Whoo! Another fight chapter! This one's not exactly very detailed, but one
of the upcoming ones will (I've got all the major events planned, I just
need to link them together, which takes a little time.)
Chapter 15
"What kept you?"
"Can it and get in the car."
"My, we seem slightly agitated at the moment."
"Damn straight. Now, GET IN THE GODDAMN CAR!"
"Alright, alright."
Dawn pushed past Rayen and sat down in the back. Rayen closed the door, and she looked at him.
"What the hell is your problem, anyway?"
"Isn't it obvious? We need to find Boleras."
"We're not pressed for time or anything..."
"Yes, we are. As soon as he's done killing monsters, the media will swamp him. Hell, we don't even know he's still fighting. We might be too late."
Shade had returned from changing. He was back in his black martial artist's outfit, tying his night blue sash.
"No, we won't. After all, his cameraman lackey needs good footage for the 6 o'clock news."
"Do I detect a hint of cynicism?"
"Yes."
"There he is."
Phil pointed, and the three other Dragoons saw the man in violet armor dodging and weaving among a small pack of beasts.
"That has got to be the biggest goddamn toothpick I have ever seen."
At first, Rayen didn't know what Phil was talking about, but then he saw Boleras's weapon. It was a sword, with a blade that looked about six feet long, but was relatively thin, and Rayen had to admit it did appear like a giant metal toothpick. Standing a few feet away was a short man with a television camera, recording the battle. Phil brought the motorhome to a stop, and they stealthily disembarked. Phil snuck up behind the cameraman, and in a split second, shoved the tip of his spear through the recorder, and knocked out the device's pilot with a quick swing of the butt end. The man fell, unconscious, at their feet just as the Thunder Dragoon finished off the last of the monsters. He turned around.
"Well, did you get good foot... who the hell are you?"
"It's not important. All we want is information."
"How exactly do you plan on getting it?"
"From you, naturally."
"Do you even have a clue who I am?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Then you really believe you can fight a Dragoon?"
"Sure. We're Dragoons too."
"Yeah, right."
Rayen exhibited his Spirit as evidence. It shown with a ruby radiance that mimicked the amethyst glow from the purple Dragon Knight's. Boleras stared in disbelief for a moment, then came to his senses with a shake of his head.
"Well, in that case, I shall have to kill you. You see, this gig has given me all I've ever wanted. Fame, money. I'm a household name. I can't have other people muscling in on my limelight."
"For some reason this doesn't surprise me."
Shade stepped up.
"I'll do it."
"If you want."
Shade drew his onyx Spirit and focused his mind the power of darkness. The shadowy electricity raced around his body in an intricate web, forming the plates of his armor and the bones of his wings. The leathery skin of the wings was formed by the inky blackness of the void. He drew both his blades, and they too were transformed by the dark yet not evil magic. The transformation completed with a flash of darkness that dimmed the midday sun.
Boleras didn't even wait until the end of Shade's transformation before charging. However, he was a fair distance from the Dark Dragon Knight, and Shade had time to counter before the sword was within reach. He leapt over behind his opponent and lunged in with both blades. Boleras, however, blocked the serrated blade with the hilt of his own, and he twisted his wrist so the longer sword was blocked as well. His sword was long enough that he wasn't hard-pressed to block both, as Rayen was, and Shade's weapon trapping had little effect on a six-foot blade.
The two Dragoons became a flashing tempest of whirling swords. As Shade blocked his adversary's strike, Boleras did a very dishonorable thing. With his free arm, he pulled back and slammed his fist into Shade's face. The ninja stumbled back, blood streaming from his broken nose. Shade responded by sending a black bolt of energy his way, flinging the Thunder Dragoon backwards. As his opponent looked on in shock, Shade realized the same thing Rayen had against the Jade Dragoon; his opponents had not yet learned to use magic. As with Rayen, this gave Shade a definite advantage over his rival.
What Shade did next, however, was substantially different than Rayen and his fight. While Rayen let loose a huge magical barrage, Shade blended blade and magic with deadly effect, always keeping his opponent of balance. If he stopped moving for even a moment, Shade would annihilate him faster than he could blink. Boleras was given a simple choice: dodge or die.
