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Chapter 5
Dart arrived at the fallen moon within the hour, and his dragoon energy was waning, so as he landed at the foot of the moon, he deactivated the dragoon spirit. The trail through the moon was the same as he remembered from ten years ago; it led through different parts of the world he lived in. As he reached the center of the moon he could feel almighty presents.
"It's about time you showed up." Said Dart's look-a-like.
"I had a few problems with you virages." Dart said in a grim tone.
"If you had a problem fighting them, you just might die to my sword Dart." The cloaked figure said as he drew his sword from its scabbard at his side.
"I will not die to you or any other until I have found Shana."
"I'm sure. Draw your sword, and defend yourself true Dart."
Dart let the cape he was wearing drop to the ground and let the tie to his sword fall. Just as Dart's sword came loose from its scabbard, the man in the cloak jumped at him. The swords made metallic music as thrust and parry were timed and executed. Neither of the two could find a weakness in the other's stance, and so the fighting continued, and slowly, Dart's opponent began to gain ground on him, and Dart began to give. Dart's copy then made a mistake, his eyes were glued to Dart, not the ground, and he stumbled on the cape Dart had dropped. His foot caught the cape and he fell forward. Dart didn't miss the chance, his sword now protruded from the man's back, a look of total shock was displayed on his face. Blood ran down the edge of the sword, and the thick red liquid gushed from the fighter's mouth, and onto Dart. In disgust, he put his foot against the man's chest and pushed him off of the blade. Clutching his belly where the sword had entered, the man began to laugh. He picked himself up and look at Dart.
"Ha ha, hid you forget something Dart?" he asked, spreading his arms out to his sides "I am Soa!" he grabbed his sword and charged Dart again. Out of pure shock, Dart barely got his sword up to defend himself, and though he diverted the sword from piercing his chest, the opposing sword bit deep into his bicep. Then the cloaked man mad his second mistake. The blood on his hands made the sword slip in his grip and he lost control of it. For that, Dart cleanly removed his head from his shoulders. The head rolled, and stopped, looking at Dart with lifeless eyes. The body fell to its knees, and then slumped over forward.
"Well, I never did worship you." Dart said to himself.
Chapter 5
Dart arrived at the fallen moon within the hour, and his dragoon energy was waning, so as he landed at the foot of the moon, he deactivated the dragoon spirit. The trail through the moon was the same as he remembered from ten years ago; it led through different parts of the world he lived in. As he reached the center of the moon he could feel almighty presents.
"It's about time you showed up." Said Dart's look-a-like.
"I had a few problems with you virages." Dart said in a grim tone.
"If you had a problem fighting them, you just might die to my sword Dart." The cloaked figure said as he drew his sword from its scabbard at his side.
"I will not die to you or any other until I have found Shana."
"I'm sure. Draw your sword, and defend yourself true Dart."
Dart let the cape he was wearing drop to the ground and let the tie to his sword fall. Just as Dart's sword came loose from its scabbard, the man in the cloak jumped at him. The swords made metallic music as thrust and parry were timed and executed. Neither of the two could find a weakness in the other's stance, and so the fighting continued, and slowly, Dart's opponent began to gain ground on him, and Dart began to give. Dart's copy then made a mistake, his eyes were glued to Dart, not the ground, and he stumbled on the cape Dart had dropped. His foot caught the cape and he fell forward. Dart didn't miss the chance, his sword now protruded from the man's back, a look of total shock was displayed on his face. Blood ran down the edge of the sword, and the thick red liquid gushed from the fighter's mouth, and onto Dart. In disgust, he put his foot against the man's chest and pushed him off of the blade. Clutching his belly where the sword had entered, the man began to laugh. He picked himself up and look at Dart.
"Ha ha, hid you forget something Dart?" he asked, spreading his arms out to his sides "I am Soa!" he grabbed his sword and charged Dart again. Out of pure shock, Dart barely got his sword up to defend himself, and though he diverted the sword from piercing his chest, the opposing sword bit deep into his bicep. Then the cloaked man mad his second mistake. The blood on his hands made the sword slip in his grip and he lost control of it. For that, Dart cleanly removed his head from his shoulders. The head rolled, and stopped, looking at Dart with lifeless eyes. The body fell to its knees, and then slumped over forward.
"Well, I never did worship you." Dart said to himself.