The Battle-Part 2
Van and the GF were on the ridge above, staring at the gathering of zoids. They were shocked at the song they sung, shocked that the zoids could make this. But most of all, they simply couldn't accept the fact that The Wolf was dead. They knew that she was dead on one level, but it hadn't really been confirmed in their minds until they saw the impromptu remembrance of her. A shadow disconnected itself from the Liger's leg. It was Raven! He disappeared into a small door in the ground and came out carrying something in his arms.
I trudged into the center of the group, with The Dark Warrior in my arms. Shadowrage stood up and started digging. Faster and faster he dug, the dirt flying in an arc above our heads. Finally, he sat back. * It is done.* I laid her into the tomb, wrapped in a shroud. Shadow and I started filling it up, each shovelful of dirt another "never". Never, never never again would there be someone as powerful as her. Finally we finished the grave and smoothed the dirt.
The Berserk Fury and Shadowrage threw their heads back and roared to the heavens, mourning the passing of Astarael with every particle of their minds and bodies. Liger, Shadow, and I stayed silent, knowing that if anyone had earned the right to speak for her, it was these two. A small bolt of golden lightning hovered above the tomb, then arced toward the twin moons and was gone. We turned and silently walked back into the Eve.
I laid on the couch in the living room, staring toward the T.V. I was idly flipping channels until something made me stop. The announcer was saying "The GF has been watching a strange funeral and has kindly relayed it back to us." Images of the zoids and me burying Astarael showed on the screen. I called Liger and the others in. They stared at the announcer and started to shake in anger. * How dare they* Shadowrage whispered, *intrude upon us.* A quiet voice was a definite danger sign. He turned and glided fluidly out, with the Fury following. I leaped onto Shadow and we streaked down the hall, Liger following.
Fury and Shadowrage were waiting in the armor room. *You are coming?* I nodded. "Affirmative." *Very well. * Shadowrage walked into the conversion chamber. *Activating Episilon armor.* He walked out on the other side. Then Fury went in. * Activating Hellion armor.* Then he too, left. "Liger, do you have armor?" *Yes. One. The Pheonix.* He strode in, me in the cockpit. The white armor lifted away, leaving him exposed. Crimson armor with two golden blades snapped on, along with five boosters. Shadow opened his wings and merged.
Shadowrage's Epsilon armor was silver and trimmed with white. The speed had been sacrificed for protection and weapons. The Hellion was orange, with a ridge of spines down the back and retractable claws, plus a flight pack. *I get the lightning siax, and Fury gets the Dibision. You, on the other hand, get your revenge on Van, and then we'll leave to destroy Prozen.* I nodded before fusing my mind with Liger.
" Umm." Van, pulled out of his reverie, turned to Fiona. "This doesn't seem right, to be spying on a funeral." Fiona quietly said. "And Raven's coming." A very loud and obscene phrase split the silence. "*&^$$#@#$%^&&*()&!!" The GF turned in shock. "Van Flyheight, where in Zi did you learn something as utterly DIRTY as that!" He smiled sheepishly. "Uh. internet?" Fiona shrieked, pointing at the Liger and two other zoids that had appeared out of nowhere.
A deadly voice emanated over the quiet desert dawn. It was Raven! "When, Flyheight, will you learn to keep your ugly nose out of other peoples business, you weak onna, baka, idiot, slimy, dithering, dumb, brainless,(a/n-And so on, and so on) FREAK!" The GF gasped at this insult to their leader, and prepared for battle.
Ahh.. the joys of a good insult. Shadowrage's cold clipped voice echoed across the field. *The rules of the combat are this. I, Shadowrage Epsilon, will fight against the Siax, Fury will fight the Dibison, and Raven, who is now the most powerful on Zi, will fight against Van. If we win, we decide your fate. If, by some miracle you win, you will leave unscathed. " The Siax walked out for the first round.
"Who is your pilot?" Irvine asked. *Fool, I have no need of a pilot. Astarael was my friend and protector, who helped me in battle. She was not some person like you, who needs complete control to win! And now, you shall be defeated, once and for all. I will tear your zoid's parts into pieces, grind them into dust, and that dust shall be scattered on the wind!*(a/n- Ouchie.) "Uhh.. why do you hate me so much?" *New Helic City. 2034. You shot and severely wounded a organoid because you were paid. And do you know who that organoid was? THAT ORGANOID WAS ME!* "Oh man." Irvine thought.
