Beyblade: Final Battle
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Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade. What else is there to say?
Episode Fifteen: Fury of Dragoon.
Tyson clenched Driger tightly in his fist, barely restraining his anger. "I'll avenge you Ray... and that's a promise," he vowed, running towards the stairs that led to the second level. It was too late to back down by now. He was going to finish this right instant.... even if that meant defeating Zeo or some other blader. At any rate, it didn't make a difference. Tyson was going to trash any one who got in the way of his best friends.
Zeo examined the scene with mild interest. "Poor, misguided fool," he whispered softly, yet evilly. "His anger will push him to the limits. Such mistakes in beyblading will not get off unpunished..." He took a sip out of a mysterious substance, which appeared to be neon-green. He then wiped the remainder of his drink from his lip, and continued to watch the "movie".
Meanwhile, the second floor was soon within view. "Now who do I have to face?" Tyson asked, to no one in particular. Suddenly, ten red robot drones emerged from the walls, only these ones looked a little more high-tech; and they were painted in a fashionable red color, rather than the dull, gray variety.
"Meet the latest in Beyblade RoboTechnology: the Octo-Shooter 2.0, equipped with a bearing launcher mechanism. Fascinating, isn't it?" Zeo questioned. He snapped his fingers, triggering the auto-launch feature (handy!).
This short introduction was followed by the sound of a loud *BANG!*. Tyson launched Driger with the Magnum Launcher, with considerable force. He figured that Gaia Dragoon needed a break anyway. The light gray beyblade positioned itself in the center of the room, to anticipate what move the opponent would make next. "Interesting strategy, Tyson," Zeo announced over the loud-speakers. "Too bad you can't anticipate all ten of them." Zeo's words appeared to be true, as all ten blades did something different. Some of them jumped, stayed on defense, attacked head on, and even stuck on walls.
Tyson gritted his teeth. Their strategy was unpredictable. How was he supposed to fight like this? He figured he'd have to fight them one on one. "Driger, strike the closest enemy to your right," Tyson said. Sparks flew all over the ground as Driger zoomed towards the nearest blade, and smashed it full force. Even then, it only created a barely noticeable dent on it's blade base. These robotic blades had super defense!
"Curse it... even with full force I can't counter attack," Tyson realized, in shock. He had to stay focused, though. Beyblade wasn't just strength, as Kai had said, it had little to do with strength. You also had to have cunning, smarts, unpredictability, but most importantly the skills, focus, and training required to survive. But Tyson couldn't help but think there was something missing... something he hadn't quite realized. Still, he didn't have much time to dwell on it, since he was in the middle of a deciding battle at the moment.
He quickly snapped back into reality, to continue on with the battle. "Initiate the mirage formation," Zeo commanded. The ten beyblades glowed with approval, as they all formed a circle around Dragoon. Then, without warning, they spun counter-clockwise, creating the illusion that there were at least thirty of them. Tyson panicked, watching as the beyblades spin like that gave him a huge migraine. He then noticed that Driger was slowly losing spin, every time the opponents spun in a full circle. Of course... since Driger's gear was configured for right spin, massive winds to the other direction would surely slow it down. The ten beyblades were like a small tornado; slowly waiting to suck in it's prey.
Tyson gulped. How was he to escape this one? "DRIGER!" Tyson shouted, watching it getting shredded apart.
*Flashback*
"I'll beat you Tyson; even without a bit beast!" Ray claimed.
*End flashback*
He remembered that even though Ray had lost his bit beast, he was still confident in defeating Tyson. And he did... even though Dragoon had been summoned. Ray had enough skill to survive, even after losing all hope on Driger.
Tyson grinned. "You're wrong Zeo. I can counter their moves," he yelled. "Driger, tiger claw attack!" The beyblade glow mystically. Tyson could have sworn he heard the voice of Driger call out his name, but he chose to ignore it. He watched as the beyblade crushed the nearest beyblade, shredding it into bits. It then proceeded to destroy all of the other blades. It was weird... just a few minutes ago it wasn't able to counter attack, but now it was shredding through them like a knife on a stick of butter.
"Very impressive, Tyson," Zeo called out over the speakers. "However, our third level will have you quavering." The drones retreated into their dorms.
"Bring it on, Zeo. Bring it on," Tyson murmured. He ran up the stairs to the third level, only to stop midway. He saw a familiar blue beyblade on the ground, it's bit beast absent. There was no mistaking it... this was Kai's Dranzer. By now, Tyson was boiling hot with anger. He picked up the beyblade, and headed continued on to the next level.
Elsewhere, a group of Zagart's scientists were monitoring the situation. "Sir, anger level is at 81% and rising," one of them reported.
"Excellent..." Zagart said, folding his hands. "Soon, we will see the full capability of the one called 'Tyson'." They watched intently as Tyson made his way to the third floor, panting. It was time.
Tyson clutched his stomach, gasping for breath. "Come out, you cowards!" he yelled. As he said this, twenty blue drones emerged from their hiding spots, ready to strike.
A voice crackled over the speakers. "This will be your last challenge before you face our top blader. Good luck, because you'll need it." The voice crackled off, leaving Tyson to face the drones.
"I'll trash these dumb drones into next week," Tyson snarled. He took out Dranzer, and attached it to his Magnum shooter. This was his chance to avenge Kai, his rival, but also his friend. "Let ir rip!" He launched the beyblade so hard, that he could feel the pain in his arm muscles. The dark blue beyblade jumped into the air, then smashed back down, creating a tiny shockwave. This was enough to lower the endurance of the other blades so much, that they started to wobble. "Ha, maybe this won't be so hard after all."
"Ha, you better bite your tongue, Tyson," Zeo said, returning. "Initiate power boost command." The blue drones glowed a light orange, causing their beyblades to regain eighty percent spin power.
Tyson gasped. "You cheats!" he cried.
"Ah, stop acting like a little baby. You're a world champ, so deal with it!" Zeo shouted back in response. All twenty beyblades smashed onto Dranzer, causing it to lose all of it's spin. It was over before it had even started. Tyson had lost the battle. He dropped to his knees, shocked with these sudden turn of events. "Bwahaha, so I guess we'll be spending some more time with your friends, won't we?" Zagart voice sounded over the microphone. It was all over.... and just when he had come so far.
To Be Continued....
Author's Note: Hope this chapter was okay, I MIGHT be doing a double-length chapter sometime in the near future, perhaps near Christmas time. In the next chapter, Tyson has a request. Will Zagart accept, or will Tyson's effort be in vain? Tune in next chapter to find out.