Hey reader! Gomen for the slight delay.. LoL, atleast it's still Sunday ^^;; Anyway, I must warn you that this chappie is rather cliche-ish ~^ It's spose to be like that because.. well, u'll find out ^^;; Can anyone tell me who Richi's character is based on by the end of this chapter? LoL XD Also, because of a certain person's review... the one and only Davis Motomiya is gonna be doing the commentaries for the ending ^^;; Okay, time to stop my babble, enjoy! =P
Star Horizons
Chapter 6: Howling Skies
"Players, are you ready?" Jazzman began with a booming voice. The two competitors held their shooters keenly, eyeing each other challengingly. "On my mark: 3, 2, 1, let it rip!"
"Battle blade!" Tyson cried out.
"Let it rip!" Richi shouted the next second.
The two blades met each other head on, both equally feeling the force of the other boy's launch. They rebounded off each other swiftly and landed on opposite ends of the bowl, spinning wildly. Neither of them wasted any time waiting around and both initiated their assaults.
"Look at them go!" commented AJ. "These boys aren't the least bit hesitant in finishing the other off."
"Well they're competitors AJ…of course they want to finish each other off."
"Oh right!" he exclaimed absurdly. "I knew that."
'What is he up to?' Tyson asked himself as he watched the two blades carefully. 'Hm…well why should I wait to find out?' he added with a smirk. "Hey Dragoon! Show him your stuff!"
Tyson's command was obeyed as the white blade suddenly vanished. The crowd responded with heated chatter; moves like that was always an attention grabber.
Apparently, most new bladers nowadays preferred to simply use constant raiding during battles and it was something the audience was used to seeing. Occasionally though, distinct competitors here and there would use a variety of other techniques, like what Tyson is doing right now. Diverse styles were always interesting to watch.
"Whoa! Do my eyes deceive me or did Tyson just pull out a trick from that hat of his?"
"For once AJ, I can tell you that you aren't seeing things. It seems that time off hasn't affected Tyson's sense of style at all."
Richi's gold blade spun coolly in the center of the dish, as if there wasn't a single care in the world. Waiting for the perfect time to strike, the white blade had yet to make its reappearance again.
Tyson was grinning cockily as he opened his mouth, getting ready to start some trash talk. Before he said a word, he blinked, noticing what Richi was engaged in. "H-hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he exclaimed.
The brunette looked up, holding a piece of chicken. "Huh? Oh sorry, did you want some?"
"THIS IS A BEYBLADE MATCH! Even I wouldn't do that!!" Tyson hollered back.
"Is it against the rules to be eating during a match?" Brad asked.
"Well, not that I know of, but it's not exactly the smartest thing to be doing. What is this kid up to?"
Richi shook his head with a grin, swallowing the piece of meat in his mouth. "Well I was getting kind of bored waiting for you to actually do something," he smirked, wrapping the remaining poultry in tin foil and subsequently slipping it into his pocket. "Personally, I was anticipating on a really tough battle, not a magic show. Y'know I was expecting a little bit more from you Tyson."
The navy-haired teen's eyes narrowed on his opponent. "More, huh? Well I'll show you more! Dragoon attack!!"
Suddenly, the white blade re-emerged a split second before coming in contact with Richi's Beyblade. It was a perfect body slam, sending the gold blade flying into the air.
"So how was that for you? Did I meet your expectations?" Tyson asked smugly.
"Hm…I gotta admit, that was a nice move," Richi shrugged, "but I suggest you don't start celebrating yet," he grinned, motioning Tyson to look up.
Curiously, his dark blue eyes glanced up, and soon began to widen.
Flicking a loose strand of black hair from his face, his crimson eyes observed the ongoing battle inquiringly. This battle was a far more interesting than the other ones since Tyson and this Richi fellow were more evenly matched.
