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El Tigre: Evolution
"You've come to finish this, haven't you?"
-El Santo Oscuro
Chapter 25
"I am…WHITE TIGRE!"
Alado Uno took a few steps back, edging away from the glowing, newly formed superhero. Then he shook his head and snarled.
"No! I'll destroy you just the same!" He flew at White Tigre. White Tigre leapt forth as well, claws extended. There was a flash as they connected.
White Tigre touched down on the other side of the ledge. Alado Uno, however, kept flying: both halves of him. White Tigre had sliced the demon in half at the waist with a well-placed strike. The pieces began to burn away in white light as Alado Uno cried out his last words.
"This is our world! Our wor-" Then he was gone, nothing but ashes in the wind.
White Tigre looked up to the summit of the volcano, and to the final battle.
Blitz clashed swords with the demonic Seventh Samurai, his relatively tiny blade surprisingly holding its own against the giant katana. The Samurai made a sweeping gesture, sending Blitz skidding back.
Suddenly, tendrils of shadow erupted from the darkness surrounding the area and lassoed the Samurai. The demonic warrior growled and swung his swords, cutting through the dark. The remnants of shadow still wrapped around him quickly began to shift. The Seventh Samurai suddenly found himself covered with creatures made of the inky darkness. He hopped around, trying to brush them off. They managed to overpower the large demon, sending him crashing into a small building. Blitz and Nacht high fived.
"That's how we do it!" said Blitz.
"…Von Krieger style," Nacht smiled.
White Tigre lifted himself up onto the rim of the volcano. El Santo Oscuro stood there alone, staring up at the red sky.
"So they're all dead?" he muttered, glancing back at the super.
"I guess so," said White Tigre.
"It wasn't always like this," the demon went on. "We were human once…they were my only friends in the world…" He turned to White Tigre. "The Tome changed everything. It revealed the truth…" He waved his hand, and the Tome appeared in front of him, floating in midair.
"I'll bite…what truth?"
"The truth about good and evil, the cosmic struggle…it's all a construct of the human mind. But I bring something that all will soon comprehend…destruction." He sighed. "You've come to finish this, haven't you?"
White Tigre opened his mouth to answer, but a voice from behind him beat him to the punch. "Yes."
White Tigre whirled around. Behind him was…Sartana of the Dead.
MEANWHILE…IN TRINA AND MER'S APARTMENT…
Mer stepped out of the kitchen with a bowl of nachos. He made his way into the living room, where most of the Miracle City police force was crammed.
"Who wants snacks?" he asked. Several officers raised their hands.
Mer turned to an officer at the window. "Those things still out there?"
The officer nodded. "Si."
The red-suited villain shrugged. "Well, I guess the party stays inside then!"
While munching on nachos, one police officer turned to another.
"Shouldn't we be doing something?"
"Shh! The fútbol game is on in a minute, and he's got a plasma TV!"
Sartana stepped forward, past White Tigre, who just looked on as the scene unfolded.
"I remember you…Sartana. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Then you probably remember my father, Santo." Sartana growled.
El Santo Oscuro smiled. "Yes…Salvador of the Dead…he put up quite a fight. Before he died, he asked of me one thing: that I wouldn't harm you." The demon brandished his scythe. "Am I going to have to break that promise?"
Sartana glared at the Dark Saint, finger poised to strum her mystic guitar.
"My father promised he would come back, alive…I don't take much stock in promises now."
El Santo Oscuro nodded, then tore his cape off, letting it drift away in the wind. A pair of black wings unfolded from his back, and then another pair. And another. The Saint had three pairs of wings; a six-winged demon.
Then El Santo Oscuro flew at Sartana, scythe ready to cut her down.
But he never reached her.
White Tigre stood between the feuding villains, scythe-blade caught in his claws.
"Tigre…" El Santo mused.
"Tigre!" Sartana hissed. "I don't need your help! This is my fight!"
"Don't be so stubborn, Sartana!" White Tigre grinned. "With teamwork, nothing is impossible! We can take this guy down!"
Sartana shook her head. "You're beginning to sound like your father…"
Sparks flew as White Tigre and the Dark Saint separated. They both slid back, and then attacked each other again.
Blitz walked over and kicked the Seventh Samurai's foot, which was sticking out of the rubble pile. Nacht was getting back on his motorcycle, and motioned for Blitz to do the same.
"All right, all right, I'm coming." The elder Von Krieger said, turning and walking away from the demolished building.
But then the rubble shifted. Dust rained down on Blitz as he turned back to his fallen adversary, who turned out to be not so fallen.
And he was skewered by one of the giant katanas.
Nacht watched helplessly, mouth agape.
The Seventh Samurai raised his sword, lifting Blitz into the air. He then shook his weapon, flinging Blitz onto the ground. Nacht rushed over to his brother, checking for a pulse. There was none.
"Brother…" he whispered. He stood and faced the Samurai demon. The streetlights surrounding them exploded as Nacht seethed hatred, plunging the area into darkness.
El Oso roared as Black Cuervo flew around him, stinging him with laser fire. He swatted at the villainess as if she were a bothersome fly. While Oso was distracted, Plata Peligrossa and Pulsera hung back. Pulsera nodded at Plata, turning her bracelet into the giant ruby fist. Plata Peligrossa grinned, raising her own gloved fist. The duo charged at El Oso. The demon saw this move only when it was too late.
WHAM!
Pulsera and Plata Peligrossa stuck the lumbering giant with a tag-team double uppercut. El Oso was lifted off the ground by the force of the blow and went flying back a block. He was down.
The team cheered, celebrating their victory. But it was short-lived, as soon they were surrounded by more hungry demons.
"There's no end to these guys!" Cuervo cried.
The group stuck together, glancing around at the demons, and weighing their options.
White Tigre and El Santo Oscuro clashed once more…
A section of the city was a teeming mass of darkness…
The villains fought the rising tide of demons. It was a losing battle…
The final battle was underway…and it wasn't looking good.