Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story except Magicka.
Author's Notes: I decided I'm not doing anymore chapters until I get a total of & reviews. But here is the probably last chapter if I don't' get any reviews from someone other than The Zelda Master.
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Ch. 4 - Thy Kingdom Come
"Pathetic fool… your ass is mine!" yelled Spawn as swung his axe right toward Necrid's chest, as Necrid made a quick duck and countered by phasing an axe himself, bringing it towards Spawn's thigh. Spawn took the blow and flew back a couple of feet, but landed roughly on his feet. Necrid charged at Spawn, and the knight of hell was ready. It all happened in a flash, and the bout had been finished, to quick for the mortal eye to see the extreme maneuver pulled to win the battle.
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Hate. Burning fury. Rage. Despair. Incompetence towards others. Those are the only things that would cross Nightmare's mind as he went into the Zweihander style. His Soul Edge's eye was rolling madly and he looked snidely at the boy in front of him, the boy he only recognized as the apprentice of Cervantes de Leon', his immortal foe. The man was not wearing a pirate uniform as he had expected, knowing that's what Cervantes and his young would wear, but he was wearing no shirt, fisherman pants, and heavy boots. "How… different" he thought to himself.
Nightmare knew he had to defeat the boy so he could gain back a shard of his precious Soul Edge, and use it's destructive power once again. The two began to battle, and Nightmare was impressed with his skill, though, not as annoyed.
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"Damn it…" Magicka thought to himself. Nightmare was far quicker with the Zweihander style than you would expect, with such a large blade as Soul Edge. All he was thinking was, that if could defeat Nightmare, he could take Soul Edge and add his own shards, then all he needed to do was defeat the other warriors carrying shards and add them to the blade. Simple enough, right? Not exactly. It had seemed like forever now, and they were both still going strong.
Nightmare charged at him and Magicka guarded by crossing his Enciphered Rage javelin and Zephyr Wind dirk. Nightmare hit it with full force, and the two warriors were locked. Nightmare snidely questioned him, "Persistent, aren't we?" Magicka having to make his rude cracks went along with, "Ugly, aren't we?" This only angered Nightmare more, as he then used the locked position to his advantage, by tightening the locked guards and launching Magicka into the air. Being on a high windmill, Nightmare decided best to toss him towards the edge of the arena. He landed on his knees and skidded to a halt, stopping right in front of a long way down.
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There Necrid fell, to his knees groaning in pain, as Spawn put his foot on his back and grabbed the shard off his neck. It hadn't been to long ago, Spawn was sent from the hell pits of New York through time, landing here in this past world. When Spawn was pulled here through a portal, he felt as if there were two other beings coming with him, though, he never saw them. "But", he thought," I could smell them, feel them, and almost taste them. He knew that one of the beings that entered the portal was from his own time, but the other felt foreign. What did it mean?
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Maxi was ready to give up, he couldn't figure out who was attacking them and why. All he knew was cannons were blazing their songs of war, and smoke was everywhere. He could barely see Talim let alone the enemy ship. But they continued fighting the onslaught of enemies that boarded their vessel, and this Link character was helping enormously as well. He watched as the stranger blocked pistol shot so easily and took out other fighters with a single blow. It wasn't as if Maxi or Talim couldn't do this as well, but it was quite a site to see someone you just met perform so beautifully in the art of self-defense.
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Raphael had been traveling for quite sometime now, trusting his instincts to find another shard of Soul Edge. He knew he wasn't to far from a warrior, whether they had a shard or not, he did not know. He continued his traveling until he finally saw what he sought after, and by the looks, this warrior most likely had a shard. The warrior spun around, ready for him as he calmly replied, "Bonjour'" and he stared coldly into this women's beautiful, Egyptian eyes.
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Author's Notes: I decided I'm not doing anymore chapters until I get a total of & reviews. But here is the probably last chapter if I don't' get any reviews from someone other than The Zelda Master.
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Ch. 4 - Thy Kingdom Come
"Pathetic fool… your ass is mine!" yelled Spawn as swung his axe right toward Necrid's chest, as Necrid made a quick duck and countered by phasing an axe himself, bringing it towards Spawn's thigh. Spawn took the blow and flew back a couple of feet, but landed roughly on his feet. Necrid charged at Spawn, and the knight of hell was ready. It all happened in a flash, and the bout had been finished, to quick for the mortal eye to see the extreme maneuver pulled to win the battle.
~*^*~
Hate. Burning fury. Rage. Despair. Incompetence towards others. Those are the only things that would cross Nightmare's mind as he went into the Zweihander style. His Soul Edge's eye was rolling madly and he looked snidely at the boy in front of him, the boy he only recognized as the apprentice of Cervantes de Leon', his immortal foe. The man was not wearing a pirate uniform as he had expected, knowing that's what Cervantes and his young would wear, but he was wearing no shirt, fisherman pants, and heavy boots. "How… different" he thought to himself.
Nightmare knew he had to defeat the boy so he could gain back a shard of his precious Soul Edge, and use it's destructive power once again. The two began to battle, and Nightmare was impressed with his skill, though, not as annoyed.
~*^*~
"Damn it…" Magicka thought to himself. Nightmare was far quicker with the Zweihander style than you would expect, with such a large blade as Soul Edge. All he was thinking was, that if could defeat Nightmare, he could take Soul Edge and add his own shards, then all he needed to do was defeat the other warriors carrying shards and add them to the blade. Simple enough, right? Not exactly. It had seemed like forever now, and they were both still going strong.
Nightmare charged at him and Magicka guarded by crossing his Enciphered Rage javelin and Zephyr Wind dirk. Nightmare hit it with full force, and the two warriors were locked. Nightmare snidely questioned him, "Persistent, aren't we?" Magicka having to make his rude cracks went along with, "Ugly, aren't we?" This only angered Nightmare more, as he then used the locked position to his advantage, by tightening the locked guards and launching Magicka into the air. Being on a high windmill, Nightmare decided best to toss him towards the edge of the arena. He landed on his knees and skidded to a halt, stopping right in front of a long way down.
~*^*~
There Necrid fell, to his knees groaning in pain, as Spawn put his foot on his back and grabbed the shard off his neck. It hadn't been to long ago, Spawn was sent from the hell pits of New York through time, landing here in this past world. When Spawn was pulled here through a portal, he felt as if there were two other beings coming with him, though, he never saw them. "But", he thought," I could smell them, feel them, and almost taste them. He knew that one of the beings that entered the portal was from his own time, but the other felt foreign. What did it mean?
~*^*~
Maxi was ready to give up, he couldn't figure out who was attacking them and why. All he knew was cannons were blazing their songs of war, and smoke was everywhere. He could barely see Talim let alone the enemy ship. But they continued fighting the onslaught of enemies that boarded their vessel, and this Link character was helping enormously as well. He watched as the stranger blocked pistol shot so easily and took out other fighters with a single blow. It wasn't as if Maxi or Talim couldn't do this as well, but it was quite a site to see someone you just met perform so beautifully in the art of self-defense.
~*^*~
Raphael had been traveling for quite sometime now, trusting his instincts to find another shard of Soul Edge. He knew he wasn't to far from a warrior, whether they had a shard or not, he did not know. He continued his traveling until he finally saw what he sought after, and by the looks, this warrior most likely had a shard. The warrior spun around, ready for him as he calmly replied, "Bonjour'" and he stared coldly into this women's beautiful, Egyptian eyes.
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