Although at the present moment, it looked as if Richi had the upper hand. After Tyson's direct assault, it appeared that his opponent's blade simply boomeranged right back at the white blade. In addition, the rebound's force was just as strong, if not stronger, than the original hit.
His auburn eyes followed Tyson's Beyblade as it was sent wobbling towards the edge of the dish.
"AH! Hang in there Dragoon!" he heard Tyson yell frantically.
"Uh oh, it looks like Tyson isn't doing too hot out there," noted Brad.
"He better watch out because it looks like Richi is about ready to kick him right out of the dish!" AJ chimed in.
The dark-haired teen smirked, crossing his arms. "Let's see you get out of this one kid," he commented quietly.
Tyson watched anxiously as Richi's blade began its continuous bashing into his Dragoon, tying to push him out of the dish. Clenching a fist, his mind began working furiously. He didn't know how much more of this Dragoon could take, but if it kept up, the inevitable would surely happen any second.
"Dragoon! Shake him off now!!"
The white Beyblade seemed to have a sudden burst of speed as it unexpectedly whipped away from the attack.
"Heh, that's another good move Tyson," grinned the brunette. "I'm beginning to get impressed, but your still not there yet," he added, arching an eyebrow.
Tyson stared heatedly as his adversary. What exactly was he trying to do? What exactly did he want Tyson to do?
"Confused?" Richi smirked. "Do I actually have to spell it out for you? Hn. I promise you that I_will_win if you don't figure things out soon. Come on Tyson, think about it. You obviously can't body slam my blade out. So, what are you going to do?"
He looked at Richi strangely. He really did sound like a coach. The advice Richi had given him was vaque, but still advice nonetheless. Thinking, and watching the two blades closely, Tyson took a deep breath.
"Okay, so I can't just hit him out…so what can I-OH! I GOT IT!" he exclaimed, pumping a fist. The previously puzzled expression of his face quickly changed into a determined look. "Well if you wanted to be blown out of the dish so quickly, you should have said so earlier," he grinned at Richi. "DRAGOON STORM ATTACK!!"
"Is it just me or do I see a storm brewing up down there?"
"Nope! So you better put on your wind breaker Brad because Tyson is getting ready to do his famous storm attack!"
The four teenagers stood at the entrance. Finally making it to the arena, an excited roar from the audience greeted them.
"Whoa did you hear that?" asked Max. "Sounds like something really big is going on!"
The blonde then began to run towards the battle area, curious to see what was going on. The other boys immediately followed the energetic blonde, also wanting to check out the action.
"Hey look it's Tyson!" Max pointed out, standing in the aisle of stairs.
The three other boys reached their friend and initiatively moved their heads in the direction that Max indicated. Sure enough, there was Tyson standing there, looking just as determined as the last time they saw him battling.
"Hm…maybe he doesn't need our help," commented Ray, noticing how their old friend seemed to have things under control.
"We should get a closer look," stated Kenny. "I suggest we head for the competitors area."
His friends nodded in agreement, turning back into the hallway.
"So how's that? Good enough for you yet?" Tyson began the trash talk, only to receive a simple smirk from his opponent.
Dragoon had done exactly what his blader wanted. There was now a huge tornado surrounding Richi's blade, yet, it still spun there as if nothing was going on. Complementary to his Beyblade, Richi's expression showed no sign of distress or fear. This individual was obviously not one to be intimidated easily.
"Well Richi? Do you have anything to say or has this show made you lose you voice?"
"Lose my voice?" Richi echoed with a laugh. "Heh, I think I've accidentally made you believe that you stand a chance against me. Don't get me wrong, you're really good, but to put it simply, I'm better."
Tyson stared dumbfounded. 'This guy is so confusing!' he yelled in his mind. 'First he says all this stuff to get me to do my storm attack and then when I finally do it, he says he's better than me! Hm. I'll show him.'
"Dragoon! Lets show him what we've got!" The storm began to intensify and unavoidably, Richi's blade began to slowly lift up. "It looks like you're all talk dude because I am going to finish you off," he declared, watching the wind push up even harder.
