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AN: Yeah! Another chapter! Here comes the long awaited chapter! (Shameless self-plugging indeed.) Anyway, I thank you all for your beautiful reviews. Read, review and have fun!
Kai rolled onto his back and sent a ball of flame hurling towards the towering machine. The robot halted, turned its enormous, artificial head and searched the ground with its single eye that was a glinting lens.
"Put out the fire and see to the people inside the house while I distract that thing." Kai commanded in a hushed and urgent voice, "And don't argue! Just do it."
With that he dashed aside and stood tall before the still searching robot. He shouted loudly and defiantly, "You piece of metal junk, looking for someone?"
The great machine turned, creating great noise of metals grinding. It's round eyes fell on the seemingly small figure. Slowly it raised its steely arm and fired. Kai dropped on the ground to avoid the raining bullets, and pulling himself farther away from his teammates. The robot took a giant stride, the many guns on its enormous metal arm still pointed to the small figure on the ground below.
"Kai!" Tyson shouted. With that he dashed across the street and promptly vanished into the chaos.
"Tyson! Not you too!" Kenny cried in dismay.
"Let them." Shea said calmly, though her face was pale, "We have to put out the fire first."
"But there is no fire hydrant near here!" Kenny cried in a desperate voice, "And."
Max placed a hand on Kenny's shoulder to calm him, his other hand raised before him as if he was wielding some unseen force. A sudden rush of water came and quenched the dancing flame. For a second the entire house was covered with the faintly glowing liquid. But as quick as it came, it soon vanished, leaving the wooden structure drenched and hissing with white smoke.
"Come on, let's get in." Max said, and he pushed open what is left of the wooden door.
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Kai rolled aside just as another bullet missed him by an inch. His hand still clenched his beyblade launcher firmly. If only he had a second to launch it! But someone has beaten him to it. There was a flash of grey, and he heard a familiar voice shout, "Dragoon! Cut that piece of recycled pop cans to pieces!"
The grey blade flew upward and smashed the robot right on the chest. There were more flashes of light as the outer metal shell was sliced cleanly to pieces and fell on the ground with many a clang, and the grey blade flew back into Tyson's hand.
The machine slowly turned and now turned its enormous lens eye on Tyson, accompanied by the roaring sound of mechanisms. Kai held up his launcher again and aimed. This may be his only chance. He pulled the rip chord with all of his strength. The small blue blade sailed up, making the air whistle and howl as it went. It smashed right into the large lens that was the robot's eye and shattered it to pieces.
The gigantic machine froze at that second. There was no more deafening noise of grinding metals, only a faint humming.
Slowly and cautiously, Kai stood up. Some few metres from him, he saw Tyson gathering himself off ground. The navy-haired boy had a relieved expression on his face and he ran towards his captain.
"Nice shot Kai!" He shouted as he ran, his voice too loud for Kai's still alert mind, "You put down that thing with one move!"
The sound of crunching metals returned with a full volume before Tyson even finished his sentence. The robot seemed to come back to life again. It swayed its artificial head and brought its heavy fist down, directly above Tyson, as if to smash some insolent pests.
"Tyson!" Kai shouted. He practically threw himself at his teammate, knocking the navy haired boy away from the iron fist just in time. They fell on the ground together, only a metre from where the large metal fist landed and burnt the earth. The current of heated air whirled above them dangerously.
The machine began to move about madly, thrashing out of control. It brought its metallic fists down again and again, crashing the ground. It fired its many loaded guns at random targets. The already deafening noise escalated to a horrifying degree. There was sound of shattering class, of the cries of the terrified people, and that sound of alarms going off in nearby homes and cars; all of those blended together to create a chaotic scene that almost resembles a glimpse of hell. Tyson scrambled up, a raged expression tugging his features.
"This is crazy!" He shouted, "We have to stop it now!"
Kai stood up also, and with a wave of his hand raised a sheet of flame before him. The leaping flame swept across and surrounded the robot. It grew brighter and leaped higher with the wind, and for a second completely decked the ten metres tall machine in its glorious blaze.
