A/N: Hello Again! Here's the new installment! So the moment you all have been waiting for... The Battle Scene! Enjoy!
"How dare you!"
Junade felt hard punch and fell back touching his bruised cheek.
The prince was on the floor breathing heavily. That voice I know that voice…
"Seto Akhti…" the prince struggled to say.
Isis gasped a hand over her mouth as she stopped in front of the library doorway.
"What's wrong-?" Mahaad stopped midsentence when he saw the three bodies on the floor.
The Pharaoh's eyes widen with shock. "Isis stay here; take care of them when they wake," he said steadily.
Isis nodded as she ran inside the room.
"We'll keep looking for the prince," Mahaad said running behind the Pharaoh.
"Akhti…"
"It's okay now my prince, just rest here I'll take care of him," Seto said after wrapping the prince in a blanket.
"What are you going to do Seto punch me again?" Junade mocked, "Without your rod you're completely useless everyone knows that,"
"I'm not the one whose good for nothing, I know that now," Seto said firmly.
"Oh do you now? What good is that?"
"You can't imagine," Seto smirked as the shadows began to form around him.
"How do you plan to win this battle alone?" Junade said raising an eyebrow.
"He's not alone," Mahaad said walking up beside Seto and handing him the rod, "I think you'll need this Akhti," he said smiling.
"Thanks," Seto said as they both turned to face Junade.
The battle stance was the first give that this was going to be an easy fight.
The three allowed themselves a moment to gather their nerves. Mahad cast an eye across the corridor, looking for any traps evil warlock may have laid in his absence while Seto prepared for the first attack.
It was for this reason that when Junade pulled a primitive strike, Seto was hardly surprised.
As Junade summoned his creatures of destruction, dark shadows began to fill the hall. Seto and Mahad jumped to opposite sides, surrounding the ruffian in an attempt to intimidate the foe.
Junade only laughed as he back flipped into safety, the blades of the rod nearly cutting skin. He kicked said weapon out of its master's grip, sending it clanking against the hard floor.
Before Seto could register anything, he suffered a blow to the face. He faltered, cursing karma for the ironic blow. Mahad bounded backwards, and brandished his item. The ring glowed as Mahad brought forth a spellcaster.
"Now, Mahad. It would be rude of me to engage in battle with your friend before introductions," Junade taunted, doing well to hide his ebbing fright. "Oh well. I suppose we shall skip the formalities."
Junade flicked his wrists, beckoning darkness and calling forth an assassin clad in black robes, wielding a crooked dagger backhanded.
Breaker the Magical Warrior tightened his grip on his magical blade, hoping to intimidate Mahaad's spellcaster. The Egyptian despatcher showed no hint of fear as the two collided.
Retrieving his item as Mahaad distracted Junade, Seto called forth his Vorce Radier. Madad's spellcaster bounced cleverly out of the way before the young priest's beast came charging forward slashing the Magical Warrior relentlessly.
Junade clasped his chest, trying to hang on to the life power that was slipping away. Mahad found this to be an optimal moment to strike, "Finish this!" The magician commanded.
Using the last of his power Junade called forth the shadows which didn't hesitate to suffocate Mahaad rendering his attack useless.
From behind Seto landed a firm kick to the warlock's neck, knocking him off balance. In no time, he wrestled Junade's hands behind his back and positioned the sharp edge of his Item against his neck.
"This is the end for you," The priest whispered darkly, the shadows began to fade out as the golden sun rose to the sky once more.
The Pharaoh sat on a large arm chair in his chamber. As his eyes closed he saw flashes of the previous night enter his mind.
"I apologize for my foolish behavior Baba," Seto's voice came from behind him.
The Pharaoh got up from his seat and made his way to Seto who was kneeling on the ground. He motioned for Seto to stand up then up his hands on the boy's shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes.
"My boy, there are many things you should be sorry about, but this is not one of them," the Pharaoh as his expression softened.
"Whatever do you mean?" Seto questioned.
"My son you shouldn't be sorry for wanting to leave, to explore. You shouldn't blame yourself Junade, even I was fooled. You should be sorry that you didn't discuss your heart's distress with your family."
"What was I to say? If I were to 'discuss' my distress it would only result hurting everyone else in the process,"
"My son, you are very intelligent but there is yet one lesson left for you to learn. You think that harbouring all that distress isn't going to hurt anyone but you? Look at what happened when you left, look at Atem. Instead of protecting you hurt your own family. My boy, it is foolish to think that you must only provide pleasure your family. Understand this: Family is not family until you put your undying faith into them,"
"I understand Baba; it's true what they say: Home is where the heart is,"
The Pharaoh smiled, "Welcome home son," he said as he embraced Seto.
"I assume you will be taking up your pervious duties? Well I have one more for you…"
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