Shadowrage leaped forward, with all 8 mortar cannons blazing. The Siax dodged, but to no avail. The mortars slammed into the siax, sending it flying. Irvine slowly maneuvered the Siax to it's feet and counter- attacked. 2 beams shot forward, hitting Shadowrage in a cloud of smoke. The wind whipped wildly, the smoke cleared away, but he was gone. Irvine sat back smugly. "Hah, I'm the best." Suddenly, the radar blipped. "Irvine, look out!" Van yelled. He looked around. "Nothing's there, Van." "ABOVE YOU!" He glanced up.
Epsilon was in the air, hovering on his boosters that had rotated downward. The boosters withdrew and he fell. The Siax roared once before his body was crushed. Epsilon turned, and lifted his claws. He slammed them down on the siaxs neck, slowly grinding through. The head separated. Epsilon looked at it and batted it away before aiming all 15 of his guns at the remnants. A cloud of black rose up and dissipated. The Siax was gone, only a pile of blackened powder was left. A gust blew and scattered the pieces. Shadowrage roared once, and stalked back to his position. Irvine ran back to the GF.
The Dibison clanked forward, and stood at the ready. The Hellion leaped into the air and flitted around, dodging the shots from the bison. Thomas locked on and fired a burn-out. Hellion soared upwards and retaliated. The spines loosened and he fired them out. Pieces of electromagnetic shrapnel rained down on the zoid. The dibison fell over, completely at Hellions mercy. Hellion soared upwards and flicked out his claws. The claws vibrated, shining firey orange. Hellion closed the flight pack and dropped. *Strike Flaming Claw!* The dibisons body melted, no time to cry out. Thomas shrieked and sprinted back to the Guardian Force. The Hellion Fury landed at the spot where it had lifted off.
Van shook in fear. The two zoids were infinitely more powerful than he, and by all accounts, Raven was better. He swallowed and walked forward.
Van and the GF were on the ridge above, staring at the gathering of zoids. They were shocked at the song they sung, shocked that the zoids could make this. But most of all, they simply couldn't accept the fact that The Wolf was dead. They knew that she was dead on one level, but it hadn't really been confirmed in their minds until they saw the impromptu remembrance of her. A shadow disconnected itself from the Liger's leg. It was Raven! He disappeared into a small door in the ground and came out carrying something in his arms.
I trudged into the center of the group, with The Dark Warrior in my arms. Shadowrage stood up and started digging. Faster and faster he dug, the dirt flying in an arc above our heads. Finally, he sat back. * It is done.* I laid her into the tomb, wrapped in a shroud. Shadow and I started filling it up, each shovelful of dirt another "never". Never, never never again would there be someone as powerful as her. Finally we finished the grave and smoothed the dirt.
The Berserk Fury and Shadowrage threw their heads back and roared to the heavens, mourning the passing of Astarael with every particle of their minds and bodies. Liger, Shadow, and I stayed silent, knowing that if anyone had earned the right to speak for her, it was these two. A small bolt of golden lightning hovered above the tomb, then arced toward the twin moons and was gone. We turned and silently walked back into the Eve.
I laid on the couch in the living room, staring toward the T.V. I was idly flipping channels until something made me stop. The announcer was saying "The GF has been watching a strange funeral and has kindly relayed it back to us." Images of the zoids and me burying Astarael showed on the screen. I called Liger and the others in. They stared at the announcer and started to shake in anger. * How dare they* Shadowrage whispered, *intrude upon us.* A quiet voice was a definite danger sign. He turned and glided fluidly out, with the Fury following. I leaped onto Shadow and we streaked down the hall, Liger following.
Fury and Shadowrage were waiting in the armor room. *You are coming?* I nodded. "Affirmative." *Very well. * Shadowrage walked into the conversion chamber. *Activating Episilon armor.* He walked out on the other side. Then Fury went in. * Activating Hellion armor.* Then he too, left. "Liger, do you have armor?" *Yes. One. The Pheonix.* He strode in, me in the cockpit. The white armor lifted away, leaving him exposed. Crimson armor with two golden blades snapped on, along with five boosters. Shadow opened his wings and merged.
