Wooh! Go Jags and go chapter 8!
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Ed did a back flip three times, and then was forced to jump back again in order to barely escape the metal claws of Spyker himself.
Ed jumped onto the robot's back and sent him into the ground. He then quickly made it off before Spyker got up and distanced himself from the angry bot.
But in order to do that, he had to turn and run, which was not a good idea. Spyker was faster than expected and turned and rammed into the poor red-eyed boy. Ed landed roughly on the ground next to the crystallized sphere that held the trapped Dojo couriers.
"Ed! Get up! Spyker's coming!" Burn half-ordered half-begged him.
Ed managed to raise himself up to his knees and take in a little of the air he lost. When he felt ready enough, he wiped his forehead and shakily stood in a fighting position across from Spyker.
Spyker, however, was enjoying this much more than him or anybody else for that matter. Sure, he was missing his right arm, had some loose bolts, and wires were protruding from many spots, but by the looks of it he was winning.
Ed once again glanced over to the spot he thinks his slammer lays. He wasn't totally sure though. Last time, Spyker had knocked it across the field and over a couple of large piles of garbage. If Ed ever had the chance to go and find it, he hoped to anyone that it wasn't in a garbage pile. There was no way he would find it in time then.
He looked back at his opponent and a small part of him was surprised at how much damage he was actually able to make on the advanced robot. That's when something caught his eye.
Two especially long and important wires were hanging loosely down from Spyker's neck like a broken necklace.
Ed smiled to himself. He just might have a chance to grab his slammer after all. All he needed now was to get the timing right.
"Are you still ready to fight?" Spyker asked.
Ed smirked and puffed up. "You bet. Bring it on."
"Ed!" Deets groaned, calling his bluff.
"Whatever you say…" Spyker ran forward again, intending to give him another head butt. But instead, Ed jumped at the last moment and grabbed onto his neck and sat on his back in a piggy-back-like fashion.
Ed worked quickly. He grabbed the two wires, looped them inside Spyker, then back out, and tied the ends together.
As soon as he finished, he kicked off Spyker's back and started to make a run for it in the direction of where he hoped his slammer would be.
Spyker turned to chase after him again, but froze. He glanced down at himself in confusion as sparks began coming from the chest and neck part of his body. He twitched a little, then fell to the ground; paralyzed, but not deactivated.
"Where is it?" Ed fussed as he frantically searched every part of the area for his beloved—and very much needed—slammer. He could hear Spyker gaining his senses back and chasing after him.
He spotted it.
The boy ran and jumped onto his slammer, smiling as he was finally able to grab it in his own hands. As soon as he sat up, still smiling at his weapon, his eyes once again flashed blue as visions clouded his sight.
He, in his blueblack hair, blue-eyed, and blue suited attire was crawling on the balcony of some sort of football field. An orange-suited boy with brown eyes followed after him as he was carefully watching Ed to make sure he didn't fall.
In the next scene, he and the same brown-eyed boy are standing in another familiar place around the rest of the people. The brown-eyed boy holds up an empty box, looking confused, while Ed walks up behind him smirking and holding a triangle-shaped slug-thing.
Finally, he and the orange-suited courier are speeding towards a DNA Deliveries van. The other boy rushes forward and there's a scream as he's taken away by flight. The others came up and Ed exited a garbage-thing. "They took Burn!"
Then, someone stomped up from behind Ed and picked him up.
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Wow, what a sucking ending-sentence. And, wow, what was that: 'a triangle-shaped slug-thing'? Oh and 'Ed exited a garbage-thing'? Man, I suck at wording these things…