For those few precious seconds it looked as if the rogue robot was subdued. As the flame gradually diminished and died they saw the automaton was swaying. Many parts of the machine exploded, spewing sparks everywhere. But despite everything the monstrosity of a machine was still standing, and the sound of crunching metals and roaring mechanisms grew louder and sharper. One could almost say it was enraged, if such thing is even possible for a thing composed of lifeless elements. The machine turned blindly and fired again. The bullets fell in a glittering shower, dangerous and deadly.
Kai stood there watching motionlessly, rooted to the ground. There was a defeated, haunted look on his face as the bullets zipped past him. One of the stray bullets scraped his left arm, leaving a trail of blood. He hissed and went down on his knees.
"Kai!" Tyson shouted and rushed to his captain. He stood up, now with a raged expression on his face.
"That is it!" He shouted, "This is going to end now!"
He took out his grey beyblade and held it aloft. The blue stone that adorned the centre of the blade glittered and the grey light traced the white lines carved on the smooth surface of the jewel. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max, Kenny and Shea plunged into the wooden house. The interior of the structure was filled with white smoke that they could barely see anything. Small flames still scattered here and there, dancing their threatening rituals. They searched the house and found Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen. She looked dazed and pale, and at the sight of them she gasped.
"What are you doing here?" She asked in a confused voice, her mind obviously hasn't caught up to the flow of events.
They rushed to her side and helped her up.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Weasley?" Max asked worriedly.
Before she could answer, Kenny shouted, "Watch out!"
A few remaining windows shattered as another round of bullets smashed into the house. They were forced the drop low and wait for the bullets to pass.
"What is happening out there?" Mrs. Weasley asked, much bewildered.
Shea answered dryly, "We don't really know either, but apparently some strange machine you only see in science fictions showed up outside the door."
They got up carefully and peered out of the window. They could see Tyson and Kai standing before the towering machine, looking positively vulnerable. They also saw police cars pulling nearer down the street, their headlights flashing. A chopper could also be heard, flying noisily above them.
"Great! More people coming." Shea turned to Mrs. Weasley and asked, "Can you leave here now, Mrs. Weasley? Using apparation maybe?"
Mrs. Weasley looked at her strangely and replied. "Leave now? But what about you? I can't leave you here all alone!"
"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley." Max said quietly, "You have to leave now. You will have too much trouble explaining to those people about this house."
Mrs. Weasley looked hesitant for a while, but finally she nodded and said, "Then take care." With that she took out her wand and muttered something to herself. With a faint pop noise she was gone.
"Well, we should go out now." Kenny said, watching with concerns the chaotic scene outside through the small kitchen window, "I think Kai and Tyson need our help."
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Ray raced down the street at a speed that would be called fast even for him. He was half leaping, half flying, his feet barely touching the ground. Any onlookers would see nothing but a blurry white shadow vanishing down the street. He was worried and terrified. The sight of that enormous, monstrous machine has put a dread seldom felt into him.
When he turned at the corner, he saw the gathering of police cars, all flashing lights and beeping horns. A policeman standing near the edge of the gathering noticed him and waved his hands.
"Now young man, you can't go there. It's too dangerous." He shouted and blocked Ray's path, "There is nothing to see here, get you home."
In his frantic state Ray brought his hand down and struck the policeman on the shoulder. The man jumped and cried, tumbling back and falling to the ground.
"You little." The man shouted angrily as he scrambled up, his weapon now in hand. But too late, Ray had already vanished.
Ray wove through the crowd, leaping over vehicles and flashing between people. He finally came near to Number 12, Grimmauld place and slowed to a halt. The ground before him was charred and burnt, and hissing smoke decorated the scene. The great machine was directly in front of him now, and it looked more imposing and terrible up close. He also saw Kai, kneeling on the ground, his head bowed. Tyson stood beside him, looking furious beyond words. The navy-haired boy held aloft his grey beyblade, and the light flashed off the small but bright blue stone in the centre of the beyblade. Ray breathed sharply.
"Move back." He said to the policeman beside him.
The man turned to him, a surprised impression on his face, "How did you get here, young man? And what are you saying."
