Author's Note: I specifically stated in the last chapter that Kyra is NOT a
skitzo, but noooooo, you people just don't listen to me, do you? Humph.
DDX, I noticed that too. Kyra is a lot like Rose, although that wasn't
intentional on my part. That's just how she came out. Just like how Shade
is kinda like Kanzas. The whole lust for revenge thing that leads them both
to learn that it doesn't actually satisfy anything, yeah.
Anyway, the Golden Dragoon with the hard-to-spell name is Oraeus, and his son is Artaeris. No, Artaeris hasn't gotten a Dragoon Spirit yet. You never know, though...
60 chapters and no end in sight. Maybe I'll just keep this fic going forever. Then when you people are all old and grey and I'm on chapter 60,000,000 I can then laugh at you people just because I made you all read this for 60 years. O_o Or not.
There's only one Divine Dragon at once, so it's impossible for it to mate and spawn new ones. However, Sean's Spirit came from the Dragon that came from the dimension that the Dragons had been trapped in before they entered Endiness, so technically the Divine Dragoon Spirit that belonged to Dart should still be out there somewhere...
As for the Dragon Block Staff, it's true, the enemy could reforge it by using the demon Samovar, but Rayen and the others haven't appeared to have thought of that yet, and let's hope the enemy doesn't either.
Chapter 61
Sean pushed himself over the gleaming battlement of the crystal battlement, plummeting to the snowy earth below. Ignoring the wind that whipped through his hair, the Divine Dragoon reached for his pearl Spirit, and the Spirit burst into radiant light. The six wings sprouted from his back, and he fanned them wide, catching himself before he splattered across the ground. Unstrapping his ranseur from his back, he sped towards the battle, where several of the Dragoons were already fighting.
Oraeus swung his axe downward, cleaving a foe in two. He swiped his weapon upwards, then curved it down again. He grabbed his axe in both hands, then drove it downwards. "Grand Spire."
The heavy spike at the bottom of the axe's haft penetrated the ground with ease, and gigantic earthen spikes burst from the ground, impaling the enemies around him. He wrenched his weapon free from the earth, then began swinging it in its deadly flashing dance once more. He looked to Nieva, who was fighting nearby. "Remember, battle is an art form. Let it flow."
The Sacred Sister growled. "Easy for you to say." She slashed hard to the right with her rapier, then spun it upwards, then back down again. Pulling it back, she thrusted the narrow blade forward. Lifting her weapon to strike another foe down, only to find a spear hurtling through the air and shoving itself through the enemy first. She pulled it from the ground, searching for the owner. Looking upwards, she smiled and threw it into the air. "You dropped this."
A jade gauntlet plucked the weapon out of the air and began to spin it deftly, the spear dancing between the emerald fingers. Phil smirked. "Did I? Clumsy me." Moving the spear above his head, winds swirled about the Jade Dragoon. "Gaspless!"
The tornado ripped through the enemy line, scattering the demons into panicked factions. The Dragoons worked quickly, cutting off each group and preventing the enemy from regrouping. The Jade Dragoon stood back to admire his handiwork, then spotted motion behind him. "A little late, but at least they showed up."
Shade had arrived, along with the recruits. The Dark Dragoon calmly activated his Spirit as the others split off to deal with the surging tide of darkness. For some reason, this wave was made up entirely of a huge ground force. Therefore, it was necessary for the Dragoons to whittle this division down until Rayen could finish off the rest with a single spell. Upon completion of his transformation, Shade did not draw his weapons. He braced himself, planting his feet firmly and raising his open hands.
Unlike some of the others, Shade did not have an original spell he had prepared. His was merely a twist upon an older spell, but Shade felt it was effective enough. His fingertips began to pulse gently with a shifting light. "Astral Assault."
The ten adversaries unfortunate enough to be closest to Shade when he began the spell felt their life force being drained from their bodies, absorbed into each of Shade's fingers. Even as they fell lifeless to the ground, their bodies dissolving into smoke, the glow of what had been their life energy was spreading from Shade's fingers to his hands. He leapt into the air, then spread his wings wide, holding himself suspended, beating them occasionally to keep himself aloft. The blue-green glow formed a globe around Shade's hands, and he drew them back, preparing to strike.
