Blue Savage: HEY GUYS! I'm back...and I am so BOR3D! There's really nothing to do so I chose to write the next chapter...anyway...
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Whenever, Wherever
By: Blue Savage
Chapter 35: The Power of the Radiance
"Stay back you guys." Safiya warned, motioning for Bakura and Yami to shift a little.
"Nothing's going to happen if they did, Princess. They're still going to die." Scorned Malik.
"That's what you think!" she plunged forward, shooting her sword on Malik's chest, but failed as he used his Millennium Rod for defense.
She narrowed her eyes, as her eyebrows slanted, forming creases in between them. A sweat drop fell as they stayed in the same position. A few seconds elapsed, and the blonde smirked, sliding his gray sword, on the sandy floor and thrust it to her forehead, but was protected by her golden shield.
They parted, both breathing heavily, sweat driving down their faces. The lavender-eyed female, stretched out the Sword of Amen-Ra above her head, and started to swing it around in large circles — as if it was an enormous fan. She strengthened her speed, and spun the sword twice as fast as the one, moments ago.
Malik quirked an eyebrow, confused of what she was doing. 'What the hell is this woman thinking on carrying out?' He thought bluntly.
Safiya frowned, at what she was doing; praying fervently that her idea would work. She prodded her propelling blade towards her opponent, ideating her scheme one last time.
She lunged before him, shield in front. He assaulted the barrier, but was shocked by the attack struck onto him.
As his sword made full contact with the shield, Safiya quickly exchanged it with her spinning blade and scarred Malik on the cheek.
Blood flowed out his gash, as he stood up momentarily, raging furiously.
"You're getting it Princess..."
'Uh-oh...'
Malik tightened his grip onto both his Rod and sword, another wave of black aura hovering over him. He smirked, but was soon out of sight.
Safiya, Bakura, Yami, and even the Faction were tweaking their heads from left to right, looking for any sight of the dark skinned Rare Hunter.
"Where'd he go?" Safiya uttered, tautening the golden hilt in her hands.
"You see me...and now you don't." an evil guffawing sound surfaced from the silent atmosphere.
"Tomb Robber, do you see him?" Yami whispered, grasping his bleeding arm.
Bakura jolted his head from left to right, up and down, but his brown pools weren't deceiving him, he just can't find the foe.
But soon his eyes showed the truth as a black aurora was seen, "Safiya, BEHIND YOU!" he shouted.
The black-haired girl, turned around, but was surprisingly met face to face with a grinning Malik. He swung his dark sword, making her fly to the sky, and land on her face.
Safiya bled furiously as her body was starting to ache even more. 'Where is that woman when you need her the most, dammit?!' She screeched inwardly.
The amethyst-eyed sibling, stood up warily, sustaining all the energy she could muster up inside of her. But as she pulled her head upward, the calm face of the woman she saw in the chambers greeted her.
"Safiya..." her voice came, but her lips did not move. "True power is not seen in the Sword of Amen-Ra...it is seen in you."
"If the true power is seen in me, then where is it?!" she roared demandingly, making everyone question, confusedly.
"Who are you talking to, bitch?" Malik sneered.
"In here..." the woman pointed to her chest, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Safiya rolled her eyes, getting up weakly, 'Thanks a lot...it really helped.'
"Okay," she closed her eyes, clasping her sword another time, "If true power is seen in the heart, then heart show me the true power that I need to win this battle."
Malik raised his chin, looking at her ominously, "Princess, who was that you were talking to?"
"That's none of your audacious business, Rare Hunter." Spat Safiya.
"Why you filthy, little, impudent-"
"Ridiculing me won't do anything Malik..." she offended, "Just take your damn sword and fight me."
The blonde-haired male ground his teeth until only white dust was left in his mouth, "Whatever you say Safiya."
They both extended their weapons creating a clinging sound.
A few more minutes slipped away the both of them still continuing their duel.
Safiya was bruised throughout her whole body. Except her most critical wounds were on her arms and legs – bleeding rigorously.
Malik was no difference though. His left cheek had a huge scar sliced on it, and his body was no less to being greatly battered.
"Had enough yet?" taunted Malik.
