Heya Guys! I know it's been a long long while since I have updated Gomen! *Grovels at your feet* Basically I had half of this chapter all done and I was really pleased with it… then…my laptop broke. I wasn't impressed as you could imagine and haven't since been able to retrieve it. Then after that I got a boyfriend, work hours got ridiculous and haven't really had the time but now … no boyfriend, less hours at work and now using the home computer when the house is quiet. I have managed to get this chapter done in less than a week, I read through my old reviews and they got me so motivated I managed to get his chapter done within a week! Your reviews mean so much to me as a writer so please please please review this! I'm already working on chapter 13 but not sure what storyline I'm gunna do for the next beybattle, all I know is I'm gunna try my best.
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Boris Balkov towered behind and between his five mindless soldiers. He was dressed in an egotistical leather trench coat and clanking metal clad boots. His rugged unkind face and haunting goggles was intimidating and his very presence was unnerving.
Ian's statuesque form aimed his beyblade and readied to pull the trigger as his puppet-master instructed. His body was frozen, stiff and achy, like his muscles were the strings pulled tight. His dark purple hair lay limp over his face covering most of his horrific bruising from days before. The lapels of his military jacket flapped up on one side as the wind held it there. If conscious enough he would have been grateful for it, sheltering a small section of his cheek, which hid a weeping 2" gash behind it. Not much could be seen of his face at all. His nose peeped between his flat hair and only one stony dead eye was visible. His small stocky body, usually so cocky was now a plain wooden figurine of Biovolt. Ian was like a hollow and scratched doll, and to Boris …completely disposable.
Max's stance was entirely different. He was full of hope and determination. His body was a picture of health, save a little pale from the cold. But then at Minus 5 degrees anyone would be. His freckles dotted his face attractively and his aquatic eyes were alive with energy. Although rippling shivers coursed throughout his body, he was ready for his match.
Emily stood firmly at Max's side. Her beautiful orange hair flickered with every gust and her glasses perched elegantly on her frozen pink nose. Her PPB Allstarz bomber jacket was zipped up to her neck and she wore a pair of Hilary's winter cargo pants, decidedly a better alternative to long socks and a miniskirt.
"Let It RIP!"
Boris's words were instantly heeded. Ian curled his rigid finger, pulled the trigger and Wyborg was released. It zipped and flashed through the snow like purple lightening, threatening to kill whatever in its path. Max's keen eye saw the deadly viper striking and discharged his own weapon to counteract it. Emily launched just seconds after with a well timed swing of her tennis racket launcher. Side by side Trygator and Draciel braced for the hissing snakes impact. The blades high intensity spin caused the layers of snow to melt and be sloshed away, leaving a battle zone of hard icy earth. A far cry from the purpose built beydishes the female was used to.
"Remember the plan Max" Said Emily, her thin framed glasses glinted in the low light and her ginger hair flickered wildly as the wind picked up. Her voice stern.
Max eyes were focused and wired. "I gotcha. I'm ready for this"
Ian's blade smashed directly into Max's with full force. The first blow caused Max to blink with the shockwave that stung his orbs. The snake bitbeast mindlessly slammed away. Wyborg was causing little damage if any at all and Max comfortably allowed him. The blonde remained firm, his thin lips tight and straight, his brow bent and calculated.
"Excellent" Emily murmured contently with a small grin.
"If he keeps slugging away like this eventually he's gunna have no strength left. Max's defensive style is perfect. Ian's Wyborg is attacking head on with no strategy. Heh what he doesn't realize is that the more he attacks Draciel, the more damage he's doing to himself. Thanks to the modified attack ring, Judy and I constructed for him, he won't even have to go out of defence mode to win. The new attack ring is designed like a very rough, very strong nail file. The more the attacking blade comes into contact with him, the more damage Max does. He literally erodes away the opponents' blade, attack ring, weight disk, the lot. It's only a matter of "
"That's right Draciel! Keep going!" Max wasn't the type to get cocky too quick, especially with Boris in control.
"When Wyborg is a mere spinning stump, Trygator and I will go in for the kill. I'm not usually one to sit back and let someone else have all the action but this way we're playing it safe" Emily thought, knowing full well what was at steak.
"That's a seemingly clever plan blondie but just let me ask. How are you going to win if you don't attack by yourself? I've noticed you haven't even come out of defence mode." Boris hummed arrogantly.
Max and Emily glanced at each other nervously. Their pupils dilating and their lips began to part.
"And why is that?...Oh I see… your beyblade is so heavily built on defence that it's just pure bulk. It simply hasn't got the agility to attack. Hahahaaha and guessing that's where the girl comes in. A simple plan. My guess is that she's your only way of attacking…."