Another grin crossed Richi's face. "I think I'm being unfair to you. I suppose I should quit the charades. You showed me your power…now it's time for you to see mine," he announced mischievously. "DRAIKIN!!"
Tyson's eyes widened to see a golden wolf emerge out of the airborne Beyblade. Its deep and dangerous growls began filling the arena: it was the sound of a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey.
"Oh by the way, thanks for the lift into the air Tyson," Richi added genuinely. "Usually Draikin's gotta jump up for his attack, but your storm did that for us."
'Aw man…what did I get myself into?' Tyson groaned to himself.
"So you ready? Because if you're not, that's just too bad," he said with a cocky grin. "Well ready or not, cuz here it comes…DRAIKIN! METEOR RAID!!" he proclaimed the attack.
The wolf replied with a vicious howl and the bright aura around it quickly transformed into orbs of golden energy. With one last cry, Draikin, along with his meteors began ferociously raining down towards Tyson's blade. Ripping through the fierce winds easily, a deafening crash was soon heard as they came in contact with the white Beyblade.
"Oh no!" exclaimed Chief, feeling the aftermath vibration. He looked up to find Tyson standing stiffly beside the dish, his Dragoon lying motionlessly beside him.
"And the winner of the first round is…Richi!" proclaimed the Jazzman. The audience approved of the victor with vivacious howling.
Kenny watched as Tyson knelt down beside his blade. It looked like he was examining it, and by the expression on his face, he didn't look too happy.
"It's totally trashed," Tyson quietly declared. "And most of the extra parts were used to put Chris's blade back together…"
"Hey kid, are you ready for the next round?" asked the Jazzman.
"I…well I-"
"He will be in fifteen minutes!" a boy's voice cut Tyson's stammering.
"Huh?" Tyson looked up to see four familiar figures standing in the hallway. Then, he simply stared in astonishment. His friends. They were actually here.
Dude! Tyson got creamed there, but at least he's got his friends with him now. Are they gonna be able to help him out though? Or is Tyson gonna be kissing the ground again? Tune in next time for the next chappie of Star Horizons!
Star Horizons
Chapter 6: Howling Skies
"Players, are you ready?" Jazzman began with a booming voice. The two competitors held their shooters keenly, eyeing each other challengingly. "On my mark: 3, 2, 1, let it rip!"
"Battle blade!" Tyson cried out.
"Let it rip!" Richi shouted the next second.
The two blades met each other head on, both equally feeling the force of the other boy's launch. They rebounded off each other swiftly and landed on opposite ends of the bowl, spinning wildly. Neither of them wasted any time waiting around and both initiated their assaults.
"Look at them go!" commented AJ. "These boys aren't the least bit hesitant in finishing the other off."
"Well they're competitors AJ…of course they want to finish each other off."
"Oh right!" he exclaimed absurdly. "I knew that."
'What is he up to?' Tyson asked himself as he watched the two blades carefully. 'Hm…well why should I wait to find out?' he added with a smirk. "Hey Dragoon! Show him your stuff!"
Tyson's command was obeyed as the white blade suddenly vanished. The crowd responded with heated chatter; moves like that was always an attention grabber.
Apparently, most new bladers nowadays preferred to simply use constant raiding during battles and it was something the audience was used to seeing. Occasionally though, distinct competitors here and there would use a variety of other techniques, like what Tyson is doing right now. Diverse styles were always interesting to watch.
"Whoa! Do my eyes deceive me or did Tyson just pull out a trick from that hat of his?"
"For once AJ, I can tell you that you aren't seeing things. It seems that time off hasn't affected Tyson's sense of style at all."
Richi's gold blade spun coolly in the center of the dish, as if there wasn't a single care in the world. Waiting for the perfect time to strike, the white blade had yet to make its reappearance again.
