I actually wrote this with the last chapter, but decided to split it to keep the length consistent with other chapters. By the end of this chapter, shout hooray, 'cause I believe this story turns +100 reviews
Jackalobe: Your 'OC' appears in the next chapter.
Grievous Shakar: Your character appears in this chapter
Robin takes the offensive and throws his birdarangs, so all but Shadow have to move out of the way. Leaping on at him, Robin prepares to KO, but shadow has other powers other than darkness. Shadow holds Robin in mid-air with his power, lathering a ball of flame in the other. Robin's utility belt activates and a mini-guided missile/firecracker, hits Shadow, surprising him enough to release the spell.
Synn flies behind Robin and does her blaspheme rhapsody with devastating effect. The trees uproot as the blasts spiral in bright confusion, ripping branches and splintering trunks as Synn blazed with energy. Robin's cover behind a rock is becoming unsuitable as it cracks. Timing the blasts, he jumps out to successfully launch an energy disk that makes it to Synn, blowing her backwards. He has no time to lose as Icarus tears the desert sand with his laser eyes sweeping up a storm, turning the sand into glass. It just so happened that Robin had a mirror on him, so Icarus faltered, covering his eyes and another birdarang saw to his quick impact with good old earth.
Shadow claps his hands together and the glass shatters, he launches it at Robin. Nightwing turns his back on the missiles and shrugs it off in his special suit. Robin swings his pole around to hit the rock Shadow throws straight after, back at the sorcerer. Shadow grins and holds back the rock just in front of his chest, where Robin boots into him, breaking the rock as well.
As Shadow groans, Rich bursts through (Waiting for all the sand, glass and energy to stop) to attack. Robin misses him with his pole arm several times, but chucks it at him. Rich instinctively catches, letting Robin smash him with a birdarang, reclaiming the pole to flip him away.
Icarus roars in and his blades are much stronger than before, but Robin proves faster. A retraction of the pole allows him to fall on his hands to sweep Icarus's legs with a double kick. Icarus only smiles and opens his wings to stop his fall. It also helps in amplifying the force of the extending pole arm that launches him up.
Teleporting, Synn and Robin clash their long weapons, with Synn's being the deadlier (Butcher's knife at the top duh!). A Blaspheme Rhapsody almost opens up, but a lightning throw from Robin and Synn is wrapped in cord including her wings which fire and blast her back smoking, badly shaken and dazed.
Rich and Shadow jump in with punches and kicks. They are able to dodge Robin's pole arm and Shadow manages to hold it while Rich connects the first punch that sends Robin back. Using the weapon, Shadow swings in, coating the weapon with what shadow power he had left so it became bladed. Robin pulls out his birdarang sword and they clash.
Icarus also joins in via teleport, and behind, but Robin is able to take them both on. Detaching a flash grenade and shutting his glare protectors on his eyes, the blast blinds Shadow and Icarus long enough for Robin to move away, letting Icarus fly blindly into Shadow with his blades forward, finally shattering the dark mage in a huge fragmentation that burns at Icarus.
Robin faces Rich and a few swipes forces Rich into retreat. Synn teleports and stabs at Robin from behind, piercing his cloak and slashing his side a little. Blocking the blade off with his sword at his side, Robin back flips to kick Synn in the face. Using extra grip with his cloak, he wrenches the glaive from Synn and head butts her down.
While Rich grabs the pole arm from where Shadow had fallen, Icarus rushes up in the air and down to meet Robin. Robin looks up with his sword in one hand extended to one side. Icarus concentrated and prepared to block the sword in his attack, so he fails to see the glaive concealed in Robin's other hand and behind his cloak, which goes through and shatters the angel of heresy.
Rich strikes out with Robin's pole to fling the glaive from his hand and back to Synn. Both villains rush on Robin with their long weapons, Robin using his sword. Like flint their weapons struck as their skills competed for supremacy. Robin hits Rich's pole so hard it flings into Synn's face, knocking her back. Firing his grapple iron, Robin aims well away from Rich who smiles, until Robin uses the iron like a ball and chain to smack into Rich's face, bleeding and sprawled on the floor.
Synn gets up and holds Robin off with her glaive. But the sword proves stronger than her weapon, and the glaive's length is snapped in two. Robin sweeps in with a swipe to the midsection to finish her off.