He chose wrong.
Boleras dug his steel-plated heels into the ground, and lashed out with his blade. He didn't even have time to complete the arc before Shade ducked beneath the sword and thrusted upwards with his longer weapon. The weapon slid through the space between the violet plates, pierced flesh, and speared the man's heart. Blood spurted; it ran down the hilt and stained Shade's gloves. Shade cleaned his blade and walked back to the group.
Suddenly, a figure materialized behind them, by the body. Rayen and the group turned around. Rayen had never actually seen one, just pictures, but one stood before him in vibrant life. It was a Wingly. While all the pictures of Winglies Rayen had seen were males, all akin to the legendary Wingly Lloyd of the Second Dragoon Campaign, this specimen was most definitely female. The mysterious girl looked young, about his age, maybe slightly older. Her platinum hair, the distinguishing mark of all Winglies, rippled downwards in waves and she bent over and picked up the dead man's Dragoon Spirit.
"Thanks for doing my work for me."
"As if you're getting away with it."
"Oh?"
Rayen drew his sword.
"Rayen, wait! You can't fight her without trans..."
Rayen didn't even let Shade complete his sentence before lunging. Shade, who had seen Winglies before and knew how they fought, but he was still blown away by their tremendous speed. The female Wingly merely backflipped into the air and delivered a vicious kick to the side of Rayen's face. Rayen tasted blood in his mouth, but he focused heat into his hand, creating a fireball, but the Wingly merely activated the energy wings that also distinguished Winglies from other races, and sped off to the north.
"DAMNIT!"
Rayen hurled the flare as far as he could, but it was quickly outpaced by the retreating form. He clenched his fists, but he eventually sighed and relaxed.
"So, what now?"
"She went north."
"So? She's not our enemy."
"She is now."
"I thought you weren't into revenge."
"I'm not. She wanted that Spirit for a reason. It didn't react to her."
"Whatever you say..."
They slowly walked off the blasted battlefield, and into the car, not really knowing their destination.
Chapter 15
"What kept you?"
"Can it and get in the car."
"My, we seem slightly agitated at the moment."
"Damn straight. Now, GET IN THE GODDAMN CAR!"
"Alright, alright."
Dawn pushed past Rayen and sat down in the back. Rayen closed the door, and she looked at him.
"What the hell is your problem, anyway?"
"Isn't it obvious? We need to find Boleras."
"We're not pressed for time or anything..."
"Yes, we are. As soon as he's done killing monsters, the media will swamp him. Hell, we don't even know he's still fighting. We might be too late."
Shade had returned from changing. He was back in his black martial artist's outfit, tying his night blue sash.
"No, we won't. After all, his cameraman lackey needs good footage for the 6 o'clock news."
"Do I detect a hint of cynicism?"
"Yes."
"There he is."
Phil pointed, and the three other Dragoons saw the man in violet armor dodging and weaving among a small pack of beasts.
"That has got to be the biggest goddamn toothpick I have ever seen."
At first, Rayen didn't know what Phil was talking about, but then he saw Boleras's weapon. It was a sword, with a blade that looked about six feet long, but was relatively thin, and Rayen had to admit it did appear like a giant metal toothpick. Standing a few feet away was a short man with a television camera, recording the battle. Phil brought the motorhome to a stop, and they stealthily disembarked. Phil snuck up behind the cameraman, and in a split second, shoved the tip of his spear through the recorder, and knocked out the device's pilot with a quick swing of the butt end. The man fell, unconscious, at their feet just as the Thunder Dragoon finished off the last of the monsters. He turned around.
"Well, did you get good foot... who the hell are you?"
"It's not important. All we want is information."
"How exactly do you plan on getting it?"
"From you, naturally."
"Do you even have a clue who I am?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Then you really believe you can fight a Dragoon?"
"Sure. We're Dragoons too."
"Yeah, right."
