I held my buster sword easily in both hands, flexing my grip on the handle and narrowing my eyes. Standing across from me with his friends that kid Sora waited, holding some weird sword that I had never seen before in my life, and I had seen many things. Heh, no matter. This kid would unfortunatly become one of the few 'accidents' in the Colossum. The people sitting in the stands were cheering; to me they were nothing more than background noise, something that was muted and not really there. Shifting my gaze to Sora's friends I wondered dimly if they would be any challenge. The mage, Donald, wouldn't be; hiding behind his cowardly magic and not fighting as a true warrior shoulder. And the other one hiding behind his toy shield as if it could protect him from my sword. One cleave from my blood-stained blade and it would be all over for him. No, I would fight Sora. With him gone, his friends fighting spirit would be broken and the match would be won.
The bell rang clear and loud in the still air, signalling the beginning of the fight. Tightening the muscles in my legs, I sprinted forwards, a battle cry on my lips. In any fight if you did not take the offensive immediatly, strike first, then you would lose. A rule that I had always gone by and hand won. Bringing down my buster sword, all of my rage and hate against the world channeled into one stroke that would sever Sora's soul from this world, I was surprised that the boy not only blocked my downwards blow but managed to parry it to the side as well.
"What?" I choked out quickly, already stepping back and bringing my sword around again. This time aiming for the kid's stomach, I knew it would be a cut that he would not walk away from. Suddenly that annoying friend of his, Goofy, was there. He caught the edge of my sword with his shield, taking the blow. "Move," I howled at him, smashing my left foot forwards and into his unprotected legs. With a cry of pain that was almost comical the would-be savior of Sora jumped out of the way, hopping around on one leg. From the crowd cries of 'Foul' and 'Cheater' drifted towards me. Not like I paid them any attention. Now Sora was once again open and undefended. Before he could bring his own sword up to bear I sprinted forwards, feeling my buster sword cut across this upper left arm. Turning to the side quickly I threw a punch into the kid's back, knocking him to the ground at the same time hearing a bone snap in his body. Some part of me long ago would have felt remorse, but that part died far back.
"Soraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," the mage quacked wildly, flailing his hands into the air. He gave a high-pitched cry of rage and raced towards me, bashing the pommel of his staff against my right leg. Then that annoying Goofy was beside Donald, cluncking me over the back with no finesse with his shield. I quickly darted away from the two and pulled back to the edge of the ring to assess the situation.
Obviously I had underestimated them.
Sora rose to his feet quickly; the kid was tough. The mage casted a healing spell on the kid, and then three pairs of eyes turned in my direction. "You can't win this fight," Sora shouted to me as he charged.
"You're wrong," I whispered to myself. "You are wrong." Unfurling the demon wing that had up until this moment remained dormant, I quickly beat the air with it and rose into the sky. Sora made a clumsy jump at me, the tip of his arcane sword just touching the edge of my boot, but neither he nor his friends could reach me. "Now see what you are really up against," I shouted at him, diving down with my sword in front of me. He cried out in pain as I scored another blow against him. Twisting around in the air, I saw I had the perfect mark. The kid's back was open to me, unguarded and just waiting to be cut open by my blade. I grinned evilly and flew back towards him, increasing my speed.
"Blizzard!"
Suddenly a frigid blast of air struck me, knocking my down from the sky and onto my back. Pain coursed over my form; as the colourful lights vanished from my eyes I saw that my legs were firmly encased in ice.
"Damn you," I raged at Donald. The mage dashed towards me as I tried to rise, ready to thwack me over the head with his staff. I clumsily lashed out at him, hitting the overly large duck on the bill and sending him sprawling backwards. Grabbing my buster sword I tried to hack the ice off of me, to no avail.
"Take that!" Sora bashed me with the flat of his blade, seeking to only injure and not kill me. No, this was not how it was suppose to be! I was suppose to win and this kid was suppose to be carried out dead on a stretcher. Three more times Sora attacked me; twice from the left and once from the right. Using a magic I had never seen I was thrown backwards, the force behind the blow enough to shatter the magical ice that had held me down. As I hit the edge of the ring and tumbled out, bashing my head against the rocky ground, I could hear the crowd roar their approval and the satyr yell out "The winners!!! Sora and Company!"
