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Excalibur Sonic

Betrayal. Such an ugly word, with ugly connotations. And to top it off it was coming from a friend.

It was a new concept for him. His latest foe, an armored, multi-armed titan, hovered in a red-purple void. Certainly imposing, even not considering the four massive swords, sharpened to the extent where reality itself seemed to be cut by their very movements.

The two didn't start out that way though. She summoned him to this world, requesting his aid, and they had traveled together through this new land for quite some time.

But then, once he thought that the day was won, she betrayed him, and cast all of their adventures to the wind.

In all his travels, and all his running he'd met with many people, and made many new friends and allies.

Sure, he'd admit that he didn't hit it off right away with many of those friends. Rather, he or they often hit each other first, literally.

But after a while they'd come to respect each other. They still often had their disagreements, but at the same time they were people that he knew had his back, that he could trust with his life, and if anything did go wrong, it certainly wasn't on part of them.

Now, he was here in another new world, another location. Once again, he adapted, and explored the new terrain. It was a world of magic and lush forests, of snow and ancient fortresses.

Once again, he recognized people from his home, and once again, although they were different people, they were still the same in personality and actions.

Well, he smirked, except for one. She who was usually hyper and persistent, was now level headed and calm, a more wise figure, (Not to say that the one he knew wasn't wise in her own way).

His best friend was now a blacksmith, (he sure loved his machines) and the rest of his friends had all appeared as guises in this world. One was still a headstrong yet gullible knight. Another was still his serious and brooding self, following his own type of darkness. Yet another saw himself as a protector, focused on justice at all costs, and the next was a girl dutiful to extreme. The last one was cocky and quick, as if he was always trying to prove he was the best.

(Though if there was one thing he was thankful for, it was that his worst enemy had not reappeared)

Unlike the last time this had happened to him though, he himself was changed. He looked at his right hand, at the metal gauntlet that covered it and the magnificent sword he wielded.

He'd once said that he'd never wield a weapon, that he wouldn't be caught dead using one, so the irony wasn't lost on him.

But… this was different. When he usually fought, it was up close and personal. It was like it was his way of showing his respect to his opponents, by fighting them himself. This blade was merely a manifestation of that. His principles weren't being violated.

Once more, he was fighting, but oddly the situation had turned. He wasn't fighting to save the world this time, he was fighting to destroy it and end it. He wasn't trying to be heartless, and he wasn't trying to oppress those who loved this land.

But as before, he was always moving forward to the next adventure. His opponent wanted to bring everything to a standstill. There would be no change, no adaption, and no opportunity for new things to occur. It would become stagnant and boring. it wouldn't be living and it wouldn't be freedom.

He held his blade up to the sky in tribute. It started glowing a bright golden light, and five other swords appeared:

-a pair of heavy, short, spiked swords,

-a rapier shrouded in flames,

-a large curved claymore filled with an immortal life force,

-another dual pair, this set resembling wings, or feathers,

-and the final an arrow-shaped dagger glowing green.

They orbited around his and shined their own light into it.

"As I live, to rule by the sword…"

That light seemed to flow all over him, and solidifed itself into metallic segments. The metal segments then merged altogether over his body, forming a golden, impenetrable suit of armor, and a bright red cape came from his waist. His spines also were covered, and the visor for his helmet lowered, covering his face.

"…slashing thru the every inch of the power the power in you…"

He thrust his sword in front of him, and it shone even brighter. Its cross guard and blade became more intricate, with golden carvings and runes over them. Its aura solidified, forming a gold "outline" around its edges.

"As I sit and as I stand, by the table I command my kingdom…"

His transformation completed, he held his sword towards his opponent, and rose into the air to face her.

"I'm the Knight of the Wind..."

Despite her betrayal, he knew that she wasn't evil, just… afraid… afraid of losing that she known all her life.

But she'd never grow, never move forward unless she did.

And he would show her. He would show her how to run forward.

Author's Notes-

I gotta say, Excalibur Sonic's armor and sword were very well done in that game. Now they've got me curious as to what other super forms may appear in the future.

(Though I've got my fingers crossed for Hyper Sonic)