So, Eri launched his huge ass Destructo Beam.
The blue energy engulfed his entire being, the PSO Goddess's power flowing into the core of his very soul. Eriror's body tingled from both excitement and the immense power he had rediscovered. He felt... Alive once more. Finally! A challenge had arisen...
"YOU! It's time to DIE!" He heaved his great sword behind his back, and spun in midair furiously to build up power, like a turntable at the park. The one he used to play on...
Nyreal, on the other hand, jabbed a finger past his thin layer of clothing, and into his glowing Guard Wave, electrifying and amplifying the pure energy of his armor. "Fat chance!" He focused on the building energy above him and grinned his vampiric grin.
The power was reaching it's peak, both with momentum and friction. The air crackled with mystical energy, a kind of liquid electricity that emanated from the Gods themselves. Eriror finished his spin and flew higher into the air, his Zanba fully charged as it was held behind Eri's back.
"DESTRUCTO BEAM!" He screamed as an arcane circle appeared before him. Bullseye. He cut across the seal, ripping the fragile light in two. The seal began to shift and metamorphose violently, shaking more than the San An-freaking-dreas fault. Of course, Nyreal took note of this period of weakness, while steeling himself for the final time.
"Power... Hehehe."
Eriror screamed with primal fury as he placed his hands upon the seal, the lifeforce draining out of him and into the Berserk-flavored attack. "PAIN!"
Aquamarine life and blood flowed out of the lost Hunter, his transaction with the cosmos complete. Now the reaction took place. Slowly, at first, it began as a few dots of light; bubbles of color flickering into life. These dots grew, intensified, multiplied, reaching a furious pace of rebirth and empowerment. The earth itself shook and gave way in fear of this power.
Near the river outside of Forest 2
Mint stumbled over from the earth's rattling pitch, "WHAT THE ! That's today's 18th concussion, dammit!"
"JUST HOLD ON!"
Eriror licks his lips as he grasps the handle of his blade once more. "... I'm ALIVE!" He laughed chimerically as he sliced the seal once more, ripping it into an "X" shaped pattern. The energetic material of the Destructo Beam twisted and flowed into a singular ball, which ejected brutally into nature with rivers flying upward and whatnot.
"Let's see who's best!" Nyreal was the only thing still on level ground; the floor of the room jutted jaggedly upward around his quivering body. Fear... So this is fear...
The Beam ripped through the room at Nyr's words, hitting him dead-on with brutal force. There was a spattering of blue and white as the beam evaporated ground zero, and Nyreal along with it. (ZOMG NO)
Eriror fell to the ground and inspected the foggy crater left by his attack. It was too quiet... He knew that his quarry was still alive. And as if to confirm this fear, a confident voice rang out through the haze.
"You're too selfish, my friend."
"Where are you! Come out and face me!"
"You see, that's the funny thing about power, you're just renting it." A figure began to appear through the mist. It seemed as though it was walking forward, "By the time you die, people are going to evaluate your life and see if you used your power correctly or not. Humans are selfish creatures; they're only interested in what they can get out of something. That's all well and good, but if you squander your power selfishly, then there's really no point in ever having it." The figure--Nyreal Destiny--emerged from the mist with only slight signs of wear from the huge attack. His clothes were tattered slightly, and his face was covered with ash, but he was not much worse for wear. Nyreal unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Eriror. "So, as far as i'm concerned, I'm going to use this strength as much as I can; I don't want to owe any damn late fees!"
"DIE!" Eri blocked Nyreal's first attack with the broad edge of his Zanba and kicked Nyreal in the gut in retalliation. Ny was sent flying across the outer dome, some 500 feet, and into the wall, but he regained his footing on the wall itself (OUCH), and he prepared a vacuum with his sword for his next offensive. The air in his path was sucked out of the way, and he was pulled towards Eriror with gale force, his clothes waving behind him in the breeze. His eyes stung from the harsh air, but he could still see clearly that Eriror was pulling out... A Wals-MK2?