The Russian fiend rested one fleshy hand on the smaller Russians shoulder and ordered with a cruel grin.
"Ian, take her out of the equation."
"No!" Yelled Max. Flabbergasted that's Boris saw through their plan so quickly. Emily's eyes widened with disbelief. She panicked, she had no time to react, and her perfect plan was foiled.
"Emily! Emily watch out!" Yelled Max, his blonde wavy hair flailing in the gusts.
Her blade was smashed several feet away but remained strong. She called on the only thing she could. Trygator. The alligator beast bit back with strong chomping jaws and bashed at Wyborg with crushing force. The snake and alligator coiled and rolled in a reptilian death match. Wyborg was going in for the kill and as much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't take much more of this. Her defence was never her strongest attribute and neither was endurance, her speciality was attacking and as strong as she was, Wyborg was more than she could handle.
"I'm coming for you Emily" Cried Max.
Boris was right. Max's blade was built entirely on defence; he was cumbersome and heavy but by no means weak. The green spinning boulder that was Max's beyblade, moved as fast as its heavy body could. It crashed Wyborgs' lighter frame out of the way with ease and span close and controlled next to Trygator. The crocodilian beast was wavering and swayed nauseously. It had taken a lot of damage and Max was instantly concerned. He couldn't remember Ian being this powerful.
"Hang in there Emily!" She looked stressed and tired. She was way out of her depth and she knew it. Her beyblade training had slipped over the past couple of years as tennis tournaments took priority. Wyborg was savage and repeated his attack on the girl. Max was getting riled and flustered, frustrated that his blade was too slow to keep up with Wyborgs' reckless speed. The viper was striking too fast for Draciel to deflect. Emily was a sitting duck.
"As soon as you've taken down the girls' blade, take Max's down too and take his bitbeast. Don't stop until you have it. Understand Ian?"
"Yes Sir" Ian murmured as coldly as a computer generated voice. Flat and unfeeling.
"I've had enough!" Yelled Max. Draciels' green aurora lit up the snow around it and his blade increased in speed with cyclonic ferocity.
"Heavy Viper Wall!" Draciel created a heavy impenetrable defence shield around his and Emilys' blade thus protecting them from harm. Wyborg viciously attacked the side like a wasp caught in a jam jar, its venom glands bubbling and angry. Drone like it attacked again and again but the green, glowing, glass-like shield was too strong and Wyborg simply bounced away. Max's fists were curled, held out in front of him and he arched over slightly, completely engaged in defence. Emily glanced to her right at Max's valiant stance.
Her beyblade skills had diminished whereas his had flourished. Her pride caused her too feel a little jealous and yet grateful he was there.
"Ok enough messing around, Ian finish them off! I want Draciel in my possession right now. You're facing the weakest blader of the Bladebreakers and it shouldn't be taking you this long!" said Boris from unimpressed lips.
"You are the only one on your team to fail when it really matters, little Max. During the first World championships and BEGA tournaments exactly how many matches did you win? Hmmmm?"
Max scowled dangerously at Boris. His lips remained sealed and his eyes expressed fury as deep and as untameable as the sea. His gloved fists clenched tighter as Boris began to bury under his skin, like a parasite infecting his emotions.
"Don't let him get to you Max. Really you are an amazing…" Max shhhed her to stop.
"Enough Emily." The blonde spat. "I don't need your pity. I do my best when I beyblade. I love the sport. I love battling my friends fairly and with honour. That's the way I play. Win or lose makes no difference to me."
Boris cackled, pleased he got a reaction from the teen.. "Yes but losers are losers boy. So you're saying you're satisfied with a match even if you walk away a loser."
"Yes that's exactly it" Max retorted. His head lowering and his eyes darkening.
"HAHA so tell me. Will you still be satisfied when I take your beloved Draciel away from you?"
Max's' voice became low and fiery. "Its not gunna happen…"
"You can't keep that defence up forever boy" Boris gleefully remarked.
Max knew it, he could see the cracks of his defence showing already. Keeping a defence shield around his own blade was easy but to hold a shield wide enough for Trygator too was proving draining.
"I don't know how long I can keep this up. If I don't protect Emily, Ian's gunna take her out with his next blow and she'll lose her bitbeast for sure. And yet I can't keep this up forever, my energy reserves are dwindling. I have to attack now with all the strength I have. It's now or never. I don't care what Boris says. I am not the weakest of my team. Or at least I don't think so."
"Draciel this is it!" Roared Max. His blonde hair rose up with the awesome power that flowed throughout his body.
Max pointed his warm coated arm and ordered. "Tidal wave attack!"
"Max what are you doing?" Emily shrieked.
"Trust me! Draciel get him, don't back down" The Americans beyblade went into overdrive and shot for the Russian blade.