Bearing the shards from Synn, Rich screams in his harsh voice to smack Robin in the head with the pole. Robin rolls to the ground and gets up, then duck to avoid another swipe, then bolts into Rich's stomach head first. Rich lets go of the pole and wrenches Robin's sword from his hand so it is flung from both of them. They grapple hands with Rich's scarred face contorted in anger. Robin flips his legs forwards and walks up Rich's front with kicks. Dazed, Rich lets go and Robin belts him in the stomach twice, a double kick to the chest and then, as Rich hit an ice wall, a high sweeping kick headshot to KO the adversary in a sickening crack. Rich's form twitches and convulses before bursting into shards.
Pakkrat grabs Robin's head and tries to twist it from his spine. Robin holds.
"It's a pity it had to end now baby bird. Such a waste…" says Pakkrat close to his ear. He tries twisting the other direction quickly, but Robin adjusts.
"You're the only waste Pakkrat!" says Robin, trying to break loose, but Pakkrat tightens his hold. "The only pity is that you don't seem to see the right choice from the wrong, despite how much wisdom you have of this world."
"That's your opinion." says Pakkrat, turning back the other way, then back again, but Robin succeeds in countering it. "Shekron overwhelmed my character, and he will you! Nothing you have gained will prepare you for him. Nothing! It is hopeless! Even if you do win, you will never truly defeat him! He will conquer you!"
"Not if you kill me first!"
"That is another option I'm willing to take!"
Pakkrat twists the other way and Robin turns to meet it, and then takes action. Pulling his legs up from the ground to his face so Pakkrat is off balance from lifting him, he sends his feet back to the ground, launching both of them forward, Pakkrat flying over his head.
Pakkrat rolls up, but Robin grabs his arm to throw the shell launcher away. Pakkrat's lunges and powerful fists are too uncontrolled, and Robin grabs his arm in a lock to pull the larger enemy down and kicks him in the face. Pakkrat pulls out a knife to which Robin punches out of his hand, then a punch to his other arm, a kick to the gut, a pounding of the head and one last great kick to send Pakkrat soaring, and ironically right upon Robin's sword that lies tilted up from a crevice in the cement steps…
The land is an abandoned city of cement, worn out by time and nature. Pakkrat coughs leaning on some broken steps and his feet begin the fragmenting… Robin walks around and looks on pitifully; yet knowing Pakkrat would probably kill him or pull him on the sword if he came closer.
"And you're quite right too!" laughs Pakkrat, coughing blood. The fragmenting reaches his knees.
"Who is Shekron?" says Robin.
"He is a thing…"
"A character…"
"More so…"
"He is a powerful character…"
"More horrible…"
"A monster…"
"More or less… A form… yes. This beast never dies, it will continue in the forms of countless monsters and beasts inspired by the shear cruelty this first, and this original has been created from. Defeated as it will in this tale, it perhaps can never be completely defeated."
"And you helped him…"
"Ha…" coughs Pakkrat. "I guess you think me evil? No, I merely accept I'm not totally good... that was enough. The story may have ended for us, but it continues through all time... without a reader these worlds can perhaps be their own, or his… either way, he will never be defeated by the likes of you…"
"We shall see…"
Pakkrat smiles before he shatters and the world changes. It is once again the wasteland that they had first seen, the lava flows, volcanoes and scorched earth.
…
Grievous leaps out… "I am far from finished."
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Robin dives backwards to evade the lightsabre swipes of Grievous, fully revived and at his most powerful. He wrenches his weapon out just in time to catch the lightsabres that actually start to cut through the sword. Grievous's other two arms slice forward and Robin has to make a quick retreat, throwing a birdarang to delay Grievous for a mere fraction of a second, he darted under a lighsabre and began searching in the barren land...
Going to the remains of the stone pillars, Robin brushed close to the stones in his wild dash to try and evade the half droid, but like a berserk gorilla, Grievous bounded off the stones, tattering Robin's cloak as well with close slashes. No weapon he had was suitable to combat lightsabres, and his strength and speed were far outmatched by him. He needed to level the playing fields.