Tyson was grinning cockily as he opened his mouth, getting ready to start some trash talk. Before he said a word, he blinked, noticing what Richi was engaged in. "H-hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he exclaimed.
The brunette looked up, holding a piece of chicken. "Huh? Oh sorry, did you want some?"
"THIS IS A BEYBLADE MATCH! Even I wouldn't do that!!" Tyson hollered back.
"Is it against the rules to be eating during a match?" Brad asked.
"Well, not that I know of, but it's not exactly the smartest thing to be doing. What is this kid up to?"
Richi shook his head with a grin, swallowing the piece of meat in his mouth. "Well I was getting kind of bored waiting for you to actually do something," he smirked, wrapping the remaining poultry in tin foil and subsequently slipping it into his pocket. "Personally, I was anticipating on a really tough battle, not a magic show. Y'know I was expecting a little bit more from you Tyson."
The navy-haired teen's eyes narrowed on his opponent. "More, huh? Well I'll show you more! Dragoon attack!!"
Suddenly, the white blade re-emerged a split second before coming in contact with Richi's Beyblade. It was a perfect body slam, sending the gold blade flying into the air.
"So how was that for you? Did I meet your expectations?" Tyson asked smugly.
"Hm…I gotta admit, that was a nice move," Richi shrugged, "but I suggest you don't start celebrating yet," he grinned, motioning Tyson to look up.
Curiously, his dark blue eyes glanced up, and soon began to widen.
Flicking a loose strand of black hair from his face, his crimson eyes observed the ongoing battle inquiringly. This battle was a far more interesting than the other ones since Tyson and this Richi fellow were more evenly matched.
Although at the present moment, it looked as if Richi had the upper hand. After Tyson's direct assault, it appeared that his opponent's blade simply boomeranged right back at the white blade. In addition, the rebound's force was just as strong, if not stronger, than the original hit.
His auburn eyes followed Tyson's Beyblade as it was sent wobbling towards the edge of the dish.
"AH! Hang in there Dragoon!" he heard Tyson yell frantically.
"Uh oh, it looks like Tyson isn't doing too hot out there," noted Brad.
"He better watch out because it looks like Richi is about ready to kick him right out of the dish!" AJ chimed in.
The dark-haired teen smirked, crossing his arms. "Let's see you get out of this one kid," he commented quietly.
Tyson watched anxiously as Richi's blade began its continuous bashing into his Dragoon, tying to push him out of the dish. Clenching a fist, his mind began working furiously. He didn't know how much more of this Dragoon could take, but if it kept up, the inevitable would surely happen any second.
"Dragoon! Shake him off now!!"
The white Beyblade seemed to have a sudden burst of speed as it unexpectedly whipped away from the attack.
"Heh, that's another good move Tyson," grinned the brunette. "I'm beginning to get impressed, but your still not there yet," he added, arching an eyebrow.
Tyson stared heatedly as his adversary. What exactly was he trying to do? What exactly did he want Tyson to do?
"Confused?" Richi smirked. "Do I actually have to spell it out for you? Hn. I promise you that I_will_win if you don't figure things out soon. Come on Tyson, think about it. You obviously can't body slam my blade out. So, what are you going to do?"
He looked at Richi strangely. He really did sound like a coach. The advice Richi had given him was vaque, but still advice nonetheless. Thinking, and watching the two blades closely, Tyson took a deep breath.
"Okay, so I can't just hit him out…so what can I-OH! I GOT IT!" he exclaimed, pumping a fist. The previously puzzled expression of his face quickly changed into a determined look. "Well if you wanted to be blown out of the dish so quickly, you should have said so earlier," he grinned at Richi. "DRAGOON STORM ATTACK!!"
"Is it just me or do I see a storm brewing up down there?"
"Nope! So you better put on your wind breaker Brad because Tyson is getting ready to do his famous storm attack!"