Unlike the Astral Drain spell he had derived this new technique from, Shade used the life energy he absorbed to further punish his foes, making it useful in a large group such as this. He thrusted his hands forwards, or downwards, considering he was hanging upside down, and released the absorbed energy in the form of hundreds of small projectiles that hurtled to the mass of black below, wreaking havoc among the ranks. Shade drew his weapons, and focused what remained of the spell into the two blades. Folding his wings to his sides, he fell from the air, driving the swords into the ground in the process. The remaining life force erupted from the earth in a dazzling blast that totaled all of the soldiers in the vicinity. Shade yanked his swords from the snow and gave a brief nod of satisfaction before diving back into the fray.
Dawn lifted a silver-gloved hand to the sky. "Dying Star." With her free hand, she brought the curved tip of her berdiche to rest near the large diamond in the center of her headband, which began to gleam with a clear, pure luminescence. As if in response, there was a brief glint in the sky of the same pure light before it winked out. Before it left the sky, however, the two intermingled, forming an orb of light in her uplifted hand. Revolving in the air, she hurled the ball among the troops. Like a true dying star, the miniature nova detonated, sending a wave of searing light in all directions.
Kyra turned to Rayen, giving him a questioning look. He shook his head. Not yet, the force was still too large. Snarling, the Violet Dragoon dove back into the battle, her claws flashing in the sunlight. Rayen stood and watched, admiring the magic his comrades had created. Soon the time would come.
Aquaria soared loftily over the enemy division, searching for the best place to wreak her destruction. Finally, she found her spot, then stopped. Reaching into the raging waters of her element, she formed an orb of frost that hung in the air. "Freezing Pulse!" Raising her hammer, she struck it, shattering it into a burst of ice that coated everything in the area, freezing them solid. Landing, she smirked and knocked off the head of a frozen bear.
A gray gauntlet caught the head, crushing it into hundreds of miniscule slivers of ice. Sean lifted his cannon, the frosty splinters falling from his mailed hand. "Very funny. Divine Dragon Cannon!" The white-blue beam sliced through the dark troops, wiping them from existence in a flash.
Rayen finally nodded. Now it was time. All of the Dragoons saw the light burst from his quartz Spirit and backed up. None of them wanted to be in the way. Rayen stood in the armor of the Guardian Dragoon, taking to the air even as he reached into the pool of elements that surged within him.
The gray and black stripes overwhelmed the others, and for a terrifying moment, some even thought he had become the Apocalypse Dragoon. Soon, however, this fear was dispelled, as he turned to the troops, his gaze firm. He lifted his blade. "The choking night sucks life like a leech, as the empty blade slices through the dark clouds, severing all ties. Parasite Blade."
A cloud of pure darkness formed in the air, then lowered to the earth, until the black demons were indistinguishable from the dismal mist around them. Then, they were visible again as the cloud turned gray from stealing their life and altering it into the energies of the void. The cloud, now radiant silver, lifted back into the air, and an argent beam burst from the vapor, striking Birathion. As the sword surged with the energy, Rayen swung the Protector, releasing the life force into a razor-sharp wave that sliced through the air. As Rayen had prophesized, the blade of emptiness cut through the amassed devils with no resistance, splitting them all in two.
Finally, the legion was no more, and Rayen raised a hand, dispelling the wave. Returning Birathion to its sheath, he turned to Phil, smiling. But his grin faded when he saw the look on the Jade Dragoon's face and the single finger he was holding in the air. Rayen turned, and saw something very big, very strong, and very, very ugly pulling itself through the portal.
It was black as night, and stood towering over all it surveyed. It was misshapen and deformed, as if its mere creation was some sort of freak mishap. Its left arm was small with a huge clawed hand that was far out of proportion with the arm, so far in fact, that it was difficult to understand how the beast was able to lift it. Its right arm, however, was gigantic, and it ended not in claws, but with hundreds of tiny tentacles surrounding a gap in the hand. Three enormous, bulbous, night-blue eyes blinked from the triangular head. It was a Shadow Virage, a horrible mutation of the Winglies' ultimate invention.
"Shit," Rayen swore as he drew his blade once more. The Virage let out an earsplitting roar and took an earthshaking step towards the Dragoons. Rayen tensed, gripping the twin dragons of Birathion's hilt.
This was not going to be fun.
Author's Note: Yes, Regrem was right, the 'three-eye' those two mysterious people were talking about at the end of last chapter was indeed a Virage. Mwahaha.
