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//What the.// Van stared, as the thing blocked the black Guymelefs sword. It took Van's disjointed mind a few seconds to realize that this was a Guymelef, one that he had never seen before. It had a dark blue, almost black cape, attached at the shoulders by shining silver clips, in the shape of blazing suns. It had a matching circlet on the brow, the silver sun set in the center glinting brightly. The sword was a work of art. Van couldn't see it exactly, but he got the impression of twisting silver, and shining steel. He looked closer at the Guymelef, which was now dueling with the black Guymelef. //That's.that's an Ispano Guymelef! Who could it-// Aqua eyes suddenly appeared in his mind. //"I ran, and found this ancient Guymelef in there, Ispano I think. I had no choice, so I grabbed an energist from a stand in the corner. The Guymelef accepted me, and we fought off the Zaibach Guymelefs, and escaped."// Van looked at the mysterious Guymelef. //Kendai! That's his fighting style!// Suddenly Van snapped back into himself. He struggled to his feet, and faced the other Guymelefs. They actually backed off, so Van pressed to attack. He cut down most of them, with surprising ease. He whirled back to the black Guymelef. Kendai had gained the advantage, and was forcing the other Guymelef backwards. Suddenly, a streak of silver shot from a compartment on the chest of the black Guymelef. It slammed into Kendai's Guymelef, tearing metal, ripping into its chest. "No!" shouted Van, shaken out of his trance. He charged forward, sword aimed at the black Guymelef. Van watched Kendai collapse, as he ran forward. The whole breastplate of the Guymelef had been pierced, and smoke seeped out. "Hai!" yelled Van, and he swung his sword wide, catching the black Guymelef in the shoulder. The Melef stumbled back, and Van pressed forward. He slashed again, scoring another hit across the Guymelef's chest. This strike slashed through the compartment that had fired the Crima Claw at Kendai. The black Guymelef stumbled back, then vanished under a Stealth Cloak. It did no good. Using the trick Hitomi had taught him, he focused on the Melef, and her could still see flashes of his target. The black Guymelef drew back again, until it sprang upward, vanishing into the clouds. Van searched until he saw it docking into one of the flying fortresses. As if this was some unspoken signal, all the Zaibach forces drew back, vanishing from sight. Van took no time to pursue them. He dropped to the side of his friend. "Kendai!" He yelled. Suddenly, a shadow appeared over him. Van looked up to see Scherezade. "Allen?" he said, shocked. Allen was wounded heavily on his right arm, and he walked with a heavy limp, but his other battle scars looked bearable. Suddenly a movement distracted Van. The control compartment of Kendai's Melef opened with a hiss and more steam, propelling an unconscious Kendai out. Kendai had a deep gash across his chest, which was bleeding heavily. Van looked in horror at his friend.
Scooping Kendai up, he charged off towards the castle, changing in mid-leap to a dragon, oblivious to the victory cries of the Fanelian fighters. Allen followed behind, at a pace more suited by his condition. He was the only one watching, when Kendai's Guymelef disappeared.
Van ran through the palace, Kendai in his arms. "Someone! Get me a healer! And I want Millerna here yesterday!" Bertram appeared at Van's elbow. "Lord and Lady Fassa are in the docking bay, sire!" Van nodded, surprised. "Please escort Lady Fassa to my room as soon as possible." Bertram nodded and hurried off. Van laid his friend on his bed, ignoring the fact that his sheets were white, and Kendai was dripping blood. There was a clattering of footsteps in the hall, and Van looked up as Millerna appeared at a run. She took one look at her patient and blanched. "My God! What happened?" Van looked grimly at her. "Zaibach." Millerna put a hand over her mouth. She shuddered, but squared her shoulders and turned to Bertram, who had been lurking in the shadows. "Fetch my supplies. Dry-Lord Fassa will know what I require." Bertram nodded, and hurried off. Millerna turned to Van. "You don't look so good yourself!" She thrust him into a chair, and sent for a healer. She was examining Van's arm, when the door was thrust open, and Dryden strode in, followed by Master Healer Valkyris and several others. Millerna grabbed her bag from Dryden, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. She took charge of the situation, sending servants to get hot water, rags, and other various supplies. She sent those who were gawking about their business. Van sat back and watched, as everyone moved about him, like a stream diverted by a boulder. People rushed around the room, carrying out various tasks, but to Van, the noise seemed muted, and people moved at different speeds, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. He eventually found himself lying down, a cool cloth on his head, and a minor healer checking his wounds. The healer gave him a foul-smelling brew to drink, and pulled a warm blanket over his body. Van barley managed to nod his thanks before he fell into the comforting oblivion of unconsciousness.