"I said move back!" Ray hissed loudly, his golden eyes now hard and steely, "Get all of your men to move back! This is for your own good."
It was something that in his voice that carried the message across. The policeman looked reluctant and hesitant, but he backed away from the scene, calling his colleagues to join him too. Just then it happened. There was an explosion of light, accompanied by currents of air and tumbled and swirled. Slowly the form of a great dragon emerged from the light. He stretched out his long neck and roared, his power tail whipping the air vigorously. "What the bloody hell!"
Faintly Ray heard someone exclaim his astonishment, but he wasn't paying much attention. His eyes were locked on the great dragon now. He saw the glorious beast lunge at the machine. The dragon wrapped its serpentine body around the machine and dug his blade like claws into the robot. He sliced through the layers of metal as if they were made of paper.
"Dragoon, destroy this thing!" Tyson shouted his command.
The dragon roared again and took flight, his claws clinging the great machine. He brought it into the air with such ease as if it was a doll of wool rather than a ten metres tall robot of iron and steel. Then he dropped the machine from a great height. As the gigantic robot fell from the sky, the dragon dove after it and sliced it into many a small chunks before the machine can reach the ground. There was a deafening sound as the many pieces of what was once the destructive automaton fell to the ground. As the cloud of dust cleared everyone saw nothing more than a heap of rubble lay smoking on the ground.
The dragon roared again, this time mightier in the silent background. In another explosion of light he vanished, and the howling wind slowly settled. Ray rushed towards where Tyson was standing, and at the same time Max, Kenny and Shea came also. They all looked relieved.
"Am I glad this is over." Shea murmured quietly.
Suddenly they heard a voice speaking from behind them. They turned and saw standing there a police officer, looking stern and suspicious at the same time.
"You kids better come with me." He said in a firm voice and gestured towards his car. He was wearing a wary expression as he fingered his weapon almost nervously.
The Blade Breakers looked at each other and followed the police officer silently and gloomily. They are indeed stuck between a rock and a hard place.
AN: Yeah! Another chapter! Here comes the long awaited chapter! (Shameless self-plugging indeed.) Anyway, I thank you all for your beautiful reviews. Read, review and have fun!
Kai rolled onto his back and sent a ball of flame hurling towards the towering machine. The robot halted, turned its enormous, artificial head and searched the ground with its single eye that was a glinting lens.
"Put out the fire and see to the people inside the house while I distract that thing." Kai commanded in a hushed and urgent voice, "And don't argue! Just do it."
With that he dashed aside and stood tall before the still searching robot. He shouted loudly and defiantly, "You piece of metal junk, looking for someone?"
The great machine turned, creating great noise of metals grinding. It's round eyes fell on the seemingly small figure. Slowly it raised its steely arm and fired. Kai dropped on the ground to avoid the raining bullets, and pulling himself farther away from his teammates. The robot took a giant stride, the many guns on its enormous metal arm still pointed to the small figure on the ground below.
"Kai!" Tyson shouted. With that he dashed across the street and promptly vanished into the chaos.
"Tyson! Not you too!" Kenny cried in dismay.
"Let them." Shea said calmly, though her face was pale, "We have to put out the fire first."
"But there is no fire hydrant near here!" Kenny cried in a desperate voice, "And."
Max placed a hand on Kenny's shoulder to calm him, his other hand raised before him as if he was wielding some unseen force. A sudden rush of water came and quenched the dancing flame. For a second the entire house was covered with the faintly glowing liquid. But as quick as it came, it soon vanished, leaving the wooden structure drenched and hissing with white smoke.
"Come on, let's get in." Max said, and he pushed open what is left of the wooden door.
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Kai rolled aside just as another bullet missed him by an inch. His hand still clenched his beyblade launcher firmly. If only he had a second to launch it! But someone has beaten him to it. There was a flash of grey, and he heard a familiar voice shout, "Dragoon! Cut that piece of recycled pop cans to pieces!"
