The Fight of Titans!
May was asleep. Even as a prisoner she still have that much strength to stay up too much longer. She missed out on most of her sleep last night and now she was just sitting in a cell. Boredom combined with lack of sleep usually put people to sleep and it did so to Melody, too. She shifted uncomfortably in the cell. The floors were still just as hard as they were before. She was just incredibly groggy to fall asleep here. She sat up in her bed and looked around. She sighed. It took a few moments to remember where she was and why. It definitely wasn't a good memory. She snapped to attention and scrambled to the farthest corner of her cell anxious to get as far away from the center of the room as possible. Just outside her cell was Vigrid. He was calmly sitting out there on a stool with a small book in his hand.
Vigrid looked over at May. As if noticing she had just woken up Vigrid smiled and closed his book, "Sun Tzu's The Art of War," he stated. May took notice of the impossibly big blade on his back. "I do believe this is the firs time we met. I am Vigrid." He stuck his hand into the cell and offered her a handshake. May didn't move from the corner, she actually backed more up into it. She had no idea or information on this man, but she felt one thing from being this close to him. Complete and total terror. He exuded a horrible aura.
May was reminded of the textbooks the school had on actual full-powered Kishins. The fact that they had something called a Madness Wavelength. The last Kishin that went on a rampage had an aura that goaded people into becoming insane, this one just seemed to terrorize anybody and everybody within his vicinity. May was forced into the corner of the cell in a desperate attempt to distance herself from the aura, however, at this range there was nothing she could do.
"No need to bend over in fear little miss," apologized Vigrid as he got up and moved the stool to the side. He looked in at her and chuckled. "I recently met with one of my brothers. A chance occurrence with my brother Marburg." May flinched at the name. "I'm not irritated at you, DWMA students, for beating him...if anything I'm excited. Do you know when wars cause the most damage?" May didn't answer she just remained in the corner, staring wide-eyed over at him. "Its when the two armies are at equal power. When one side is overwhelmingly more power then the other the fight is finished in a split second and very little damage is done. When two sides are equal in terms of power, the fight continues as long as possible."
"Why are you so interested in wars?" asked May. She flinched as she backed up into the corner. Vigrid lifted his eyebrow as he looked over at his new conversational partner. This was the first time she had said something to him.
"No worries," said Vigrid as he lifted his hand up to make May calm down, "I understand your interest. Back in the old days all four of us were friends. Me, Marburg, Lord Death, and another brother of ours. We were great friends and even greater allies. We dominated everybody who stood in our way. Originally I was dead set against wars of all kinds. I aimed to end it and finish them all off as quickly as possibly. For awhile in the ancient world just me standing on the field was enough to quell a war, but it slowly changed.
"The wars of the humanity always raged on no matter how many of them died or was tortured. No matter how the war continued and raged on people never gave up their cause and continued to fight. It was ridiculous, but I planned on them eventually coming around and seeing the light. Marburg was slowly getting fed up with humanity at the same time. Me and Lord Death held true to the thought that humans were still on the right path. Marburg rebelled and fought against Lord Death. I held back...it was a duel between those two, neither of them would kill each other. They would fight and tire each other out...that's all I thought would happen.
"But I had no idea about Lord Death's latest invention...
(-Several millenniums ago-)
"Death! This is where I prove I am right and you are wrong!" shouted Marburg as he began to stir his hand around and in the air. A stream of blue gas slowly began to leak out of his hand and into the air. The air began to swirl and form a small ball of gas. "This is my latest airborne disease! This was supposed to teach the idiotic humans how to behave properly, but they found some blasted plant and saved their lives! But I will no longer try to correct them, starting today will be their deaths! They should just wither up and disappear into their graves!" Marburg tossed the poisonous gas forward at Lord Death.
Lord Death didn't bother dodging it. He brought his hands straight down and into the gaseous ball, in a chopping motion dispersing it with a mighty swing. "You shouldn't have done this. My goal is to save the humans. They still have time and the ability to correct them. I've seen them in action. I'll be the first to admit that there are the rare bad seed, but as a whole they are moving and progressing on to the right path. They will correct themselves! They just need time and guidance! That's our job!"
"Don't hold them to such a high a standard! Robbery, murder, wanton sexual activities! You think they can correct themselves even after this? You are a fool! The only way to save them is to destroy them all! Our planet is already in turmoil because of them! Do you really think it can survive any longer? They'll keep destroying it if they have their way! And you are letting them!" Marburg sent another stream of gas spiraling towards Death.
