Author's Notes: Jabberwocky fight. Whoooot! I experimented with writing style again. Let me know your opinions! (as in review. Yeesh. Nobody's reviewing)
They were standing in front of his massive body yet the tall skinny one managed to stare fearlessly up into his eyes. He was so boney though, he'd hardly constitute for a good meal. Taking a deep breath and letting it out through his nostril, the burst of air hit the small redhead. He stumbled back and into the taller one, staring up at the dragon with large blue eyes that seemed a little shell-shocked from the entire situation. He looked tender and vivacious.
That one would make a good meal.
...
What the hell had gotten into Zelos? Had he really been all talk? Was this the reason he'd lived longer than his friends? Because he was a coward?
Fang pulled Zelos up a little so he was standing straight. "I have to get my sword!" he yelled over the growling coming from the Jabberwocky's throat.
"Take your time," Zelos said, empty. He didn't look away from the dragon.
The teenager frowned, "Can you stay alive until I come back?" he asked.
"Uhuh," the redhead nodded, rolling his shoulders back to shake his goose-bumps off.
It took a moment before Fang turned and left. He took off running, figuring he had to be quick because there was no way Zelos could fight in that state. The avian-hybrid would be better off fighting alone with his lack of skill than Zelos was if he was that shaken up.
It probably should have bothered him more that Zelos was finally afraid of something, but those drugs had hazed his judgment a little.
...
It leans forward and presses its nose up against Zelos, taking deep breaths of his scent. The redhead is frozen for a moment before he staggers back and reaches for his dagger.
"You've fought plenty of dragons, tough guy. This is no different. This is gonna be cake."
His wings are still out. They spread out width wise, nice and large for anybody who wants to come see them. Nobody is there though. Just Zelos Wilder and the Jabberwocky of King Irving.
The Jabberwocky lifts its lips up and snarls at him in a sort of smile. Zelos takes two step backs, this time stable and calm, as he stares into the eyes of the dragon.
"Come and get some," he dares.
The talons on the dragon's feet dig into the flooring as he lifts his large mossy colored body off the ground. A deep breath is taken into his rough leather-textured lungs. So much of the air is taken from the room that Zelos feels a little short of breath and his shoulders hunch to make up for the inferiority he felt deep inside when he had to wheeze to get in any oxygen.
Then their eyes lock and they stare each other down. Blue verses yellow in a mixture of terror and accusation. This is where it ends for one of them. This is it.
Zelos pulls out his dagger and charges. The Jabberwocky rears up and the simmer of fire deep in his throat can be heard sizzling anything extremely flammable in the immediate area. Zelos jumps. The Jabberwocky lets the fire scream out into the room.
There's nothing but fire so deafening in its design that nobody can hear the redhead yell out one simple word: Guardian.
Flames flicker and whip out against the green barrier around him. Zelos looks up and quickly regrets it, closing his eyes tightly together while he keeps up the protective green orb around his body. Guardian wears thin and falls closer to his body, however. He can feel the heat creeping in close. Body tensing, he pulls his dagger in close to his chest and stays motionless. The only thing on his mind isn't revenge- it's survival.
It begins to cool. There's just smoke now that obscures his view. Zelos counts his blessings and pulls his headband down to cover his mouth loosely. Guardian dissipates completely. He's defenseless and the Jabberwocky is just another shadow in a dusty room of castle artifacts.
"ZELOS!" the cry of his teenage companion makes him turn.
"Fang?"
Had he been captured again? The stupid kid. He made everything so much more difficult than he could handle sometimes.
That's when the claws swipe at him.
It's also when he finds himself flying through the air before discovering his airway was obtruded by something quite large; Like, a wall.
CRAAAAAAAAACK.
Zelos screamed, short and breathless. Then he passed out.
...
Fang had ran in with his sword to find the room in flames. There was no sign of his friend anywhere. So he'd done the only thing he could think of. He started screaming, hoping for any kind of reaction.
"Zelos! Zelos!"
No answer.