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//What the.// Van stared, as the thing blocked the black Guymelefs sword. It took Van's disjointed mind a few seconds to realize that this was a Guymelef, one that he had never seen before. It had a dark blue, almost black cape, attached at the shoulders by shining silver clips, in the shape of blazing suns. It had a matching circlet on the brow, the silver sun set in the center glinting brightly. The sword was a work of art. Van couldn't see it exactly, but he got the impression of twisting silver, and shining steel. He looked closer at the Guymelef, which was now dueling with the black Guymelef. //That's.that's an Ispano Guymelef! Who could it-// Aqua eyes suddenly appeared in his mind. //"I ran, and found this ancient Guymelef in there, Ispano I think. I had no choice, so I grabbed an energist from a stand in the corner. The Guymelef accepted me, and we fought off the Zaibach Guymelefs, and escaped."// Van looked at the mysterious Guymelef. //Kendai! That's his fighting style!// Suddenly Van snapped back into himself. He struggled to his feet, and faced the other Guymelefs. They actually backed off, so Van pressed to attack. He cut down most of them, with surprising ease. He whirled back to the black Guymelef. Kendai had gained the advantage, and was forcing the other Guymelef backwards. Suddenly, a streak of silver shot from a compartment on the chest of the black Guymelef. It slammed into Kendai's Guymelef, tearing metal, ripping into its chest. "No!" shouted Van, shaken out of his trance. He charged forward, sword aimed at the black Guymelef. Van watched Kendai collapse, as he ran forward. The whole breastplate of the Guymelef had been pierced, and smoke seeped out. "Hai!" yelled Van, and he swung his sword wide, catching the black Guymelef in the shoulder. The Melef stumbled back, and Van pressed forward. He slashed again, scoring another hit across the Guymelef's chest. This strike slashed through the compartment that had fired the Crima Claw at Kendai. The black Guymelef stumbled back, then vanished under a Stealth Cloak. It did no good. Using the trick Hitomi had taught him, he focused on the Melef, and her could still see flashes of his target. The black Guymelef drew back again, until it sprang upward, vanishing into the clouds. Van searched until he saw it docking into one of the flying fortresses. As if this was some unspoken signal, all the Zaibach forces drew back, vanishing from sight. Van took no time to pursue them. He dropped to the side of his friend. "Kendai!" He yelled. Suddenly, a shadow appeared over him. Van looked up to see Scherezade. "Allen?" he said, shocked. Allen was wounded heavily on his right arm, and he walked with a heavy limp, but his other battle scars looked bearable. Suddenly a movement distracted Van. The control compartment of Kendai's Melef opened with a hiss and more steam, propelling an unconscious Kendai out. Kendai had a deep gash across his chest, which was bleeding heavily. Van looked in horror at his friend.
Scooping Kendai up, he charged off towards the castle, changing in mid-leap to a dragon, oblivious to the victory cries of the Fanelian fighters. Allen followed behind, at a pace more suited by his condition. He was the only one watching, when Kendai's Guymelef disappeared.
Van ran through the palace, Kendai in his arms. "Someone! Get me a healer! And I want Millerna here yesterday!" Bertram appeared at Van's elbow. "Lord and Lady Fassa are in the docking bay, sire!" Van nodded, surprised. "Please escort Lady Fassa to my room as soon as possible." Bertram nodded and hurried off. Van laid his friend on his bed, ignoring the fact that his sheets were white, and Kendai was dripping blood. There was a clattering of footsteps in the hall, and Van looked up as Millerna appeared at a run. She took one look at her patient and blanched. "My God! What happened?" Van looked grimly at her. "Zaibach." Millerna put a hand over her mouth. She shuddered, but squared her shoulders and turned to Bertram, who had been lurking in the shadows. "Fetch my supplies. Dry-Lord Fassa will know what I require." Bertram nodded, and hurried off. Millerna turned to Van. "You don't look so good yourself!" She thrust him into a chair, and sent for a healer. She was examining Van's arm, when the door was thrust open, and Dryden strode in, followed by Master Healer Valkyris and several others. Millerna grabbed her bag from Dryden, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. She took charge of the situation, sending servants to get hot water, rags, and other various supplies. She sent those who were gawking about their business. Van sat back and watched, as everyone moved about him, like a stream diverted by a boulder. People rushed around the room, carrying out various tasks, but to Van, the noise seemed muted, and people moved at different speeds, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. He eventually found himself lying down, a cool cloth on his head, and a minor healer checking his wounds. The healer gave him a foul-smelling brew to drink, and pulled a warm blanket over his body. Van barley managed to nod his thanks before he fell into the comforting oblivion of unconsciousness.
A/N: Well? Like it? Hate it? Tell me? Details are nice.