Oh, and by the way, Rayen will find it more difficult in the future because those spells he's been using take up an incredible amount of magical energy. That's why he can only use one or two at once. So yeah. Okey dokey, that chapter was longer than usual, because I realize the chapters have been really short lately.
Anyway, the Golden Dragoon with the hard-to-spell name is Oraeus, and his son is Artaeris. No, Artaeris hasn't gotten a Dragoon Spirit yet. You never know, though...
60 chapters and no end in sight. Maybe I'll just keep this fic going forever. Then when you people are all old and grey and I'm on chapter 60,000,000 I can then laugh at you people just because I made you all read this for 60 years. O_o Or not.
There's only one Divine Dragon at once, so it's impossible for it to mate and spawn new ones. However, Sean's Spirit came from the Dragon that came from the dimension that the Dragons had been trapped in before they entered Endiness, so technically the Divine Dragoon Spirit that belonged to Dart should still be out there somewhere...
As for the Dragon Block Staff, it's true, the enemy could reforge it by using the demon Samovar, but Rayen and the others haven't appeared to have thought of that yet, and let's hope the enemy doesn't either.
Chapter 61
Sean pushed himself over the gleaming battlement of the crystal battlement, plummeting to the snowy earth below. Ignoring the wind that whipped through his hair, the Divine Dragoon reached for his pearl Spirit, and the Spirit burst into radiant light. The six wings sprouted from his back, and he fanned them wide, catching himself before he splattered across the ground. Unstrapping his ranseur from his back, he sped towards the battle, where several of the Dragoons were already fighting.
Oraeus swung his axe downward, cleaving a foe in two. He swiped his weapon upwards, then curved it down again. He grabbed his axe in both hands, then drove it downwards. "Grand Spire."
The heavy spike at the bottom of the axe's haft penetrated the ground with ease, and gigantic earthen spikes burst from the ground, impaling the enemies around him. He wrenched his weapon free from the earth, then began swinging it in its deadly flashing dance once more. He looked to Nieva, who was fighting nearby. "Remember, battle is an art form. Let it flow."
The Sacred Sister growled. "Easy for you to say." She slashed hard to the right with her rapier, then spun it upwards, then back down again. Pulling it back, she thrusted the narrow blade forward. Lifting her weapon to strike another foe down, only to find a spear hurtling through the air and shoving itself through the enemy first. She pulled it from the ground, searching for the owner. Looking upwards, she smiled and threw it into the air. "You dropped this."
A jade gauntlet plucked the weapon out of the air and began to spin it deftly, the spear dancing between the emerald fingers. Phil smirked. "Did I? Clumsy me." Moving the spear above his head, winds swirled about the Jade Dragoon. "Gaspless!"
The tornado ripped through the enemy line, scattering the demons into panicked factions. The Dragoons worked quickly, cutting off each group and preventing the enemy from regrouping. The Jade Dragoon stood back to admire his handiwork, then spotted motion behind him. "A little late, but at least they showed up."
Shade had arrived, along with the recruits. The Dark Dragoon calmly activated his Spirit as the others split off to deal with the surging tide of darkness. For some reason, this wave was made up entirely of a huge ground force. Therefore, it was necessary for the Dragoons to whittle this division down until Rayen could finish off the rest with a single spell. Upon completion of his transformation, Shade did not draw his weapons. He braced himself, planting his feet firmly and raising his open hands.
Unlike some of the others, Shade did not have an original spell he had prepared. His was merely a twist upon an older spell, but Shade felt it was effective enough. His fingertips began to pulse gently with a shifting light. "Astral Assault."
The ten adversaries unfortunate enough to be closest to Shade when he began the spell felt their life force being drained from their bodies, absorbed into each of Shade's fingers. Even as they fell lifeless to the ground, their bodies dissolving into smoke, the glow of what had been their life energy was spreading from Shade's fingers to his hands. He leapt into the air, then spread his wings wide, holding himself suspended, beating them occasionally to keep himself aloft. The blue-green glow formed a globe around Shade's hands, and he drew them back, preparing to strike.
Unlike the Astral Drain spell he had derived this new technique from, Shade used the life energy he absorbed to further punish his foes, making it useful in a large group such as this. He thrusted his hands forwards, or downwards, considering he was hanging upside down, and released the absorbed energy in the form of hundreds of small projectiles that hurtled to the mass of black below, wreaking havoc among the ranks. Shade drew his weapons, and focused what remained of the spell into the two blades. Folding his wings to his sides, he fell from the air, driving the swords into the ground in the process. The remaining life force erupted from the earth in a dazzling blast that totaled all of the soldiers in the vicinity. Shade yanked his swords from the snow and gave a brief nod of satisfaction before diving back into the fray.