Nyreal sighed and put both of his hands on the hilt of Shouin Lumiere, "I forgot to get to 'Know thy enemy'." He winced and focused his thoughts on controlling the wind as Eriror placed his eye behind the scope of his rifle. Three shots rang out from his weapon with vicious fury. Time seemed to flow into a virtual standstill for Nyreal as the lime-sized photon bursts flew towards Nyreal. His grip tightened, and he managed to manipulate the wind. When each bullet drew near to him, Nyr pulled himself out of the way. This continued around the world, with Nyreal the mad insect and Eri the dude with the flyswatter. Little did our bug-like pal know... Hehehe.
Nyreal streaked across the room, the wind winding out in green rivers behind him. Eriror continued to fire superphoton shots at Nyreal, but he was too damn busy flying around like a maniac to pay any attention to getting hit. Eriror was not entirely useless, however. A red bullet was fed into the gun and shot with delicate care. Nyreal, expecting another normal blast, tried to fly out of the way of the attack, but right as he figured he would clear it, the red shell exploded as it hit the wall behind him. The explosion knocked him out of his concentration, and caused him to fall. His head was filled with blood, and he felt a solid red pain once he collided with the ground.
"OW! My head!"
"Good job," Eriror said while heaving his Zanba, "You probably won't be able to think anymore."
"I doubt it. My head's a damn rock!" He tapped the green blade of Shouin Lumiere on his head. "It takes alot more than that to hurt me." There was a long, smiling pause. For a moment, it seemed that Eriror might have actually been on the verge of laughing. "Alright. It's time for Dream Light Rouzeki."
"Huh?"
"Watch and see! It's time for the finale!"
"Destructo Beam!"
"DREAM LIGHT!"
"DESTRUCTO BEAM!"
"GRAAAAAAAND DREEAAAAM LIIIIGHT!" Nyreal, tired of the simian screaming contest, fell into his ready position. He was crouched down, his right arm held the sword behind him as his left planted him to the ground. He looked like a track star preparing for the event of his life.
I can only use half power. Zionus is just in the other room... I'll need to shoot him with Rouzeki before I shoot out the Grand Dream. Not to mention I have Light's ability thrown in here...
Ready...?
GO!
The two began their specific rituals for attack in unison, like very manly ballet dancers. Eriror, with his unsealing, and Nyreal preparing himself for travel through non-space once more.
"DIE!" They cried out in unison, their blades glowing with cosmic power. Nyreal disappeared into the void with the speed and strength his attack was bearing. Eriror stood, ready for the final clash of this fanfic.
Shouin Lumiere glowed with a white light, similar to that of the Masamune. It's cloud-like white glow pervaded the sword, and only stopped to fight with the rest of Nyreal's Body's wind-emerald glow. Nyreal warped out of the void, his power ready, wind swirling worshipping him desparately, as if he was God. "GRAND DREAM!" As he called out his first third of an attack, the light of Shouin glowed with more intensity, building and building, spinning like an electron until Nyreal split into four different pieces of himself. Eriror looked up aghast as he saw his troubles quadruplicate. Suddenly his blue Desructo Energy had lost it's luster.
"Alright, let's kick his ass!" A Nyreal clothed in red called out.
"Can't we talk about this?" A blue, weepy Nyr whimpered from behind his cloak.
"Fight fight fight! Kill kill kill! Give me pie! When we win!" A childish, quixotic Ny clothed in yellow called out.
"Let's get this over with. Destroy!" Laeryn, the fourth and darkest Nyreal, called out with a snarl of his fangs. I'm going to take over...
And in unison, with one mind, heart, voice, and soul, they all cried out with the entirety of their love, "LIGHT!" Each Nyreal Incarnate flew downward, and converged into pure white balls, the power expanding exponentially
Nyreal... I'm here with you... Let's save the world!
Light's voice tickled at the back of Nyreal's mind, and he knew what to do. He pulled out his Holy Ray and opened his mind to the presence of Light. Her spirit nibbled his ear softly, and grasped the rifle from behind him. Shall we? "Yes! LIIIIGHT!" WORLD REVOLUTION!
The combined powers of Nyreal and Light was a force unlike anything the world had ever seen. The second phase of the attack created a gigantic beam of holy power, much like the blast that killed Light. A gigantic beam of Divine Fury, bent on total obliteration. It was the plague, a hurricane, earthquake, fires, floods, murder, zombies, Robots, tsunamis, pestilence famine and death; and it was also life and protection, a savior from the mundane and the opressive.