Death brought his scythe forth, just now getting serious with him. He deflected the gas away with a swing. "I was afraid that you wouldn't change your mind. I've tried to redirect you down the right path, but apparently, you are dead-set on the destruction of humans! That means I must do everything in my power to defeat you!" Death shot through the skies like a black bullet. He was immediately right up in front of Marburg. Death brought his scythe upwards and into Marburg's gut knocking him upwards and into the air. Death didn't stop there and shot right up into the air chasing Marburg down.
Marburg caught himself flying and halted his progress. Marburg grunted as he began to summon a thick gooey liquid. The liquid covered his hand. He brought his hand down and deflected the Death's scythe with a swing of his own hand. Due to the fact that Death wielded a scythe with two hands both of his hands were knocked to the side, leaving his guard open. Marburg didn't waste a single second, he brought his free hand downwards smashing it into Death's face. Death was sent flying back down to the ground.
Vigrid watched the fight from a distance. Their fourth brother wasn't interested in watching the two of them tear each other apart, so he was absent today. Vigrid was watching with the utmost interest. While it lacked the strategic flare that a war possess, a fight between these two titans would without a doubt be of incredible interest. It was a high-level exchange between the two of them where a brief moment of respite for either fight would mean the end.
Vigrid had already processed the odds between these two. Death's weapon gave him a longer reach as well as a deadly edge, literally. The scythe's blade was honed to a level impossible for any human to ever achieve. It could end the match in one blow. Combine that with Death's god-like Soul Wavelength and that explained why Death was hailed as one of the men who could bring about the end of the world.
Marburg was a different form of demon. In terms of variety nobody could hold a candle to Marburg. He had an endless supply of varying diseases. Of course, diseases weren't fast-acting and could take anywhere from a few minutes to a few months to finally show any results. This fight wouldn't last that long, but the side-effects of the quick acting diseases could tip the odds in his favor long enough for him to deal the finishing blow.
Once more Death disappeared into a blur racing off towards Marburg. Marburg brought his arms up and blocked the attack using a heavy goop. Marburg reached and brought his elbow down smashing into Death's back, sending him tumbling towards the ground. Marburg reached into his mouth and pulled out a bright blue glob. Marburg reached back and then quickly flung his arm forward firing the bight blue ball downwards at Death.
Death brought his scythe up and in-between him and the ball. The ball slammed into the scythe and still forced Death down further. Death recovered just before he hit the ground and broke free from the downwards spiral. He backed up and examined his scythe. That was a tricky technique Marburg just used. There's a disease that can harden a human's body to something similar to solid stone. Marburg was the creator of all diseases. Marburg could also amplify it past the normal disease. That's what that condensed blue goop was. An accelerated disease that turned a simple liquid like that into something comparable to concrete.
Death began to move, but froze shortly. His body was starting to have adverse reactions...Marburg must've hid something in that last attack, a second disease coated in the first. He managed to destroy the first liquid-born disease, but the one that was within it was probably an air-borne one. When Death destroyed the coating he released the disease into the air.
They were pretty close in terms of power. However, Death still had his secret weapon. The Prison Jar. Marburg's power was already starting to wane...Death had dealt a few hits to him and even if he hadn't, Marburg's wanton attacks were probably tiring him out as well. Still Death wasn't going to hold back now, he'd beat Marburg down as hard as he could handle. Death flew upwards at Marburg, slamming his scythe into Marburg's body. Marburg was tossed backwards from the force. Death didn't allow him to distance himself, he followed right behind him launching a medley of vicious swings with his scythe.
Vigrid did nothing but watch as the battle heated up on both sides. He could tell the fight was slowly beginning to swing in favor of Death.
Death broke free from the monotony of their fight and slapped Marburg back down into the ground with a swing of his scythe. Marburg was gasping from air as he tried to recover from the heavy swing. Death didn't give him that chance, he bolted down and appeared in front of him. Death was holding out a small clay jar in front of him. Marburg looked at the jar, "what is that?" he spat with a disgusted tone, "a peace offering?"
"No," said Lord Death as he backed up and away from the jar, "its something that I will hate myself for doing for the rest of my eternal life, but its something that must be done. Its your home for the next three millennium..." The jar opened up and began sucking the air around it in. It consumed Marburg in an instant and closed back up.
2012 words (not counting the title and the author's note) according to my computer! I consider this to be an amazing achievement (yes, I am one of those weird guys that gets excited over stuff like this)! Anyways, onto the actual story quite nice, yes? Marburg versus Death fight abbreviated. With Marburg being sealed away for a long time!
Also, guys I understand how awesome ties are...they are pretty nice, but seriously...one more vote for both Helena and Eva as well as Bridget and Zeek? Now they both have six votes...I think you guys just like to do stuff like this to antagonize me.