Fang took the deepest breath his advanced lungs would allow. "ZELOS!"
There's a split second of the thought bouncing in his head. The thought of 'he's dead' jumped like a bouncing kangaroo.
He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead.
And Fang doesn't think, for one moment at all, that his way home his dead. He's come a long way from his thoughts of Zelos being his ticket back to Earth.
"Fang?"
The fact he hears anything back makes him smile. He's not dead. He's just fine. He's fighting this.
The smoke cleared in a sudden influx of force caused by the claw of the Jabberwocky. A flash of red goes by him and Fang watches the dagger fly out of Zelos's hand and slide to his ked clad feet.
CRAAAAAAAAACK.
Zelos's eyes widen so much that they look as if they're about to burst out of his head. How he got enough air into his lungs to scream at all, Fang would never know. But he watched the short intake of breath and listened to the sound of his only friend on the planet scream like a small child.
Then his eyes shut immediately and Zelos laid in a heap on the dusty ground.
"Zelos!"
Forgetting the Jabberwocky, Fang ran over to the older man as fast as his legs would carry him. Zelos's wings had disappeared the second he had hit the wall. There was no light about the man. His hair was dull due to the smoke. His pale skin looked gray because of all the soot in the room.
Something was broken. Fang knew that from the crack. He had to get Zelos out of there. He had to-
The growl from the Jabberwocky yanked him out of his thoughts. Slowly, Fang stood up and turned, staring at the monster who had just wounded his friend.
His hand reached down and found the hilt of his sword. He took it firmly in his palms and lifted it as the dragon smiled maliciously. Fang never knew dragons could smile before. But now he knew and he would note it for future reference.
Then he ran, his wings snapping out and thrashing against the air to lift him up.
He lifted his sword, swung down, and shut his eyes as his blade neared the face of the monster.
The Jabberwocky lifted up its claws and began thrusting towards the teenager. Fang quickly turned his body around and he made a move to pierce to body of the beast. His sword touched the scales and made a loud clinking noise in disagreement. As though it was screaming at Fang, 'I can't pierce this skin.'
Fang pulled back and his wings flapped while he hovered. The dragon roared and spun to try and catch the teenager. He ducked at the dragon made a slapping motion once more.
The bottom of the dragon's paw was fleshy. Fang saw the opening, lifted up his sword, and struck.
A scream that made his ears ring exploded through the room and Fang dropped elevation to get away from the sound as much as he could. The Jabberwocky was in hysterics, trying to tend to its wound.
Fang slid over to Zelos's body, checked his barely beating pulse and then proceeded to grab his shield.
"Ungh…" the soft moan makes Fang whip his head around to see Zelos's face contorted into an expression of agony.
"I'll finish this," Fang promised Zelos. He ran back under the Jabberwocky and began to locate the weak spots of the dragon.
The chest. The chest had the same sort of fleshy hair-covered skin that the palm had had.
So he ran, and he jumped up and let his wings carry him the short distance his leap hadn't sufficed in taking him through.
Fang lifted his sword and he pierced the chest of the Jabberwocky.
It screamed so loudly, Fang could only hear ringing after a split second of its wailing. Jerking around, it fell into conniptions on the floor. The large tail slammed into the walls of the once pristine room and a huge hole appeared that lead out to the twilight of the outdoors. Fang sheathed his sword, swung the shield over his shoulder before he picked up Zelos's dagger off the ground and shoved it through one of his belt-loops.
The teenager slid over quickly to the redhead lying on the ground and he hoisted him up into his arms. Zelos began softly trembling in his arms and Fang quickened his pace.
The Jabberwocky's motions had disintegrated into small twitches. Its yellow eyes stared after Fang as he took off out the hole with Zelos secure in his grasp.
One last whimper escaped its mighty throat and then King Irving's pet finally slowed its breaths to a complete halt. The Jabberwocky was dead.
The only problem was, Zelos looked like he would be next on the fatalities list.
Fang swallowed back his doubt and sped up, trying to get somewhere safe.