(I'm back, people! And thank you, Prussianess, for the helpful review.
Seriously, though, I feel like I'm being a little redundant with the action here. So I'm gonna toss in something a little more.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.)
Dreamsand whirled around the Sandman as he flew towards Pitch, ready to strike him with the diamond dagger. The moonbeam's glow was just as bright, ready to chase the darkness away and put an end to this nonsense.
But before Sandy could even get within two feet of Pitch, something metal swung across his neck, nearly breaking it and throwing him back down to the ground. The moonbeam flashed, recognizing the source.
"Trying to be a hero, Sandman?" Tsar Lunar asked as he tapped his staff into his hand.
Sanderson exhaled – it would have been a grunt if he had a voice to grunt with.* He looked up at MiM with tired and angry eyes, then to Jack, who was still struggling to take control of himself, then at Nightlight's lifeless body.
Sandy's face finally set into anger.
Must be stopped.
He conjured one of his whips in one hand, and held the dagger tightly in the other. Then a cloud of dreamsand carried the Sandman into the sky.
"Jack! Snap out of it!" Tooth shook the winter spirit, but he could only scream. For one split second though, he opened his eyes, and what he saw for one split second was the Nightmare King sneering at them, the Guardians that were slowly losing. The Nightmare King was sneering at him.
All of a sudden, a burst of anger rushed through Jack, overcoming the pain, and he felt himself stop shaking. His hands took up his staff once more, and it glowed again – but this time, it glowed a dark blue. His eyes turned yellow, much like the Fearling that had bitten him.
The Wind carried him away, in the direction of the Bogeyman. He fired more black and shadowy ice shards at Pitch, and the latter deflected them a split second before they hit him.
He cackled. "So, Frost, how does it feel like to be part of the darkness?"
Jack hovered a good ten feet away from Pitch, replying in a low growl, "It makes me feel like I want to kill you."
"Ah, a little rebel; what a perfect little shadow you'll make!" Then Pitch raised his scythe, ready to fight.
Katherine stared at everything around her. The feeling of dread inside her had only intensified ever since they got into this situation. If only they had something to turn the tables…
"Enjoying the view, storyteller?" someone asked, and she turned swiftly to see the Kishin. They stared at each other for some time – Mother Goose looking cross, and Asura looking amused.
"Not for long." He smirked, and his weapon appeared out of his mouth again, sparking red. A blast fired almost immediately, and she lowered her head, preparing for the blow.
Which never came.
Katherine opened her grey eyes, scanning herself for any kind of injuries, and then looked up at what everyone else was staring at.
Black was the first thing her observant mind processed. The dark cloak billowed in the mellow breeze – the Wind had suddenly become silent – and she noticed that claw-like hands protruded from it, gripping a scythe with a wooden handle and a metal blade. A skull accounted for the figure's head.
The word "DEATH" was etched into one of his arms.
Asura scowled.
"What are you doing here, Lord Death?" he asked. "This isn't your fight."
The Grim Reaper waved a hand to Nightlight. "Now it is," he said in a deep, gravelly voice. "And it was always my business when you started breaking all the rules I set in place and disrupted the balance."
"You call this balance?" Asura looked to the Guardians. "Hasn't anyone told them that the lights are starting to go out?"
"What?" Katherine muttered. But before she could ask anything else, or even turn to look at Pitch, a sharp, draining pain started running through her – and the other Guardians as well.
Jack's eyes turned back to blue, and he shook his head, wondering what had just happened. All he remembered was a strong gust of wind, and then anger, and—
He felt himself drop to the ground, the Wind unable to carry him even while he was holding his staff. The winter spirit fell onto Bunnymund, who felt the effects of the children losing belief and was starting to shrink.
Lord Death turned to face the Kishin, holding up his scythe.
"So be it," he muttered, barely above a whisper, straightening his claw-like hand.
"SHINIGAMI CHOP!"
The blow was brought down full force, hitting Asura right in the face, throwing him down to the ground. A crater formed, and Jack stared on despite the pain rushing through his body. "Whoa…" he muttered in awe.
"Of all people," Pitch muttered to himself, "I did not expect the Grim Reaper himself to intervene." He held his scythe. "Nevertheless, he's a bother and a threat to my plan." He vanished into the shadows, preparing to strike a blow.
Asura laughed maniacally, raising himself up from the ground, with only a bleeding nose to show for an injury. He wiped the blood away, and said, "Is that all you can do to me? Is that all you're really capable of at this moment?"
The death god looked down at the kishin, at who was supposed to be his enemy, and grunted. "I could do more than that, if you listened to my reprimanding." He wanted to add something else, but he had to spare himself the pain if he could.
"Well, that's not much of an answer, now is it?" Asura grinned. He moved his hands, as if he were chanting an incantation without spoken words. Then a circular red rune formed in front of him, as if it were a force field. Three red eyes appeared onto it, blasting red beams at the god of death. These Lord Death dodged swiftly, and the only things he got that were close to wounds were distortions of his cloak.
"Now the fight is really starting," MiM noted with a hint of amusement in his voice.
(So I wanted to put more in there, but I had to cut it, because I was pressed for updating time [Do I look like the kind of author who wants their readers to wait a whole year for the next chapter? Really? I do?]. That and it would sound better in the next chapter.)
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