about a minute, blades clashing with claws in the distance, but death didn't come. He heard a loud clang.
He opened his eyes. Billy was standing there, looking sad. I can't do it, dammit!!! I can't take a good life!!!"
"What?" Leo said, spinning her head towards Billy.
In the moment Leo had put off her guard, the thrust she was about to dodge from Ashley's blade went directly into her chest (ouch). The moment she was stabbed, the form of Leo disappeared and was replaced with the form of Blake. Angel's voice once again was remembered in his head, 'Blake, Black's brother, with the power of illusions.'
"BLAKE!!!" Billy shouted. Then he went stiff. He started to twitch, then he fell over. Out of Billy's form on the ground, Black arose (Author's Note: If you don't get that, it will be explained later), then he ran up the steps to the next floor. Brian started to chase after him, but a voice drew him back. Billy's voice, saying, "wait... please wait..."
He stopped and turned around, and Wilder and Ashley all walked towards him. Brian started to help him up, but Billy struggled out of his grasp. "Wait," Billy groaned, "it's going to happen soon..."
Before Brian could ask what Billy was talking about, he saw. Out of Billy's back were growing large wings, and his legs were growing, to the size of the Half-Dragon legs (compared to his body, not the Half-Dragon's). Billy looked like he was in extreme pain.
His eyes changed back to dragon eyes. His legs stopped growing, and his feet changed into the Half-Dragon talons, and Brian could see a tail sprouting, too. Then, on his arms, golden scales sprouted and covered both the arms and the hands.
Finally, he stopped changing. He looked extremely odd, the mix of human and Half-Dragon.
Billy finally started talking again. "Oh, man," he said, "that wasn't as bad as the first time..."
"How long?" Wilder asked knowingly.
"Since about a day before I met Omega," Billy said.
"What are you talking about?" Ashley asked, beating Brian to saying that.
"I'll explain," Wilder said to Billy, then turned to them, "I've heard of a Jeweled One who can possess others, but I never learned his name. Guess it's him."
"You think?" Billy said sarcastically, the odd spectacle he was scrambling to its feet.
"So are you friend or enemy?" Brian asked.
"Friend, and I don't understand what's going on very well," Billy said, "I get the clones, but I don't get why they really want him dead, because Black was right, that Lance guy must've been lying."
Brian still couldn't get over how odd Billy looked, "Um," he said, "why do you look like that?"
"Okay," said Billy, "to tell you that, I need to tell you my true story, Black changed it a little. First, my mother died when I was a Wyrmling, and I was a mistake, as my father never failed to mention whenever I did something poorly or wrong. Second, there was no Evil Dragon King, unless you count my father. A dragon reaches self consciousness at anywhere between age six and fifteen, I was fifteen. There was no war, I ran away a week ago, as soon as I finished my warrior training, because my father convinced my older brother, who, as he never failed to mention, wasn't a mistake, to kill me, and I found out, luckily. I met him outside the castle gates while I was leaving, he always faster than me. I defeated him in Half-Dragon form and let him live, and once I turned my back he cursed me to human form, but he was so severely beaten he passed out and didn't complete the curse, and this is what you see. Half-Dragon and Human meshed together. Black wasn't cursed, so he must've been a temporary antibody or something. Those weren't my weapons I had while possessed, they were his. These two are my only weapons," he said, picking up the Dragon Breath, putting it in the holder on his back and motioning towards the shotgun. "Oh, I'm also not a merc, and those mercs weren't my friends, Black and Blake put them up to it. And there's no such thing as the Middle-Verse, it was all an act, I guess. Maybe they wanted to scare you by making you think they couldn't die. I can, it's just harder than normal to kill me. And that wasn't even my house. I don't have one yet, I've only been out of the castle for a week. "
"Whoa," said Brian, taking it all in, "wait a second, how'd you get self-consciousness at fifteen? You only look fifteen."
"Dragons age and mature MUCH, MUCH slower than humans. At least a millennium and at most, three."