No, I screamed silently at myself, this was not how it was suppose to end. I was suppose to win; I had to win. If I didn't then I would not gain the information to find my light. But it was no use; the darkness washed over me, the crowd chanting Sora's name the last thing I heard.
I had lost everything.
The bell rang clear and loud in the still air, signalling the beginning of the fight. Tightening the muscles in my legs, I sprinted forwards, a battle cry on my lips. In any fight if you did not take the offensive immediatly, strike first, then you would lose. A rule that I had always gone by and hand won. Bringing down my buster sword, all of my rage and hate against the world channeled into one stroke that would sever Sora's soul from this world, I was surprised that the boy not only blocked my downwards blow but managed to parry it to the side as well.
"What?" I choked out quickly, already stepping back and bringing my sword around again. This time aiming for the kid's stomach, I knew it would be a cut that he would not walk away from. Suddenly that annoying friend of his, Goofy, was there. He caught the edge of my sword with his shield, taking the blow. "Move," I howled at him, smashing my left foot forwards and into his unprotected legs. With a cry of pain that was almost comical the would-be savior of Sora jumped out of the way, hopping around on one leg. From the crowd cries of 'Foul' and 'Cheater' drifted towards me. Not like I paid them any attention. Now Sora was once again open and undefended. Before he could bring his own sword up to bear I sprinted forwards, feeling my buster sword cut across this upper left arm. Turning to the side quickly I threw a punch into the kid's back, knocking him to the ground at the same time hearing a bone snap in his body. Some part of me long ago would have felt remorse, but that part died far back.
"Soraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," the mage quacked wildly, flailing his hands into the air. He gave a high-pitched cry of rage and raced towards me, bashing the pommel of his staff against my right leg. Then that annoying Goofy was beside Donald, cluncking me over the back with no finesse with his shield. I quickly darted away from the two and pulled back to the edge of the ring to assess the situation.
Obviously I had underestimated them.
Sora rose to his feet quickly; the kid was tough. The mage casted a healing spell on the kid, and then three pairs of eyes turned in my direction. "You can't win this fight," Sora shouted to me as he charged.
"You're wrong," I whispered to myself. "You are wrong." Unfurling the demon wing that had up until this moment remained dormant, I quickly beat the air with it and rose into the sky. Sora made a clumsy jump at me, the tip of his arcane sword just touching the edge of my boot, but neither he nor his friends could reach me. "Now see what you are really up against," I shouted at him, diving down with my sword in front of me. He cried out in pain as I scored another blow against him. Twisting around in the air, I saw I had the perfect mark. The kid's back was open to me, unguarded and just waiting to be cut open by my blade. I grinned evilly and flew back towards him, increasing my speed.
"Blizzard!"
Suddenly a frigid blast of air struck me, knocking my down from the sky and onto my back. Pain coursed over my form; as the colourful lights vanished from my eyes I saw that my legs were firmly encased in ice.
"Damn you," I raged at Donald. The mage dashed towards me as I tried to rise, ready to thwack me over the head with his staff. I clumsily lashed out at him, hitting the overly large duck on the bill and sending him sprawling backwards. Grabbing my buster sword I tried to hack the ice off of me, to no avail.
"Take that!" Sora bashed me with the flat of his blade, seeking to only injure and not kill me. No, this was not how it was suppose to be! I was suppose to win and this kid was suppose to be carried out dead on a stretcher. Three more times Sora attacked me; twice from the left and once from the right. Using a magic I had never seen I was thrown backwards, the force behind the blow enough to shatter the magical ice that had held me down. As I hit the edge of the ring and tumbled out, bashing my head against the rocky ground, I could hear the crowd roar their approval and the satyr yell out "The winners!!! Sora and Company!"
No, I screamed silently at myself, this was not how it was suppose to end. I was suppose to win; I had to win. If I didn't then I would not gain the information to find my light. But it was no use; the darkness washed over me, the crowd chanting Sora's name the last thing I heard.
I had lost everything.