Disclaimer: Same as chapter 1. Well, it's come down to this. These final chapters! *sniff* Please read and review!
The Return of the Excalibur
Zeramon watched as the blue energy was sucked completely into Sly and his sword.
"It can't be!" Zeramon said aloud.
In the woods, the bad guys just stared at the racoon in disbelief.
"What just happened?" The Panda King asked as he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"I think...Sly's power just increased 10-fold." Clockwerk stated.
"Is this a bad thing, or is he still no match for Zeramon?" Scales asked in disbelief.
"I don't know! I hope he can still beat him." Muggshot said.
In the center of the arena, sly finally absorbed all the energy. His sword changed. The blade was now 4 foot long and shined with the polished steel. The blade was made of gold, and had two blue jewels on each side of the hilt. One red jewels was in the center of the handle. He looked up at Zeramon through an angry glare. Zeramon just stood there, staring at the boy in disbelief.
"I said you wouldn't win." Sly stated.
Zeramon started sweating. He eyed the sword Sly had clenched in his right hand. It had a small blue aura around it's blade.
"You...you... Have the Excalibur." Zeramon managed to get out.
"Yep. Now get ready to DIE, you bastard!" Sly screamed. He jumped toward Zeramon. He just appeared as a blur. Sly appeared before Zeramon and punched his cheek, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"How'd you get so fast? You were on me in an instant!" Zeramon asked angrily as he rubbed his cheek. "And how'd you make that jump? IT was over 100 yards!"
"You have my feelings for Carmelita to thank. And my friends. Now LET THEM GO!" Sly commanded.
"You'll get your friends back when you destroy the Taznagolon! As if you cold ever manage that in a lifetime, much less 60 minutes!" Zeramon laughed as he got up and struck a defensive stance. Sly charged toward him and one again, appeared right in his face. He swung his sword and hit Zeramon. Zeramon back flipped and landed of few feet from the young fighter.
"HA! Not much of a hit you fool! I can heal myself! Watch!" Zeramon roared. He grunted and a small black cloud of magic appeared on his cheek. He just smiled at Sly. Sly returned the smile. When the small cloud cleared, the large cut on Zeramon's cheek was still there.
"WHAT IS THIS?" Zeramon roared. Sly just chuckled.
"I told thought you knew." Sly taunted.
"Knew what?" Zeramon threatened.
"That your magic will no longer have any effect, since the Excalibur has appeared." Sly stated as he ready his sword, awaiting Zeramon's return strike.
"Well, it appears that this contest cannot be decided by talking, but by our skills with our blades." Zeramon said as he ran at Sly.
"Bring it on!" Sly cried as he ran at Zeramon. The fight ensued. Sly sliced at Zeramon from the right. Zeramon disappeared in flash and tried to cut Sly from the back. Sly just stepped to the right and swung his sword backward, catching Zeramon off guard. Zeramon parried with his sword, twisted Sly's to the right, and tried to slice im in half from the top. Sly blocked just as the blade stated to cut his hair. Then Sly pushed back Zeramon's blade and swung upward. Zeramon blocked. Zeramon swung to the right, but sly jumped, did a back flip, landed behind Zeramon and swung at him. Zeramon did the same to him. Sly blocked his swing and the final fight continued.
Of course, the combatants just appeared as blurs and the sword slashes and strikes and flashes of light to everyone else. The bad guys and the remaining leaders.
Then it happened. Both fighters swords clashed and they just began pushing on each others swords. Then each fighter began to surround themselves with their color energy. From a distance, it looked as though a blue ball of energy was pushing against a black one. The swords just pushed on each other as sparks flew out from amidst the clashing blades. Neither combatant was giving ground. The Taznagolon had a 12 spirits floating in it Sly observed. His friends and one was his lover.
Then he saw 2 images in his mind. One was of him and Carmelita, sitting on a porch swing in front of a brick, two story house in the suburbs of Paris during fall. A 16 month old baby girl fox tugged on Sly's leg. He picked her up and she snuggled up in his lap. Carmelita held a newborn baby boy racoon in her arms, bottle feeding it. He saw his fiends, the Star Fox leaders, and even Yusake and the gang, walk up to the porch. Fox and Krystal had a couple of babies themselves. A 16 month old girl that was Krystal's color and a baby boy Fox's color. Kurama had his arms around Botan and she had a diamond ring on her finger. It was a wonderful image. Then the other image appeared. It was awful. It showed a black field and a burning city. The nit showed a graveyard. 12 graves caught his eye. His friends. Then he saw himself. Dead, lying on the ground where Zeramon had killed him. Then Zeramon's face appeared, breathed in flame. It laughed manically. These were not images, but the future if he were to fail or to win. Sly knew he had to win for Lylat, his friends, and his unborn children. If he failed, none of them would have a future.
"NO!" Sly cried aloud at the image. Then both fighters heard a small sound. A squeaky cracking sound. One of the swords was breaking.