The four teenagers stood at the entrance. Finally making it to the arena, an excited roar from the audience greeted them.
"Whoa did you hear that?" asked Max. "Sounds like something really big is going on!"
The blonde then began to run towards the battle area, curious to see what was going on. The other boys immediately followed the energetic blonde, also wanting to check out the action.
"Hey look it's Tyson!" Max pointed out, standing in the aisle of stairs.
The three other boys reached their friend and initiatively moved their heads in the direction that Max indicated. Sure enough, there was Tyson standing there, looking just as determined as the last time they saw him battling.
"Hm…maybe he doesn't need our help," commented Ray, noticing how their old friend seemed to have things under control.
"We should get a closer look," stated Kenny. "I suggest we head for the competitors area."
His friends nodded in agreement, turning back into the hallway.
"So how's that? Good enough for you yet?" Tyson began the trash talk, only to receive a simple smirk from his opponent.
Dragoon had done exactly what his blader wanted. There was now a huge tornado surrounding Richi's blade, yet, it still spun there as if nothing was going on. Complementary to his Beyblade, Richi's expression showed no sign of distress or fear. This individual was obviously not one to be intimidated easily.
"Well Richi? Do you have anything to say or has this show made you lose you voice?"
"Lose my voice?" Richi echoed with a laugh. "Heh, I think I've accidentally made you believe that you stand a chance against me. Don't get me wrong, you're really good, but to put it simply, I'm better."
Tyson stared dumbfounded. 'This guy is so confusing!' he yelled in his mind. 'First he says all this stuff to get me to do my storm attack and then when I finally do it, he says he's better than me! Hm. I'll show him.'
"Dragoon! Lets show him what we've got!" The storm began to intensify and unavoidably, Richi's blade began to slowly lift up. "It looks like you're all talk dude because I am going to finish you off," he declared, watching the wind push up even harder.
Another grin crossed Richi's face. "I think I'm being unfair to you. I suppose I should quit the charades. You showed me your power…now it's time for you to see mine," he announced mischievously. "DRAIKIN!!"
Tyson's eyes widened to see a golden wolf emerge out of the airborne Beyblade. Its deep and dangerous growls began filling the arena: it was the sound of a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey.
"Oh by the way, thanks for the lift into the air Tyson," Richi added genuinely. "Usually Draikin's gotta jump up for his attack, but your storm did that for us."
'Aw man…what did I get myself into?' Tyson groaned to himself.
"So you ready? Because if you're not, that's just too bad," he said with a cocky grin. "Well ready or not, cuz here it comes…DRAIKIN! METEOR RAID!!" he proclaimed the attack.
The wolf replied with a vicious howl and the bright aura around it quickly transformed into orbs of golden energy. With one last cry, Draikin, along with his meteors began ferociously raining down towards Tyson's blade. Ripping through the fierce winds easily, a deafening crash was soon heard as they came in contact with the white Beyblade.
"Oh no!" exclaimed Chief, feeling the aftermath vibration. He looked up to find Tyson standing stiffly beside the dish, his Dragoon lying motionlessly beside him.
"And the winner of the first round is…Richi!" proclaimed the Jazzman. The audience approved of the victor with vivacious howling.
Kenny watched as Tyson knelt down beside his blade. It looked like he was examining it, and by the expression on his face, he didn't look too happy.
"It's totally trashed," Tyson quietly declared. "And most of the extra parts were used to put Chris's blade back together…"
"Hey kid, are you ready for the next round?" asked the Jazzman.
"I…well I-"
"He will be in fifteen minutes!" a boy's voice cut Tyson's stammering.
"Huh?" Tyson looked up to see four familiar figures standing in the hallway. Then, he simply stared in astonishment. His friends. They were actually here.
Dude! Tyson got creamed there, but at least he's got his friends with him now. Are they gonna be able to help him out though? Or is Tyson gonna be kissing the ground again? Tune in next time for the next chappie of Star Horizons!