"Will your mouth ever shut up?" Safiya responded, exasperatedly.
The tanned skinned teen creased his eyebrows, gnashing his teeth more and more, "You really are a-"
"There it goes again! If I could only sew that up, that'll make this feud a lot easier."
Malik could've ripped his hair out of his scalp if he wasn't in this war. This girl was driving him insanely CRAZY.
"Hey Pharaoh...I admit I know your sister, but I haven't seen her like this. This brawl is getting better and better." Mused Bakura.
"Actually, I haven't even seen Safiya like this, maybe Malik is really getting into her nerves."
"Malik too..."
They both laughed, keeping their eyes on the battle that was still taking on.
The lone Rare Hunter loosened his grip on both arsenals and straightened his back, as he closed his eyes. "You have tested my patience to its great limits Safiya, and I have to praise you for that. No other woman – nor man – has ever made me go so senseless. And I have a great prize waiting for you in the end. And it surely will make me go even crazier."
"No need to say that fool," derided Safiya, "not only you have gone completely demented, even I. Because of your extensive bawling and scorning made me want to rip you into little pieces of shreds."
"And might I add Princess," continued Malik, "you have made me go even mindless because of your taunting."
The black-haired girl smiled, closing her eyes, "Whatever Rare Hunter, you won't get anywhere with your idiotic antics-"
But it was too late. Safiya was sent another time to the ground as a vast force hit her openly. Spit ran at the side of her mouth, her eyelids shut closed suppressing the sudden pain that was felt.
Malik chortled, "I can't believe you really fell for that one. I divulge, that was amazing for my first time in acting...or was it my second?"
'Damn, that mouth of his can actually work, can It.' she pondered, lying on the sandy floor guiltily.
She soon stood up cagily readying her sword if any other assault might come knocking her down again. But she was too slow, he attacked her again; except this time, she was lucky enough to use her own sword for blockage.
"I had you there Princess, and I could've killed you right then and there." Malik grinned malevolently.
Safiya rutted her dark eyebrows, exerting more force to the sword in her wobbly hands. 'Come on Amen-Ra...now is the perfect time to truly show yourself.' She pleaded to the spirit in her.
Malik pushed again, not letting his opponent push back. His grin grew wider and wider as Safiya kept going down. She was losing it. He could now taste the glory of sweet vengeance in just a swift slash of his sword...-
"SAFIYA!"
'What the?' The blonde-haired Rare Hunter jerked his head to the sudden voice, and widened his eyes as the person approached his rival.
"Tomb Robber, get back here!" demanded Yami.
"Yazid...help him, I'll be assisting his sister." The white-haired thief ran away from the bruised Pharaoh and advanced towards Safiya. He came behind her and encircled his ashen arms around her, and looping his own palms on the hilt of the sword.
"Bakura..." whispered Safiya.
The brown-eyed male smirked at her and gently murmured on her ear, "Don't worry I'm here now. We'll do this together."
She nodded in agreement and also smiled, applying more strength to the blade within both their hands.
Bakura did the same.
Malik was the one losing it now. He was literally bending his knees as he kept sinking into the ground. 'No this is impossible...' he shouted in his mind. He pushed back, but he just couldn't make the two fall back.
Suddenly, the violet gemstone in the hilt of the Sword of Amen-Ra glowed vibrantly, making anyone hypnotized or blind by its radiance. All of their eyes widened as the lavender light kept getting bigger and bigger, surrounding the three people fighting.
"Princess Safiya now is the time to use your heart. Keep pressing on." Said Amen-Ra's deep voice.
The girl nodded and did what was told. She kept applying more force and power to the sword in her hands that she didn't notice that her opponent already fell.
'This is our power Amen-Ra...yours, mine, Bakura's, Yami's, and everyone else's.'
And it seemed as though everything went black for Safiya.
Blue Savage: I FINALLY FINISHED THE LAST ACTION CHAPTER! YAYERZ! I so suck at action scenes... and also sorry if the chappy was short, again. Anyway...hmm...this fic's about to end! WHOOPEE! Just READ & REVIEW guys...unless I get 8...no next chappy!