Shadowrage's Epsilon armor was silver and trimmed with white. The speed had been sacrificed for protection and weapons. The Hellion was orange, with a ridge of spines down the back and retractable claws, plus a flight pack. *I get the lightning siax, and Fury gets the Dibision. You, on the other hand, get your revenge on Van, and then we'll leave to destroy Prozen.* I nodded before fusing my mind with Liger.
" Umm." Van, pulled out of his reverie, turned to Fiona. "This doesn't seem right, to be spying on a funeral." Fiona quietly said. "And Raven's coming." A very loud and obscene phrase split the silence. "*&^$$#@#$%^&&*()&!!" The GF turned in shock. "Van Flyheight, where in Zi did you learn something as utterly DIRTY as that!" He smiled sheepishly. "Uh. internet?" Fiona shrieked, pointing at the Liger and two other zoids that had appeared out of nowhere.
A deadly voice emanated over the quiet desert dawn. It was Raven! "When, Flyheight, will you learn to keep your ugly nose out of other peoples business, you weak onna, baka, idiot, slimy, dithering, dumb, brainless,(a/n-And so on, and so on) FREAK!" The GF gasped at this insult to their leader, and prepared for battle.
Ahh.. the joys of a good insult. Shadowrage's cold clipped voice echoed across the field. *The rules of the combat are this. I, Shadowrage Epsilon, will fight against the Siax, Fury will fight the Dibison, and Raven, who is now the most powerful on Zi, will fight against Van. If we win, we decide your fate. If, by some miracle you win, you will leave unscathed. " The Siax walked out for the first round.
"Who is your pilot?" Irvine asked. *Fool, I have no need of a pilot. Astarael was my friend and protector, who helped me in battle. She was not some person like you, who needs complete control to win! And now, you shall be defeated, once and for all. I will tear your zoid's parts into pieces, grind them into dust, and that dust shall be scattered on the wind!*(a/n- Ouchie.) "Uhh.. why do you hate me so much?" *New Helic City. 2034. You shot and severely wounded a organoid because you were paid. And do you know who that organoid was? THAT ORGANOID WAS ME!* "Oh man." Irvine thought.
Shadowrage leaped forward, with all 8 mortar cannons blazing. The Siax dodged, but to no avail. The mortars slammed into the siax, sending it flying. Irvine slowly maneuvered the Siax to it's feet and counter- attacked. 2 beams shot forward, hitting Shadowrage in a cloud of smoke. The wind whipped wildly, the smoke cleared away, but he was gone. Irvine sat back smugly. "Hah, I'm the best." Suddenly, the radar blipped. "Irvine, look out!" Van yelled. He looked around. "Nothing's there, Van." "ABOVE YOU!" He glanced up.
Epsilon was in the air, hovering on his boosters that had rotated downward. The boosters withdrew and he fell. The Siax roared once before his body was crushed. Epsilon turned, and lifted his claws. He slammed them down on the siaxs neck, slowly grinding through. The head separated. Epsilon looked at it and batted it away before aiming all 15 of his guns at the remnants. A cloud of black rose up and dissipated. The Siax was gone, only a pile of blackened powder was left. A gust blew and scattered the pieces. Shadowrage roared once, and stalked back to his position. Irvine ran back to the GF.
The Dibison clanked forward, and stood at the ready. The Hellion leaped into the air and flitted around, dodging the shots from the bison. Thomas locked on and fired a burn-out. Hellion soared upwards and retaliated. The spines loosened and he fired them out. Pieces of electromagnetic shrapnel rained down on the zoid. The dibison fell over, completely at Hellions mercy. Hellion soared upwards and flicked out his claws. The claws vibrated, shining firey orange. Hellion closed the flight pack and dropped. *Strike Flaming Claw!* The dibisons body melted, no time to cry out. Thomas shrieked and sprinted back to the Guardian Force. The Hellion Fury landed at the spot where it had lifted off.
Van shook in fear. The two zoids were infinitely more powerful than he, and by all accounts, Raven was better. He swallowed and walked forward.
