"So, what is the report on the weapon?" Crislin Dullvunnocha asked. The leader of DragonDen, known as Cranium smiled genuinely. "Why, watch, as we show you. Devilkin, Big Daddy, perform with your new found, Lightsabers!"
Drake and BD glanced around in confusion, while everyone else looked to everyone else. The weapons were new and unknown, one mishap could kill either person. Crislin's eyes twinkled coldly. "Yes, it has been a while since I saw a good bout. Men, show me what I'm wasting my money on." BD nudged Drake, he was shaking. "Come on man, we just won't go fast." Drake nodded, but Big Daddy was pretty positive it was a nod to not kill Dullvunnocha, pending some internal struggle. The two walked by, and the air got heady with anticipation. The men stood fifty yards apart, staring directly at each other, with smiles on their faces. Then, Big Daddy drew his lightsaber, and crouched, angling his body so his left shoulder was more towards Drake(Devilkin), and his lightsaber was pointed at the ground, almost identical to a samurai pose. With a press of a button, the beam shot out, and people gasped at the brilliance; Big Daddy smiled, and thought, "Come on Ravage, let's see what we can do!" Drake drew his lightsaber, and simply held it at his side, but turning it on with a flick of his wrist. With a simultaneous, bone-chilling howl, both moving charged at each other, feet drilling into the ground before launching them at each other. With a wild, two-handed swing, BD's Ravage clashed with Devilkin's Ghost. The blade flared up and the two men backed away, the kick-back more than they anticipated. Already there was clapping from the bleachers, and a boyish smile on Crislin's lips. Drake stared at BD and smiled.
"Wow man, we're even." BD smiled. "Not even close." And then he launched into an intricate system of stabs and slashes. What Drake didn't parry he evaded, leaping back until BD stopped, and then the two clashed again, their lightsabers meeting, and bodies leaning forward as they tried to put their weight against each other. BD smiled, and with a grunt forced Devilkin off-balance. The man spiraled as he fell, landing in a push-up pose before bringing his feet up and flipping to them. His back-handed lightsaber swing met BD's lightsaber just in time, and Drake moved forward. How did I do that?
BD wondered the same thing, His attack came from Drake's blind side, yet Drake matched it without turning around, as if he sensed the blade. He pushed the distraction away, and went on the defense. Ghost weaved and darted back, taunting Ravage into coming away so it, Ghost, could sever its connection to the holder. It was simple for a lightsaber, simply slice and whatever was there was there no more. But these two men, they were strange, friends yet now filled with battle-lust that differed from hitting a target miles away. This was in your face and it showed. Ghost leaned to the side and parried viciously, forcing Ravage off-balance from the recoil. To recover in time, Big Daddy retracted his blade and dropped low, sweeping Drake. The man was knocked down, and BD quickly rose and slashed down with a roar.
But Drake was faster, and rolled back the moment he hit the ground, before upper-slashing at BD's neck. The man leaped back and then lunged forward with a strike Drake had no choice but to block. The force knocked him down, but he used it move away. BD came at him again, but Drake still needed a reprieve, so he executed a front-flip over the man. It was close, with Drake's feet almost scraping the top of Big Daddy's head, but it worked, and Drake landed, brandishing his weapon. BD turned defensively and smiled. "Where'd you learn to jump like that?"
Drake frowned. "What do you mean? I almost scrapped off your head." Now BD frowned. "No, pretty sure you jumped 10 feet in the air above me." But Drake attacked before he could ponder such things. Blue clashed with green, brothers clashing together to create a fusion. The men by this time were gasping, and their clothes visibly wet. They were never moving extremely fast to begin with for fear of amputating each other, or themselves. Still, it was a dance, and Drake spun to BD's right before sliding on the floor and swiping and the man's legs. He was taller, and so forced to crouch, which is then when Drake spurred himself into another flip, but twisted so he landed with body aligned with Big Daddy's. Only BD rose at that moment and jumped back, smashing his frame into Drake's as they both fell to the floor. Both looked at each other, and then got up, rolling away before Drake threw Ghost.
Teal flashed tightly into an energy- UFO, whirling through the air. The audience gasped and watched as BD swore and slid under it. He swiped, and Devilkin threw himself back to avoid being hit. He landed hard and started towards his weapon when BD blocked his way, sweat pouring down his face and chest rising and falling rapidly. Drake glanced at his weapon, and then looked towards BD.
"Well, guess you win Big Daddy." He gave a slight smile, and Big Daddy returned it a second afterwards. He turned off his blade and shook Drake's hand, when Drake pushed him and dived towards his blade, catching it in one hand, and pushing himself over onto his feet with the other. BD's smile waned, as he restarted his blade, and swore. "That wasn't right Drake, tricking me. I guess now I'm just going to have to take your lightsaber; disarm you of it."
"Drake hissed defiantly, "Good luck with that." And the two sprung back at each other, BD swinging with the fullest force. Although Drake was filled with adrenaline, the chemical was not enough to make him an equal in strength against Big Daddy, and the man soon knocked Drake's lightsaber away so violently that it was no longer connected to the tesla coil but flew ten feet across the floor, and full-force kicked him in the chest as one would kicking down a door. The audience winced as Drake flew across the floor roughly and finally stopped, groaning as he got up slowly. BD in the meantime walked over to Drake's lightsaber, and picked it up. "No, no! I am in the hands of the enemy. Master, Drake, save me! SAVE ME!"
"Drake, are you okay?" BD asked from where he was. Drake coughed and then looked at BD spitefully. "Yeah, I am, now give me back my lightsaber."
BD pursed his lips. "Not until you admit defeat. I have your lightsaber, and you're not getting it back until otherwise."
"It's mine!"
"Well then," Big Daddy turned off the power battery that had been knocked loose when he kicked Drake, and Ghost turned off immediately. "you better learn to keep your lightsaber next time." BD turned around, and proclaimed, "I am the winner! Mr. Dunnovoocha, were you pleased with the exhibition?"
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