"So how old are you?"
"Fifty."
"Are you as good a sword fighter as Black made you look?"
"Not really. Almost, though. I prefer using my fists."
"Why?" Brian asked.
"Look," he said, holding out his golden arms. "Dragon hide," Billy explained, "it's as hard as the blade. The only part of my body that made a complete change was my back, well, mostly." He flapped his large wings. "I can change into my Dragon form, too, but only for a few minutes. Now, let's get out of here. I want to help you."
"But," said Brian, "the guy, the job..."
"I don't want to go up there until I know exactly who or what's up there," said Billy, narrowing his eyes. "I'll let you go if you want to get killed, though."
They all agreed Billy had a point and followed him out of the tower.
On the upper floor...
"You killed them, Black?"
Black had his arms crossed. "Yes, and I'm not happy about it. Pay up."
"Here you go." Black caught a large bag of gold coins tossed to him, and then another.
"Those were going to be for your brother, but now that he's gone, they're for you."
"Money can't replace him," Black said angrily.
Black walked down the stairs, wondering how anyone could be so heartless and already planning what to do next.
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Okay, where are Billy and the others going? What is Black going to do now? Who is the heartless man? See ya next time.
Oh, and I'll soon start writing other fanfics I can think of, now that my true form's been revealed, finally.
This is going to be a pretty short fight scene, I bet...
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Chapter 39: Who? What? Where?
"Now," Billy said, drawing out the Dragon Breath, "I failed to kill you once, but I won't fail twice."
"What?" Brian said, confused, "why are you fighting me? And you didn't try to kill me!!!"
"I'm fighting because I was hired to kill you, but I wanted a challenge, so once I let you beat me in the desert, I trained you a little."
"Let me beat you? But," Brian stuttered, "the Battle Rage..."
"Was all a big fake," Billy interrupted, changing his eyes to red and back to green again, "a little trick I picked up. Now FIGHT!!!"
He rushed at Brian, who blocked the downward slash. Brian rushed around Billy and backed off, bringing them into the center of the room. Over Billy's shoulder he could see Wilder and Ashley fighting Leo, but she was fending them off with her claws.
'I'd better try to play offensive this time,' Brian thought, and rushed at Billy jabbing forwards, but Billy leaped back. Brian started slashing and thrusting, but Billy kept blocking and dodging. Then they clashed blades. Brian could feel his legs starting to buckle. Billy was putting all his strength into it, and smiling evilly.
He pushed Brian backwards and punched him in the face hard, sending Brian onto the floor.
Brian opened his eyes and saw Billy above him, holding his blade to Brian's throat. "Congratulations," Billy announced, "you're dead."
Brian closed his eyes. He knew what was coming next. He kept them closed for about a minute, blades clashing with claws in the distance, but death didn't come. He heard a loud clang.
He opened his eyes. Billy was standing there, looking sad. I can't do it, dammit!!! I can't take a good life!!!"
"What?" Leo said, spinning her head towards Billy.
In the moment Leo had put off her guard, the thrust she was about to dodge from Ashley's blade went directly into her chest (ouch). The moment she was stabbed, the form of Leo disappeared and was replaced with the form of Blake. Angel's voice once again was remembered in his head, 'Blake, Black's brother, with the power of illusions.'
"BLAKE!!!" Billy shouted. Then he went stiff. He started to twitch, then he fell over. Out of Billy's form on the ground, Black arose (Author's Note: If you don't get that, it will be explained later), then he ran up the steps to the next floor. Brian started to chase after him, but a voice drew him back. Billy's voice, saying, "wait... please wait..."
He stopped and turned around, and Wilder and Ashley all walked towards him. Brian started to help him up, but Billy struggled out of his grasp. "Wait," Billy groaned, "it's going to happen soon..."
Before Brian could ask what Billy was talking about, he saw. Out of Billy's back were growing large wings, and his legs were growing, to the size of the Half-Dragon legs (compared to his body, not the Half-Dragon's). Billy looked like he was in extreme pain.