Robin plants a bomb on one of the pillars, and as soon as Grievous bounds at it, it detonates sending him back a bit, but hardly scratched. The blast is so close that Robin himself gets hurled forward, almost crashing on the ground. Pushing himself up with his hands as he went down, he scrambled on… there it was…
Just on the edge of a crevice was a belt of lightsabres, carelessly thrown down by Shekron after Grievous's first defeat. He reaches, but they disappear… the world is ice. Grievous…
"I have grown powerful boy wonder. Rivalling even your own powers I should think." says Grievous in his mechanical voice. "Now taste pain!"
Grievous leaps at Robin with blades poised for a killer strike. Just before he comes down, the scene changes to a rocky maze, Grievous just manages to pull his feet up to land before he smacks into a rock. Robin has hidden himself.
"You cannot hide forever boy!" snarls Grievous and he tries to change the scene to blow Robin's cover, but both of their wills collide, ripping the fabrics of the realm to the place where this story began…
Robin looked around himself. It wasn't dark, yet it wasn't bright. It was shadowy, yet as clear and white as you could imagine. He knew where he was… he only hoped he knew who he was… to believe he could survive this terror. Grievous looked at him from the distance.
"So be it…" sighs Robin.
"It shall…" says Grievous, and they suddenly appear before each other in a blink.
Grievous has not fought in this realm, so he gets surprised, especially since he didn't even see Nightwing move at all, nor himself. Nightwing quickly plants an EMP on him and pushes from the droid in a kick before Grievous could react. The shockwave bursts two lightsabres that weren't turned off in time and paralyses Grievous for a few seconds, seconds used by Robin to revert the world back to the barren wastes. He grabs the lightsabres and blocks Grievous's dastardly strike in the desert sands. The Cyborg is fuming and Nightwing's bomb falls off in ashes.
Nightwing grunts to try and match Grievous's strength. Both just hold the attack as they recover from the previous events. Nightwing starts the conversation. "Pakkrat couldn't defeat me, Rich couldn't defeat me, Synn, Icarus, Shadow… they all couldn't beat me. What makes YOU so confidant?" and Grievous increases his push.
"A lot of things, a lot of minds!" gloats Grievous Shakar. "As we speak thousands upon thousands are being made aware of my presence! I have gone beyond my creator, that pathetic writer who had the nerve to use me, ME as his pen name. I have gone well beyond these confines!"
"So have I!" and they break off the lock and start duelling. Grievous's precision and computer speed helps to match Nighting's creativity and natural ability. "Surprised Grievous?"
"Not really… Are you?" and they lock again with sabres downwards, this time the arms are twisting to try and break free. "You see Nightwing, Robin, whoever you are… I have a character beyond the pen name. A character that flies on the minds of many millions, my face is plastered on bus stops, lunch boxes, cars and even on beverage cans. Cartoons, comics and the magnificent movies, yes, Episode three has made me a god! Like A GOD! EVERY SECOND I Grow MORE Powerful!"
"Like Shekron huh?" says Nightwing and they break out, Nightwing besting one side, and Grievous proving stronger on the other, so they both equal out. Robin shivers slightly as they perform in a great circus tent, where Dick Grayson's parents died.
"Fool!" mocks Grievous. "You know who Shekron is. I am on another mission! I am, as we speak, plaguing more minds! My great character, oh so much more insidious and far more visually compelling than you, will outflank your pathetic attempts! I am a far greater character than you will ever be!"
Nightwing ducks and Grievous's lightsabre chops down the tent support. The massive oak falls in the forest in a deafening crash, monkeys scattering. Grievous battles fiercer, pushing Robin backwards. Robin does his best, but he is still purged by his wounds from the other fight. He backs into something…
Grievous stabs and it buries into the wheeled machine, just centimetres from Robin's face. Robin dodges and blocks the other blade, moving from the tight spot to observe the scenery of Grievous's demise in the movie.
"The imagination cannot be ruled by us Grievous! Every character shares the same fate, even those who are become more popular, more appealing than others!" says Robin, as they battle amongst the rocks. Grievous picks up a rock with his feet and launches it. Robin gets hit and falls down, pulling his legs up to avoid dismemberment, he rolls like an egg down the slope and into a bog. Grievous leaps after him and smacks into a tree in the pine forest. The world rips back to the panel of nothingness…
"What you're doing is pointless Grievous…" pants Robin as they circle each other without moving. Drifting and coming closer in the void. "You are not real, so what is being in the minds so important? Tell me!"
