Now, the moment you've all been waiting for (specially EliasDaemonwing): The Fight Scene.
Dun dun… aw screw it.
Now, here's how the fights in this trilogy work. Main things you need to know split into two sections:
1.) Going into the fight, the characters will make a scene pulling out their weapons and stuff. Then there's a page break, and then an opening line from the Organization member. The fight itself is entirely italicized, and how long they last depends on the opponent. As this is the first one, won't be too long, bout as long as Xadmain vs. Dexn earlier in the story, maybe longer. The Org. members will have the basic attacks I've always talked about, but at certain points, they'll shout an attack and a new surprise will be unleashed
2.) Now, this part, you're gonna think I'm drunk or high or something, but I'm not. It's an idea, you don't have to do it, but try it: When you read the fight, imagine that you're listening to the fight music from Chain of Memories and KHII. The part where the Organization member pulls the weapon out to the page break is played to the song known as "the 13th Dilemma" (like the scene at Hollow Bastion when Demyx gets ready to fight, if you know what I mean), while the actual fight goes to the tune "the 13th Struggle" (like during the Roxas vs. Axel fight scenes.) and that plays to the end.
I know, you think I'm nuts. Hopefully, you know the tunes I speak of. Just try them.
Well, here I go…
Enjoy:
Chapter Nineteen: A Hero's Choice
It felt like forever for Ned to run to the main hall. All the time wondering if Ren was OK. Had something attacked her? Had someone attacked her? Was she hurt? Was she… He forced that last thought out of his mind. He didn't want to think about it.
Finally, he made it to the place where they had entered. And there she was, lying still as a board, no movement to be seen. He ran up to her and gently lifted her and put her on his lap. She made no response.
"Ren…" he gulped, weakening, "Please, wake up… don't be dead, come on, open your eyes!"
No answer.
"You're wasting your breath."
He looked up. A man with long dark hair and a broad look stood there, dressed in black trench coat and clothing topped with dark glasses. He smiled evilly.
"She can't hear you anymore," he said in a cold voice.
"Who are you?" Ned demanded angrily.
"For now, you may simply call me No. 1," the man said, "as I am the leader of this fine establishment."
Ned gently placed Ren down on the ground and stood up. He looked at "No. 1" with an enraged glare, his fists shaking.
"If she's dead, I swear to God, I'll-"
"She's still alive," No. 1 said, "Just sleeping. You know all about comas, don't you?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!!" Ned screamed at him.
"I did nothing. One of my associated simply put her to sleep, in order to unlock her special 'gift.' She'll wake up in due time."
"And I'm supposed to believe that you did it out of concern or courtesy?" the teen was getting more pissed off by the minute, "Where's Corey? D'you kill him too?"
"Corey is fine," answered No. 1, "He's undergoing a trial right now. Same as you."
Ned was angry and confused at the same time. This man was obviously the leader. But why was he doing this?
"What do you want with me?" he asked, his voice lowering.
The man in black's smirk grew wider. He walked around them in a circle as he spoke.
"You possess a great, valuable item, Ned," he said, "One some people would kill for. The Keyblade-"
At it's mere mention, the blade automatically appeared in Ned's hand. Ned looked at it, never having been more glad to have it right then.
"- A truly marvelous weapon. Do you know what it is used for?"
"I don't know, maybe beating the crap out of you?"
No. 1 laughed.
"Oh, a joker," he said, "No, the Keyblade is used to unlock the heart of the world. With it, you can do great things."
Ned lifted his weapon up. Upon first glance, it was nothing more than an oversized key. But beneath its looks lay a magnificent power… one he had always subconsciously been aware of… the power of light.
"So…" he said, "You're saying… this thing can make me unlock a world's heart?"
"Yes," No. 1 went on, "As the new wielder, you have the power to unlock even the most feeble, the most darkest of hearts."
So this was it. The truth behind truths. The answer to all the riddles. He held, in his possession, the most powerful weapon of all time. And he was the master of it.
"However," No. 1's voice changed to a more serious tone, "To be a wielder, one must overcome a series of tests."
At this, he stopped and fully faced Ned. As he did, he outstretched his hands. Dark orbs began forming out of nowhere. They soon took the forms of two long swords. Then the darkness faded and the blades shook them off, gleaming silver. No. 1 lowered them, without touching, into his hands and twirled them around before stopping them dead towards the floor.
"This," he said, "is one of them."
Ned was on the ready. He held his Keyblade at defensive position, readying for the fight to come.
"I shall test to see whether you are truly worthy enough to wield the Keyblade."
With that, the two swordsmen lunged right at the same time, slamming their swords into each other. No. 1 had the advantage, as he had two swords to Ned's one, but Ned was strong from all his sparring matches with Corey and held his own. Slowly, he began to push his opponent off of him until he was straight up, then he spun and tried to slice.
No. 1 back flipped and landed on his feet. He readied himself just in time for a new attack.
All three swords clanged and clunked around the room, Ned on the offensive, No. 1 on the defensive. He showed almost boredom to the kids' swipes and thrusts.
After a few thunks, he spun and swung his blade. Ned ducked and kicked his legs out from under him. Caught of guard, No. 1 fell onto his back.
He barely had time to groan when Ned, yelling, lifted up and brought the Keyblade down. No. 1's sword barely came up in time to meet his opponent, and a deafening CLANG! rang through the halls.
