Chapter Twenty: To Challenge Fate
As his first move, Charon thrusted his lances at Amy and I. We both moved his spears to the side by using our blades, but then he… warped behind us, getting us in the shoulders. I screamed in pain as he pushed the spear further into me.
After a few moments of agony, I walked forward, removing the spear. I then did a spin slash, in the opposite direction of Amy, who was still stuck with a spear. Though the blow should have connected, something seemed to stop my slash just millimeters from his skin.
Amy had now stepped away from his lance, and did a batto-jutsu to the best of her ability (with one of her arms disabled). Her blow, as well, was stopped just millimeters before connecting. Something was wrong here… something I couldn't quite place my finger on.
"So, you two thought normal weapons would be enough to defeat ME? How touching." Charon taunted us. Something didn't seem right about him… even knowing what he was, there was something off-putting about this whole fight.
"You can't beat me, forlorn heroes. Nothing in your power can stop me." He continued to taunt, whirling his lances and charging at us. Again I used my blade to knock the blow away from me, but this time I spun at the same time, making a blow that should have connected with his lower torso when he appeared behind us. It didn't connect.
Amy had once again been stricken in the shoulder. She screamed in agony as the lance was driven further into her skin. I tried another blow that would have knocked Charon's head clean off his shoulders, but it too was stopped. I started to fear for my life…
"Is it starting to sink in, Dark Boy? No attack can hurt me here. Not here, in my own Realm of Light!" Charon yelled, swinging his other lance at me. The blow hit, and I was sent flying into the wall. I spat up a little blood, then stood back up, Masamune in hand.
During this time, Charon had continued to attack Amy, who was now a bloody mess on the floor. I felt that dark rage building up in me, but I didn't feel any power enter my body. It must have been this place… the Realm of Light. There was no darkness here.
"So, Dark Boy, do you understand it now? I can control your fate, as well as your light and therefore, by consequence, your darkness. You cannot defeat me." He said calmly, then rushed at me. Instead of using a thrusting maneuver, Charon had his spear outstretched in a horizontal position, intending to knock me into the wall again.
But then I felt something… not my darkness, but a distant memory. I slashed down on his lance just before he would have rammed into me. Even though I was able to stop his blow, the recoil from my attack sent me flying through the wall and into regions unknown.