"I am immortalised!" comments Grievous, trying to rush Robin, but he only drifts further away. "I live forever, and my fury is imprinted on the mind, so that I may live!" But inside he is crumbling. What was this trickery?
"No… you are not." says Nightwing. "It is their anger that makes you, it is their minds that created you Grievous, you do not create the evil in them! You are nothing without them! It is pointless! Give up your purposeless fight! You fight to gain power? What good is your power here? For your own benefit? YOU ARE NOT REAL! You are but being used! Do you think what you're saying is true? ANSWER ME!"
Grievous stands right in front of Robin. Easily in striking distance, but they both just stand still. Grievous is destroyed, his purpose gone… he is, but a shell.
"I am sorry…" says Robin. He doesn't know really why, but he gives the lightsabres back to the enemy. It was one thing to know you are nothing, but at least he would be in his full form and greatness, as he had been. Like the fossil remains of the dinosaurs, displaying the might of what had once been so dominating…
"YOU WILL BE SORRY!"
Robin falls down to avoid the swipes. Grievous's eyes go black and then shine pale… Shekron…
"YOU!" shouts Robin, rolling away, getting slightly burned by the heat of the weapons as the skim his neck.
"It was always me, he just didn't know it yet, the fool!" laughs Shekron in Grievous. "And so you shall end hero!"
Robin retreats, bumping into many large rocks as he fled from Grievous who sliced at the rocks madly. Robin throws a birdarang, but it is easily stopped by one of his lightsabres. One weapon is thrown at Robin who just avoids it. He doesn't have time to claim it however, as Grievous continues to chace him with determination of a demon. Grievous picks up the weapon with his foot and tosses it back to his hand.
"COME ON SHEKRON!" shouts Robin, sweating and trying to find a way out of this mess. "EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING IS COMPLETELY UNREAL! YOU HAVE NO POINT! YOU HAVE NO PURPOSE! THIS FIGHT ISN'T GOING TO GET US ANYWHERE! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"
"Be sure I will tell you…" says Grievous. "If you survive!"
Grievous leaps like a grasshopper on steroids and straight upon Robin. Robin has no alternative but to face him head on…
The foul machine gets a surprise when Nightwing jumps at him while he was still falling. Grievous immediately put his sabres before him to obliterate Nightwing, which came to Nightwing's benefit. From his gauntlets, two small beams fire at Grievous's arms. The electricity wraps around the laser swords and up Grievous's arm, but not powerful enough to go further up, nor destroy the sabres… it does however lock Grievous's arms back up…
The cyborg curses as his hands come back together, dropping the lightsabres. Nightwing continues up and punches Grievous in the face and body-slamming him down.
Grievous is not amused. He easily gets up before the badly shaken Robin and punches him away several feet and into a crater, blood sprayed on his mechanical arm. Splitting his limbs again, he grabs his lightsabres and sprints to the pit… and gets a rather nasty surprise…
"Deflect this!" says Robin, with a large mark on his face. On his hand is Pakkrat's shell launcher. You can't block exploding shells with a lightsabre…
Grievous is sent sky high as the projectile burries into his chest. The droid lets out a great roar before exploding in a brilliant ball of fire. The land is bleakly lit from a source other than the volcanoes for once. Body parts fly great distances from the power of the blast. A leg almost falls on Robin as he made his way out of the hole…
"So uncivilised…" he grunts, wiping the blood from his face.
A mist shrouded the land again and Robin suddenly became aware of a presence that had been watching the battle. He knew, somehow he knew in his heart that he would have to face him. For this is the only way this story can end… Shekron Kaizer…
Evocative Writer: Thanks, I'll use your material in the chapters coming up for sure
gianluca de duonni: THANK'S HEAPS! Really got inspiration for Shekron's next scene!
Grievous Shakar: Sorry that took so darn long!
Thanks everyone else for the reviews, but keep your ideas and thought flowing. I want this end to be the best it can be!
Poll: Just curious
Which one of the OC fighters do you like the most? Synn, Icarus, Shadow, Rich, Pakkrat or Grievous (Who sort of is an OC)? Don't count Shekron.
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Might be a while or the next one. I'll be listening for any ideas, even flames.