(I presume you guys were watching Cartoon Network? Ugh, I was never able to see the new episodes so I just gave up on it, but I did see a manga of it at the mall, oh well.)
The Myth of Crystaelius:
Chapter Nine: Weapon of Steel III
Storm clouds began to form as Onerog rose from the crater it had created within Little Twister. The sun was blocked out, leaving a cool shade over the area.
"The hell! Didn't we just get away from this thing!" Jet exclaimed as the golem glanced at him.
Aaron nodded. "My grandfather must have noticed we separated from the others; it is a slightly low tactic."
Jet ground his teeth. "Whatever! It's here to kill us, plain and simple," he stated while taking his Airget- lambh out. Aaron glanced at the hilt of his sword and sighed quietly. He was useless in this battle without a weapon.
Daniel Rodrick watched the event from the window. His sister, Veronica, was out at the time when the two Drifters arrived, but he felt strange whenever he spoke to the older of the two. What connection did he have to his father and sister? Daniel had certainly never met the man before in his life.
Onerog roared as it drew out its sword and prepared for the upcoming battle. "Dammit! There's no way we could beat this thing by ourselves even if Aaron did have a sword!" Jet muttered in anger as the golem leaped at him.
He quickly rolled out of the way and turned to fire, only for the golem to have disappeared. "What the!" he murmured as Onerog appeared behind and swung the blunt edge of the sword against him, knocking him four yards away.
Jet spat out some dirt and rose, turning to the golem in infuriation. "You want to play dirty, that's fine by me! Accelerator!"
Jet swiftly dashed away from the series of energy blasts which were fired towards him. He circled around his opponent and raised his ARMs, aiming at Onerog's backside. "Take this!" he shouted, but before he could pull the trigger for the Magnum, the golem had turned around and dashed at him, punching Jet with his left fist while the right held the sword.
The impact knocked Jet towards a building, but before he hit it, Onerog appeared aside him and grasped his waist and thrust him into the building.
Jet sailed through it and landed behind the now destroyed building.
Onerog roared in triumphant as the Drifter shakily stood up. "Damn! Not even with Accelerator can I keep up with him. This is bad," he thought as the golem prepared for another attack.
However, before he rushed at Jet, Aaron jumped in the way and took the blow, knocking him through the air. He landed near where Jet had been, but the silver- haired boy had taken the time to dash at Onerog at flip onto his back. He cried out and jumped off before unleashing a Magnum on the back of Onerog's head.
The golem roared as the impact caused it to fall to its knees.
Jet landed on his back on the ground as a raindrop fell on his forehead. He felt extremely weak from firing the Magnum at such close range, and was unable to sit or stand up. Lighting stuck and thunder boomed as the rain began to fall harder.
Aaron rose to his feet slowly, studying the recent situation. Onerog seemed to be recovering from Jet's action, whatever it was. However, Jet himself seemed to be defenseless, lying down in the mud.
"Great, whatever Jet did has left him for dead, but it bought us some time," he thought as he un- strapped the sheath from his side. "I cannot do any harm to the creature, but I can distract it from Jet."
Aaron ran up to the scene as Onerog stood up and prepared to strike Jet.
"Hey, wait! I'm still here, hey!" he shouted trying to acquire the golem's attention. He succeeded. Onerog turned to him, raising his hand and readying an energy blast.
Aaron held up his sheath, his only defense.
"Sir!" Daniel called as he stepped out of the house. Aaron glanced at him, barely catching the object thrown at him.
"My father's last sword! Please, use it!" he yelled as Aaron glanced at the weapon. Its sheath was dark brown, made of leather. The hilt was fastened with a golden diamond.
Aaron raised his gaze to the energy blast sailing towards him. He threw his former sword and sheath to the ground and removed his jacket, launching it in front of him before removing the majestic, silver sword and slicing threw the jacket and the blast.
The rain continued harder as Aaron raised the blade, readying it. The black muscle shirt he wore under his green jacket was exposed completely now, and he winced somewhat.
Onerog roared once more and began to dash at him. Aaron ground his teeth and yelled, the sword gaining a bluish tint.
"Soaring Eagle!" He leaped into the air and brought the sword down upon the golem, slicing cleanly through the sword and chest plate. He then slashed, diagonally to the right, the abdomen and the jumped on Onerog's chest and flipping to the golem's back. He then plunged the sword into its back and removing it, and then finally giving it a horizontal slash.
Onerog gave a groan of pain and fell to the ground, the rain clattering noisily against its armor.
Aaron slowed his breathing and examined the golem's corpse. Droplets of water slid down the cool, metal blade as the swordsman collapsed to his knees, leaning on his hands.
He positioned himself to sit against the golem; his right hand burned with pain. "The last time I attempted the Soaring Eagle technique, I almost disabled my right hand completely, but I succeeded with it this time, even though it was extremely dangerous."
He removed the crimson glove and clenched his fist. He winced in pain, but he was still capable of wielding a sword.
"Amazing… Onerog was killed, by my grandson…" Guile thought aloud as he watched the generator. "Well, I shouldn't be dwelling on it; Urien can easily take his place, but Zane…"
"Grandfather, are you all right? You seemed a tad flustered," Ileana stated while entering his chamber. "No, I'm fine. The time has come Ileana, to execute my plan. The Tower of Osiris is active, and it will serve as a suitable enough magnet."
"But, what of the Drifters?" she inquired. Guile smiled. "Onerog was killed, and that leaves only us and a few Scryers to defeat them."
"Thank you for everything, Daniel," Aaron stated as the rain began to let up. The young man nodded. "I am entrusting my father's final work to you; please, treat it well."
Aaron nodded as he glanced at the blade strapped to his side. "I will, but we must be off."
With a final wave he began to walk away. "At least we beat that golem thing," Jet commented as they left the town. Aaron nodded. "Maybe, but we're not done yet. We have to find some way to get to Orion in the planet's orbit."
"I can easily help you with that," a voice stated from behind them.
They both quickly turned to see Zane leaning against the gate of the town The Drifters readied their weapons but he shook his head. "I'm not here to fight with you all, just to help you with your current predicament."
"Why should we trust you?" Aaron snapped. Zane smiled. "Because I'm no longer serving that old fool. Perhaps you could say, I've taken a liking to you Aaron."
Jet flinched. "There's no way you're Zane; your body movements and language are completely wrong."
He smiled. "Right on target Jetty boy, but, you can either let me help you, or you can sit back and watch as Filgaia is burnt. Which will it be?"
(I forgot to express my anger in the last chapter. I found out I needed 8 EX File Keys for the opening movie option, dammit! I thought it was only four! So, I basically wasted my time fighting Nega- Filgaia!)