No. 1 kicked Ned away and back flipped up and onto his feet again. He looked at the boy impressively.
"Not bad," he said.
He lowered his head and concentrated. His body began to shake. Dark electricity began to run rampant up and down his swords. Ned got defensive again, ready to move at a minute's notice.
"DARKNESS SHOCKER!"
No. 1 lifted his arms and sent two gigantic shockwaves racing towards Ned. With no time to dodge it, Ned whipped his Keyblade in front and across him, ready to block.
Both shockwaves came right into his blade and threw him backwards. Ned remained on his feet, trying with all of his might to push the waves away from him before he went slamming into a wall.
Somehow, he found renewed strength in him again. He slammed his foot onto the ground, and, amazingly to both of them, it stopped. He stepped forward and everything went up with him.
He took two more steps before No. 1, shocked and amazed, snapped out of it and thrust forward. Ned was caught off guard, but quickly regained balance and pushed forward again.
Back and forth they went, for a time. Neither one wanting to be on the receiving end. Finally, Ned had had enough. With a gigantic holler, he stepped firmly forwards, swung his Keyblade with all of his might, and sent the shockwave back to its owner.
No. 1, seeing his attack come back, held his swords out and sliced them in half, sending each one in a separate direction. He glared at his opponent.
No more games.
He lifted himself into the air, his body glowing dark. Ned looked at his Keyblade.
Come on, he thought, Help me.
His prayer was answered. Suddenly, he was filled with a strong power, stronger than ever before. And light surged through his body, giving him newfound abilities. He felt like he was floating. Then, looking down, he realized he actually was floating.
"The Darkness has left you. Light fills the world, and you are now the New Light. Use it well."
"DARKNESS WAVE!!!"
No. 1 swung his blades parallel each other and sent a giant wave of darkness towards the brightly lit, floating Ned. The boy showed no fear. He lifted his Keyblade and-
A beam of light illuminated from it, slicing a path straight through the wave. With the newfound path, he flew forward just as No. 1 did too.
They caught each other midway, slamming their blades into the other ones'. They then repeated the beginning of the fight, only this time they flew on their backs, slicing and striking. No. 1 was getting more agitated with each blow.
This had to end.
And indeed it did. Though not how he hoped it would.
He lifted his arm to strike, but Ned kicked the blade out of his hand and smashed the tip of his blade into No. 1's gut. Falling upwards, he lost breathing. As he regained it, Ned whipped to his left and swung with all his might, causing it to fly out of his hands. The Keyblade smacked No. 1 and sent him flying and smashing into a pillar, causing it to crumple.
Ned gracefully landed on the ground. Without even looking up, he held up his hand and CLUNK! The Keyblade fell right into his palm, the fingers squeezing around it tight.
Ned looked at the massive pile of rubble to his fallen opponent, then over to where Ren was laying.
His stomach did ten back flips and then lurched forward.
Ren was gone.
"Well done… Ned…"
No. 1 had lifted himself up. He was beaten and battered, coat torn a little, glasses askew.
As he stood up, Ned placed his Keyblade at the man's neck.
"Tell me where my friend is, and I'll ease your passing," he said, taking a Lord of the Rings line.
"Sure thing, Gimli," No. 1 chuckled, "A few of my men came… and took her, isn't it obvious?"
"No…" he moaned. He couldn't believe it.
Suddenly enraged, he thrust forward, but No. 1 parried and stepped back, getting professional and important again.
"The paths are laid out in front of you. To the left lies shelter and comfort. To the right, redemption and sacrifice. One leads to your family, the other to your friends.
"It's your choice, Ned. Go forward, or go back. You know now what you possess. What will you do?"
As Ned began to open his mouth, No. 1 interrupted.
"Don't tell me what you're doing. Just go."
With that, the main doors opened. Ned glared at him, then stepped forward. Before he reached the doors, he stopped again.
"When I find them, I'll come back," he said, "And I'll kick your ass so hard, they're gonna have to do a new paintjob over all the bloodstained walls."
No. 1 grinned.
"I'll be waiting."
And in a dark matter ball, he was gone.
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Ned looked at the road that lay ahead of him. The one that would bring him forward with his life. The one that would lead him to his friends.
He looked down at his newly beloved Keyblade. The power to do great things… that power was now in himself. He was the light of the world, here to save and protect it.
Why me? The question still lingered in his mind. He was seventeen; he had his whole life ahead of him. All his life, he had merely done what others had wished of him, been second-string when it came to Corey and his slickness. He couldn't even tell Ren how he felt about her. Why would the Keyblade choose him?
And then he remembered… a line, something he had heard from a movie years ago:
"Nobody has to be a hero… it just sometimes turns out that way."
Heroes didn't choose their paths; the paths chose them. Greatness was thrust upon them, they didn't ask or beg for it; many didn't even want it. But even the most reluctant people became heroes. At last, Ned understood why he was here; it was because he was chosen to be, and that was all that mattered. Regardless of job qualifications, it was his turn to be amongst the great ones of his time.
He looked again out into the distance. Somewhere, out there, his destiny lie.
"Hang on, guys," he said softly, "I'm coming."
Keyblade in hand and perched on his shoulder, he rushed forward, suddenly eager to go on an adventure.
And with that, the greatest adventure of all time…
Had begun.
Not over yet. Still one more chapter to end it out.
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