Dawn lifted a silver-gloved hand to the sky. "Dying Star." With her free hand, she brought the curved tip of her berdiche to rest near the large diamond in the center of her headband, which began to gleam with a clear, pure luminescence. As if in response, there was a brief glint in the sky of the same pure light before it winked out. Before it left the sky, however, the two intermingled, forming an orb of light in her uplifted hand. Revolving in the air, she hurled the ball among the troops. Like a true dying star, the miniature nova detonated, sending a wave of searing light in all directions.
Kyra turned to Rayen, giving him a questioning look. He shook his head. Not yet, the force was still too large. Snarling, the Violet Dragoon dove back into the battle, her claws flashing in the sunlight. Rayen stood and watched, admiring the magic his comrades had created. Soon the time would come.
Aquaria soared loftily over the enemy division, searching for the best place to wreak her destruction. Finally, she found her spot, then stopped. Reaching into the raging waters of her element, she formed an orb of frost that hung in the air. "Freezing Pulse!" Raising her hammer, she struck it, shattering it into a burst of ice that coated everything in the area, freezing them solid. Landing, she smirked and knocked off the head of a frozen bear.
A gray gauntlet caught the head, crushing it into hundreds of miniscule slivers of ice. Sean lifted his cannon, the frosty splinters falling from his mailed hand. "Very funny. Divine Dragon Cannon!" The white-blue beam sliced through the dark troops, wiping them from existence in a flash.
Rayen finally nodded. Now it was time. All of the Dragoons saw the light burst from his quartz Spirit and backed up. None of them wanted to be in the way. Rayen stood in the armor of the Guardian Dragoon, taking to the air even as he reached into the pool of elements that surged within him.
The gray and black stripes overwhelmed the others, and for a terrifying moment, some even thought he had become the Apocalypse Dragoon. Soon, however, this fear was dispelled, as he turned to the troops, his gaze firm. He lifted his blade. "The choking night sucks life like a leech, as the empty blade slices through the dark clouds, severing all ties. Parasite Blade."
A cloud of pure darkness formed in the air, then lowered to the earth, until the black demons were indistinguishable from the dismal mist around them. Then, they were visible again as the cloud turned gray from stealing their life and altering it into the energies of the void. The cloud, now radiant silver, lifted back into the air, and an argent beam burst from the vapor, striking Birathion. As the sword surged with the energy, Rayen swung the Protector, releasing the life force into a razor-sharp wave that sliced through the air. As Rayen had prophesized, the blade of emptiness cut through the amassed devils with no resistance, splitting them all in two.
Finally, the legion was no more, and Rayen raised a hand, dispelling the wave. Returning Birathion to its sheath, he turned to Phil, smiling. But his grin faded when he saw the look on the Jade Dragoon's face and the single finger he was holding in the air. Rayen turned, and saw something very big, very strong, and very, very ugly pulling itself through the portal.
It was black as night, and stood towering over all it surveyed. It was misshapen and deformed, as if its mere creation was some sort of freak mishap. Its left arm was small with a huge clawed hand that was far out of proportion with the arm, so far in fact, that it was difficult to understand how the beast was able to lift it. Its right arm, however, was gigantic, and it ended not in claws, but with hundreds of tiny tentacles surrounding a gap in the hand. Three enormous, bulbous, night-blue eyes blinked from the triangular head. It was a Shadow Virage, a horrible mutation of the Winglies' ultimate invention.
"Shit," Rayen swore as he drew his blade once more. The Virage let out an earsplitting roar and took an earthshaking step towards the Dragoons. Rayen tensed, gripping the twin dragons of Birathion's hilt.
This was not going to be fun.
Author's Note: Yes, Regrem was right, the 'three-eye' those two mysterious people were talking about at the end of last chapter was indeed a Virage. Mwahaha.
Oh, and by the way, Rayen will find it more difficult in the future because those spells he's been using take up an incredible amount of magical energy. That's why he can only use one or two at once. So yeah. Okey dokey, that chapter was longer than usual, because I realize the chapters have been really short lately.