His eyes changed back to dragon eyes. His legs stopped growing, and his feet changed into the Half-Dragon talons, and Brian could see a tail sprouting, too. Then, on his arms, golden scales sprouted and covered both the arms and the hands.
Finally, he stopped changing. He looked extremely odd, the mix of human and Half-Dragon.
Billy finally started talking again. "Oh, man," he said, "that wasn't as bad as the first time..."
"How long?" Wilder asked knowingly.
"Since about a day before I met Omega," Billy said.
"What are you talking about?" Ashley asked, beating Brian to saying that.
"I'll explain," Wilder said to Billy, then turned to them, "I've heard of a Jeweled One who can possess others, but I never learned his name. Guess it's him."
"You think?" Billy said sarcastically, the odd spectacle he was scrambling to its feet.
"So are you friend or enemy?" Brian asked.
"Friend, and I don't understand what's going on very well," Billy said, "I get the clones, but I don't get why they really want him dead, because Black was right, that Lance guy must've been lying."
Brian still couldn't get over how odd Billy looked, "Um," he said, "why do you look like that?"
"Okay," said Billy, "to tell you that, I need to tell you my true story, Black changed it a little. First, my mother died when I was a Wyrmling, and I was a mistake, as my father never failed to mention whenever I did something poorly or wrong. Second, there was no Evil Dragon King, unless you count my father. A dragon reaches self consciousness at anywhere between age six and fifteen, I was fifteen. There was no war, I ran away a week ago, as soon as I finished my warrior training, because my father convinced my older brother, who, as he never failed to mention, wasn't a mistake, to kill me, and I found out, luckily. I met him outside the castle gates while I was leaving, he always faster than me. I defeated him in Half-Dragon form and let him live, and once I turned my back he cursed me to human form, but he was so severely beaten he passed out and didn't complete the curse, and this is what you see. Half-Dragon and Human meshed together. Black wasn't cursed, so he must've been a temporary antibody or something. Those weren't my weapons I had while possessed, they were his. These two are my only weapons," he said, picking up the Dragon Breath, putting it in the holder on his back and motioning towards the shotgun. "Oh, I'm also not a merc, and those mercs weren't my friends, Black and Blake put them up to it. And there's no such thing as the Middle-Verse, it was all an act, I guess. Maybe they wanted to scare you by making you think they couldn't die. I can, it's just harder than normal to kill me. And that wasn't even my house. I don't have one yet, I've only been out of the castle for a week. "
"Whoa," said Brian, taking it all in, "wait a second, how'd you get self-consciousness at fifteen? You only look fifteen."
"Dragons age and mature MUCH, MUCH slower than humans. At least a millennium and at most, three."
"So how old are you?"
"Fifty."
"Are you as good a sword fighter as Black made you look?"
"Not really. Almost, though. I prefer using my fists."
"Why?" Brian asked.
"Look," he said, holding out his golden arms. "Dragon hide," Billy explained, "it's as hard as the blade. The only part of my body that made a complete change was my back, well, mostly." He flapped his large wings. "I can change into my Dragon form, too, but only for a few minutes. Now, let's get out of here. I want to help you."
"But," said Brian, "the guy, the job..."
"I don't want to go up there until I know exactly who or what's up there," said Billy, narrowing his eyes. "I'll let you go if you want to get killed, though."
They all agreed Billy had a point and followed him out of the tower.
On the upper floor...
"You killed them, Black?"
Black had his arms crossed. "Yes, and I'm not happy about it. Pay up."
"Here you go." Black caught a large bag of gold coins tossed to him, and then another.
"Those were going to be for your brother, but now that he's gone, they're for you."
"Money can't replace him," Black said angrily.
Black walked down the stairs, wondering how anyone could be so heartless and already planning what to do next.
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Okay, where are Billy and the others going? What is Black going to do now? Who is the heartless man? See ya next time.
Oh, and I'll soon start writing other fanfics I can think of, now that my true form's been revealed, finally.