"Get him! Ian finish him off!" shouted Boris angrily. His taunts hadn't discouraged Max like he wanted and this displeased him further.
Draciel and Wyborg clash and battered each other. Suddenly Wyborg disappeared out of sight. Max panicked, his heart raced.
"Where'd he go?" whispered Max, alarmed.
Wyborg, like a phantom reappeared and struck Trygator faster than the eye could see. The purple flash battered the crocodilian beast and sent it flying. Trygator soared past Emily's' face and reflected in her glasses like a mirror. In slow motion before her, Emily saw her blade stop spinning and lay half covered by mud and snow, motionless. She gasped and fell to her knees. Disbelieving, her jaw dropped and her glasses slid down her nose exposing her soft blue eyes to the cold.
"Ian, take her bitbeast NOW!"
Wyborg did as instructed and started to extract Trygator. Cold and feelingless the short Russian captive stood and watched.
"Noooo I won't let you!" screamed Max. His emotion poured into the trusty turtle.
Emily began to sob. "Max, what are you doing!"
Max half turned his head so that he could see her from one eye. "You've lost Trygator once haven't you Emily, you know how much it hurts to lose one of your best friends right?"
She sobbed, wiping her eyes with a gloved hand. "Uhhhhuhhh"
"Well I've lost Draciel far too many times and if I let you lose your bitbeast, what kind of a friend would that make me."
Max shot in and turbulently bashed Wyborg out of the way, thus stopping the painful extraction. Draciel and Wyborg locked heads and begin their raging assault. They battle with full contact with ground crushing consequences.
"Just give up boy. You are weak and you know it"
"You don't even know me Boris" Yelled Max, holding his arm above his golden brows. The blades spin was intense which whipped the polar air into his eyes.
"You are too soft and caring, they are weaknesses. Biovolt soldiers have care and compassion beat out of them from day one and see how strong they are..."
"…If you looked after number one from the very start of this match you may have stood a slightly better chance of winning, but instead you protected that weakling behind you. You have put yourself on the line and now you are going to lose. Face it Draciel is mine"
"You'll never have him. Ever! Id sooner throw him into the ocean than you have your grubby paws on him…You see Boris I'm stronger and smarter than you think. Take this!"
"Heavy Viper Wall!"
"Haha what are you doing boy, using a defensive manoeuvre again. How are you going to defeat me with no attack? Fool"
"No Boris, you are the fool, I don't need to attack I just need to keep Wyborg close, close enough to grind down to nothing but a spinning top. Notice my force field Boris. I can keep my opponents from getting close but I can also stop them from getting away. You see my "useless" attack ring? It's sanding Wyborg into dust!" Sure enough purple dust and metal shavings littered the frost covered terrain where Max held Wyborg captive.
"Noo! What are you doing?"
"I know you don't know what you're doing Ian so I'm gunna do you a favour and END THIS!"
"Draciel! Now take him out!"
Wyborg was battered, sanded smooth and was shot away like a bullet. The useless weapon landed before Boris's feet.
Emily rose as she sees Wyborg flung away like a discarded can.
A white silence hung in the air.
"Max you did it! You beat him. For a second there I thought he had us but… Max?..."
Max stood zombie like in the position he'd held the entire match. His feet hadn't moved from the snow pockets his feet had made and only his coat and hair blew with the wind.
"Max?..."
Max's body began to crumple. Emily gasped and just about caught him. She knelt down beside him and rested his blonde furry head on her small fleshy lap and wrapped her long arms over his shoulders. Draciel and Trygator rest at his side like they had minds of their own and wished to rest by him.
Max's face was dangerously pale, his eyes were closed softly and his mouth slightly parted.
"Man, he's exhausted…" She peered down with worried features. In this arctic temperature he won't last long. "What do I do…" she whimpered.
Feet away, Boris was furious, his eyes glowed red behind his cruel goggles. . Ian's eyes were as cold and stony as when the match started, he felt no fear, nothing towards his loss. The crooked vampire took his incompetent puppet and violently shook him by the scruff of his neck, before throwing him several feet in the air with his behemoth arms. Ian fell and became unconscious in the snow, the cold had bit at his body all day and now it chewed at him as he lay face down in it. Emily watched in horror at Ian treatment, she was disgusted and wanted so badly to go over to him and at least lay him on his back. Boris was too dangerous to approach and right now Max needed her.
As the female American clutched her faithful Trygator she watched in twisted worry and relief. Her match was over and thankfully won thanks to Max and Draciel. She peered over the vast and bleak tundra and gazed at the others who were yet to finish their matches. Beside her were Rick and Lee of White Tiger X and things weren't going well. Blood on the snow was a bad thing.
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