Eriror didn't have the power. His let loose the full force of his Destructo Beam to try and impede the force, but to no avail. He only hastened the inevitable, as Light Revolution absorbed the force of Tollaw's attack and made it his own. The beam hit him swiftly and loudly, like a drunken Mack truck driver. He raised his arms in a vain attempt to stop the blast, only to realize that energy was hot. Very very hot. He refelxively jerked his arms back, and, the energy unrestrained, was hit with the full-searing power of holy fury. it knocked him onto his back, burning his flesh and clothing in the process.
Once the blast subsided, Eriror was indented into the pavement like gum that has been stepped on a few too many times. His entire body ached, and HIS cloak was completely gone, dissolved into clothing fumes. Though he was almost completely destroyed, it seemed that he was still alive. He impaled the ground with his sword and pulled himself up. While surveying his surroundings, he noticed a rather tired looking Nyreal. He grinned arrogantly at Nyreal.
"You're done! You've used up all your power! I'm going to win..."
"Not quite. Remember, you're a good fighter, but you lost your marbles. Marry Denisia for me, h'okay?"
"How do you know about her! I... She..."
"Yes, she left you. Remarriage is a rather fun enterprise, i'd imagine. Don't lose your mind again, 'cuz I don't want to get any old lovers of yours to wait inside of the Resistance Living Quarters while I go off to beat the snot out of their boyfriend. G'night, pal!" Golden Newtype Wannabe Familiars began to materialize around Nyreal, and float into everyone's business. "Grand Dream Light. Now it's time for ROUZEKI!" He aimed his sword at Eriror, and burst through the atmosphere in a vermillion bolt.
Nyreal reappeared behind Eriror and sheathed his sword.
Eriror opened his eyes in shock, and saw the world fly up from under him.
Nyreal stood over Eriror's prone form and smiled, caret style. "Remember, don't owe any late fees, my friend." He grabbed Tollaw's Zanba and walked off to face Zionus, with his friend's blade hinged on his back.
Eriror smiled once more, but it wasn't a smile of intimidation or disdain--It was truly peaceful, and happy. Eriror had finally reached inner peace. It was time to call Dante.
Nyreal limped towards the altar where so many deaths and rebirths had occured: Soma, Sye, Zionus, Sye again. Now, he was here for the final time to bring back his friend, and despite his injuries from his Dark Side, he was going to return everything she'd done for him. Here, in the Holy Temple of the Great Light. It was time to step up to the plate. His friends were right behind him, holding themselves back, knowing that it was his time to shine.
Death is never a roadblock to life; You can continue to live on in the hearts of others, and when they tell others about you, your life, your story, then your soul continues on, and in this way--memories--a heart becomes immortal, and love never dies. Love is the only thing that makes life worth living!
"Oh Great Light, protector of the Heavens and the Cosmos, I beseech thee: Return my friend, your servant, Light Ryse to me!" Nyreal coughed up blood from his impalation wound. He laughed it off and wrote Light's name on the bottom of the seal, followed by a heart. "I have passed your trial; my soul has been purified! Bring back the Earthly Incarnation of Light!" Nyreal fell onto the altar and called out with the last of his strength, his blood staining the pure etchings:
"Muut... Ditts... Poumn..."
As Nyreal's head hit the rock, the seal lit up and began to spin and glow. The eternally young face of the Great Light looked down on Nyreal's unconscious form.
Aww. How cute. I was having fun playing here with my big sis, but I guess you want her back too. Okay, you two be nice! With a wink, Nyreal's wounds from the battle with Laeryn were completely healed, and he stood up to watch white light spin and twist, leaving the shape of a certain lovable RAmarl behind itself as the light filtered upward. The form of Light was cast, and the white light dispersed, flowing slowly downward in a shower of white sparks. Like Rain!
Light looked at her savior and smiled, "You idiot. You risked your life to save me..." Light laughed long and hard, feeling serenity and happiness. "You bastard!"
Nyreal laughed along with her, and hugged her. "It's good to give you back. Now give me that five bucks you owe me."
"WHAT? You did all this for five bucks?"
"Well, obviously! What, did you think it was for love?"
-BAM!-
D P
The End