New chapter. How awesome is that? Before we begin, well, take a guess:
Ichibod Ricct- Well, yeah. All my chapters are written.
Silver Meta Dragon- Hehe. I just like messing with people.
DestinyGuy678- I believe I have it explained in the Prologue.
unknown- Freaky? Not what I was going for, but thanks for the review.
doom- That's one creepy-ass laugh.
Sol-Ratcht Saporro- Your wish is granted.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Fox, but I do own Dante.
Demon Slayer
Dante rushed full speed at the demons, sword raised. Seven of them morphed back into their true forms, and turned their left arms into long, curved blades and ran at Dante. They tried to hit him, but he countered with a series of violent diagonal slashes, his blade cutting through their flesh like tissue paper. Their blood splattered on the ground, staining it black. In no time at all, their were only eleven left. Two had Krystal by the shoulders and were leading her off. Dante sprinted past the nine that remained to challenge him and caught up with Krystal and the two pseudo-humans. One of them drew a combat knife from their belt, but Dante severed it's hand, and drove his blade into the demon's chest. The other one picked up his fallen comrade's knife and drew his own. He ran at Dante, swinging the knives wildly. Dante expertly parried each blow, standing in one spot, barely shifting any other part of his body but his right arm.
Krystal took a few steps backward as she watched the swordsman and the demon fight. She saw the other nine approach and encircle the two fighters. They seemed not to notice her at all. She thought frantically to herself as to what she should do. That guy's a human and we were at war with his people, so maybe I should leave him…No, that's not right, he saved me from those…things. If he dies, I'll have to deal with these freaks by myself. Maybe I should help him… Coming to a decision, Krystal sprinted back to the transport knowing her weapons were still in the Arwing. When she reached the transport's access ramp she looked over to where the crowd of demons were. She heard a faint clinking of metal-on-metal, meaning that the two fighters were still going at it. She ran back to the bay where her Arwing was held and climbed into the cockpit. She found her blaster and her staff, which she carried with her on every mission in case she needed it. She picked up the staff and sprinted back out of the ship.
Dante still stood his ground, barely moving, though his opponent seemed hell-bent on taking him down. His arm began to grow tired. This one persistent son of a bitch. he thought, growing irritated. There was a sudden blast and one of the demons in the circle lurched forward and hit the ground, the back of it's skull smoking. They all looked at the source of the blast. Krystal was standing a few feet away, holding her staff. Taking advantage of the demons' sudden lapse of concentration, Dante sliced off his opponent's head and sprinted out of the circle. He skidded to a halt next to Krystal. The two looked at each other for a moment.
"Thanks." said Dante.
"Don't mention it." replied Krystal, smiling slightly.
They looked back at the eight remaining demons. They had morphed their left arms into blades, as well as what looked like thick silvery armor.
"This can't be good…" said Krystal taking a step back. Dante just smirked and cracked his neck. "I like a good challenge." he said. He ran at them and began slashing away at the nearest ones, his blade scraping their armor. They buckled slightly at his attacks but recovered. Krystal went after the ones that weren't being pummeled by Dante and hit them with a ground quake. About four of them flew up and landed on the ground stunned. One tried to get back up, but Krystal brought her staff hard against it's head, the force of the blow snapping it's neck. Another tried to get up, but was blasted in the face. The same fate befell a third demon. The fourth however brought it's blade above it's head and swung downwards. Krystal blocked the attack and the two grappled.
Dante continued to hack away at the demons' armor, determined to find a weak point. Then, he saw it. He swiped at two demons in front of him, cutting their throats open. They fell, blood spurting from their wounds. The other two stopped. They noticed their faces and throats were completely exposed. Before they could remedy this, Dante lunged at them and brought them down as well. He looked behind him and saw Krystal locked in a grudge match with the last demon. He hit it with a downward slash to it's back. The creature turned around, but was hit in the back of the head by Krystal. It turned to face them, but Krystal blasted it in the face.
Dante and Krystal looked around at the carnage they had caused. Demon bodies littered the ground, parts of which were stained with black blood. After about a minute, Krystal spoke. "What were those things?" she asked.
"Doppelgangers." replied Dante. "Shape-shifting demons." Krystal's eyes widened at this news and she just continued to stare at the bodies. Dante looked at her. She reminds me of someone, but who? he thought. Krystal noticed him looking at her. "Something wrong?" she asked. "Nothing, nothing…" he said a little hastily. "Well thanks for saving me from those…things. I'm Krystal McCloud." she said holding out a paw. "Dante Roric." said the swordsman, shaking it.
Alrighty, that had to be the most action-packed chapter so far. I might introduce some more of Dante's team in the next chapter. Be sure to review on your way out.