The grey blade flew upward and smashed the robot right on the chest. There were more flashes of light as the outer metal shell was sliced cleanly to pieces and fell on the ground with many a clang, and the grey blade flew back into Tyson's hand.
The machine slowly turned and now turned its enormous lens eye on Tyson, accompanied by the roaring sound of mechanisms. Kai held up his launcher again and aimed. This may be his only chance. He pulled the rip chord with all of his strength. The small blue blade sailed up, making the air whistle and howl as it went. It smashed right into the large lens that was the robot's eye and shattered it to pieces.
The gigantic machine froze at that second. There was no more deafening noise of grinding metals, only a faint humming.
Slowly and cautiously, Kai stood up. Some few metres from him, he saw Tyson gathering himself off ground. The navy-haired boy had a relieved expression on his face and he ran towards his captain.
"Nice shot Kai!" He shouted as he ran, his voice too loud for Kai's still alert mind, "You put down that thing with one move!"
The sound of crunching metals returned with a full volume before Tyson even finished his sentence. The robot seemed to come back to life again. It swayed its artificial head and brought its heavy fist down, directly above Tyson, as if to smash some insolent pests.
"Tyson!" Kai shouted. He practically threw himself at his teammate, knocking the navy haired boy away from the iron fist just in time. They fell on the ground together, only a metre from where the large metal fist landed and burnt the earth. The current of heated air whirled above them dangerously.
The machine began to move about madly, thrashing out of control. It brought its metallic fists down again and again, crashing the ground. It fired its many loaded guns at random targets. The already deafening noise escalated to a horrifying degree. There was sound of shattering class, of the cries of the terrified people, and that sound of alarms going off in nearby homes and cars; all of those blended together to create a chaotic scene that almost resembles a glimpse of hell. Tyson scrambled up, a raged expression tugging his features.
"This is crazy!" He shouted, "We have to stop it now!"
Kai stood up also, and with a wave of his hand raised a sheet of flame before him. The leaping flame swept across and surrounded the robot. It grew brighter and leaped higher with the wind, and for a second completely decked the ten metres tall machine in its glorious blaze.
For those few precious seconds it looked as if the rogue robot was subdued. As the flame gradually diminished and died they saw the automaton was swaying. Many parts of the machine exploded, spewing sparks everywhere. But despite everything the monstrosity of a machine was still standing, and the sound of crunching metals and roaring mechanisms grew louder and sharper. One could almost say it was enraged, if such thing is even possible for a thing composed of lifeless elements. The machine turned blindly and fired again. The bullets fell in a glittering shower, dangerous and deadly.
Kai stood there watching motionlessly, rooted to the ground. There was a defeated, haunted look on his face as the bullets zipped past him. One of the stray bullets scraped his left arm, leaving a trail of blood. He hissed and went down on his knees.
"Kai!" Tyson shouted and rushed to his captain. He stood up, now with a raged expression on his face.
"That is it!" He shouted, "This is going to end now!"
He took out his grey beyblade and held it aloft. The blue stone that adorned the centre of the blade glittered and the grey light traced the white lines carved on the smooth surface of the jewel. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Max, Kenny and Shea plunged into the wooden house. The interior of the structure was filled with white smoke that they could barely see anything. Small flames still scattered here and there, dancing their threatening rituals. They searched the house and found Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen. She looked dazed and pale, and at the sight of them she gasped.
"What are you doing here?" She asked in a confused voice, her mind obviously hasn't caught up to the flow of events.
They rushed to her side and helped her up.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Weasley?" Max asked worriedly.
Before she could answer, Kenny shouted, "Watch out!"
A few remaining windows shattered as another round of bullets smashed into the house. They were forced the drop low and wait for the bullets to pass.
"What is happening out there?" Mrs. Weasley asked, much bewildered.
Shea answered dryly, "We don't really know either, but apparently some strange machine you only see in science fictions showed up outside the door."
They got up carefully and peered out of the window. They could see Tyson and Kai standing before the towering machine, looking positively vulnerable. They also saw police cars pulling nearer down the street, their headlights flashing. A chopper could also be heard, flying noisily above them.