Rayen exhibited his Spirit as evidence. It shown with a ruby radiance that mimicked the amethyst glow from the purple Dragon Knight's. Boleras stared in disbelief for a moment, then came to his senses with a shake of his head.
"Well, in that case, I shall have to kill you. You see, this gig has given me all I've ever wanted. Fame, money. I'm a household name. I can't have other people muscling in on my limelight."
"For some reason this doesn't surprise me."
Shade stepped up.
"I'll do it."
"If you want."
Shade drew his onyx Spirit and focused his mind the power of darkness. The shadowy electricity raced around his body in an intricate web, forming the plates of his armor and the bones of his wings. The leathery skin of the wings was formed by the inky blackness of the void. He drew both his blades, and they too were transformed by the dark yet not evil magic. The transformation completed with a flash of darkness that dimmed the midday sun.
Boleras didn't even wait until the end of Shade's transformation before charging. However, he was a fair distance from the Dark Dragon Knight, and Shade had time to counter before the sword was within reach. He leapt over behind his opponent and lunged in with both blades. Boleras, however, blocked the serrated blade with the hilt of his own, and he twisted his wrist so the longer sword was blocked as well. His sword was long enough that he wasn't hard-pressed to block both, as Rayen was, and Shade's weapon trapping had little effect on a six-foot blade.
The two Dragoons became a flashing tempest of whirling swords. As Shade blocked his adversary's strike, Boleras did a very dishonorable thing. With his free arm, he pulled back and slammed his fist into Shade's face. The ninja stumbled back, blood streaming from his broken nose. Shade responded by sending a black bolt of energy his way, flinging the Thunder Dragoon backwards. As his opponent looked on in shock, Shade realized the same thing Rayen had against the Jade Dragoon; his opponents had not yet learned to use magic. As with Rayen, this gave Shade a definite advantage over his rival.
What Shade did next, however, was substantially different than Rayen and his fight. While Rayen let loose a huge magical barrage, Shade blended blade and magic with deadly effect, always keeping his opponent of balance. If he stopped moving for even a moment, Shade would annihilate him faster than he could blink. Boleras was given a simple choice: dodge or die.
He chose wrong.
Boleras dug his steel-plated heels into the ground, and lashed out with his blade. He didn't even have time to complete the arc before Shade ducked beneath the sword and thrusted upwards with his longer weapon. The weapon slid through the space between the violet plates, pierced flesh, and speared the man's heart. Blood spurted; it ran down the hilt and stained Shade's gloves. Shade cleaned his blade and walked back to the group.
Suddenly, a figure materialized behind them, by the body. Rayen and the group turned around. Rayen had never actually seen one, just pictures, but one stood before him in vibrant life. It was a Wingly. While all the pictures of Winglies Rayen had seen were males, all akin to the legendary Wingly Lloyd of the Second Dragoon Campaign, this specimen was most definitely female. The mysterious girl looked young, about his age, maybe slightly older. Her platinum hair, the distinguishing mark of all Winglies, rippled downwards in waves and she bent over and picked up the dead man's Dragoon Spirit.
"Thanks for doing my work for me."
"As if you're getting away with it."
"Oh?"
Rayen drew his sword.
"Rayen, wait! You can't fight her without trans..."
Rayen didn't even let Shade complete his sentence before lunging. Shade, who had seen Winglies before and knew how they fought, but he was still blown away by their tremendous speed. The female Wingly merely backflipped into the air and delivered a vicious kick to the side of Rayen's face. Rayen tasted blood in his mouth, but he focused heat into his hand, creating a fireball, but the Wingly merely activated the energy wings that also distinguished Winglies from other races, and sped off to the north.
"DAMNIT!"
Rayen hurled the flare as far as he could, but it was quickly outpaced by the retreating form. He clenched his fists, but he eventually sighed and relaxed.
"So, what now?"
"She went north."
"So? She's not our enemy."
"She is now."
"I thought you weren't into revenge."
"I'm not. She wanted that Spirit for a reason. It didn't react to her."
"Whatever you say..."
They slowly walked off the blasted battlefield, and into the car, not really knowing their destination.