"Great! More people coming." Shea turned to Mrs. Weasley and asked, "Can you leave here now, Mrs. Weasley? Using apparation maybe?"
Mrs. Weasley looked at her strangely and replied. "Leave now? But what about you? I can't leave you here all alone!"
"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley." Max said quietly, "You have to leave now. You will have too much trouble explaining to those people about this house."
Mrs. Weasley looked hesitant for a while, but finally she nodded and said, "Then take care." With that she took out her wand and muttered something to herself. With a faint pop noise she was gone.
"Well, we should go out now." Kenny said, watching with concerns the chaotic scene outside through the small kitchen window, "I think Kai and Tyson need our help."
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Ray raced down the street at a speed that would be called fast even for him. He was half leaping, half flying, his feet barely touching the ground. Any onlookers would see nothing but a blurry white shadow vanishing down the street. He was worried and terrified. The sight of that enormous, monstrous machine has put a dread seldom felt into him.
When he turned at the corner, he saw the gathering of police cars, all flashing lights and beeping horns. A policeman standing near the edge of the gathering noticed him and waved his hands.
"Now young man, you can't go there. It's too dangerous." He shouted and blocked Ray's path, "There is nothing to see here, get you home."
In his frantic state Ray brought his hand down and struck the policeman on the shoulder. The man jumped and cried, tumbling back and falling to the ground.
"You little." The man shouted angrily as he scrambled up, his weapon now in hand. But too late, Ray had already vanished.
Ray wove through the crowd, leaping over vehicles and flashing between people. He finally came near to Number 12, Grimmauld place and slowed to a halt. The ground before him was charred and burnt, and hissing smoke decorated the scene. The great machine was directly in front of him now, and it looked more imposing and terrible up close. He also saw Kai, kneeling on the ground, his head bowed. Tyson stood beside him, looking furious beyond words. The navy-haired boy held aloft his grey beyblade, and the light flashed off the small but bright blue stone in the centre of the beyblade. Ray breathed sharply.
"Move back." He said to the policeman beside him.
The man turned to him, a surprised impression on his face, "How did you get here, young man? And what are you saying."
"I said move back!" Ray hissed loudly, his golden eyes now hard and steely, "Get all of your men to move back! This is for your own good."
It was something that in his voice that carried the message across. The policeman looked reluctant and hesitant, but he backed away from the scene, calling his colleagues to join him too. Just then it happened. There was an explosion of light, accompanied by currents of air and tumbled and swirled. Slowly the form of a great dragon emerged from the light. He stretched out his long neck and roared, his power tail whipping the air vigorously. "What the bloody hell!"
Faintly Ray heard someone exclaim his astonishment, but he wasn't paying much attention. His eyes were locked on the great dragon now. He saw the glorious beast lunge at the machine. The dragon wrapped its serpentine body around the machine and dug his blade like claws into the robot. He sliced through the layers of metal as if they were made of paper.
"Dragoon, destroy this thing!" Tyson shouted his command.
The dragon roared again and took flight, his claws clinging the great machine. He brought it into the air with such ease as if it was a doll of wool rather than a ten metres tall robot of iron and steel. Then he dropped the machine from a great height. As the gigantic robot fell from the sky, the dragon dove after it and sliced it into many a small chunks before the machine can reach the ground. There was a deafening sound as the many pieces of what was once the destructive automaton fell to the ground. As the cloud of dust cleared everyone saw nothing more than a heap of rubble lay smoking on the ground.
The dragon roared again, this time mightier in the silent background. In another explosion of light he vanished, and the howling wind slowly settled. Ray rushed towards where Tyson was standing, and at the same time Max, Kenny and Shea came also. They all looked relieved.
"Am I glad this is over." Shea murmured quietly.
Suddenly they heard a voice speaking from behind them. They turned and saw standing there a police officer, looking stern and suspicious at the same time.
"You kids better come with me." He said in a firm voice and gestured towards his car. He was wearing a wary expression as he fingered his weapon almost nervously.
The Blade Breakers looked at each other and followed the police officer silently and gloomily. They are indeed stuck between a rock and a hard place.
