Max stepped into the room cautiously. Weary of any traps the enemy might have set. The room was set up almost exactly like the one Allister had walked into. Max immediately noticed Ruby tied up and ran to the glass that separated them.
"Ruby!" Allister called to get her attention.
"Max! Help!" Ruby called back.
"Don't worry Rubes. I got yo what the fuck?" Max was quickly distracted by some slime that begun to pool on the shoulder of Titan. Max sighed as he looked up at the ceiling. Attached to the ceiling was a thin, almost sickly looking male with greenish skin. The man jumped from the roof to the floor across from Max.
"Hello, Maxxxxx. Long time no seeeeee." The man, if he could even be called such greeted.
"Hey, Nox. See your still as nasty as ever." Max replied.
"Sixxxxxxx yearssssss, and you're sstill the sssame dick that you've always ssss been." Nox countered.
"You know this time you might have just made me mad." Max explained gesturing towards Ruby.
"Come now. We both know thisssss issss the only way to get you out here for this." Nox said.
"And what exactly is this?" Max inquired.
"One last fight. Live or die. Right here. Right now." Nox said. Max simply nodded.
"Ok." Max quipped before immediately activating Titan's assault rifles and opening fire. Nox scampered around the room on all fours. Jumping and rolling to avoid Max's flurry of bullets. Nox took another roll and stabilized himself. Nox pulled his head back and through it forwards. Instead of a tongue, a chain with a hook extended from Nox's mouth, hooking onto Titan's leg. Nox pulled, sending Max off balance and pulling him towards Nox. Once Nox pulled Max close enough, he jumped on top of Titan and began relentlessly punching and clawing at the suit of armor. Max brought a fist across Nox's
jaw, which sent him flying off of Titan. Max stood up and cocked his assault rifles. Max used the propulsion in Titan's feet to jump over to where Nox had just managed to stand. Max tried swinging at Nox several times, but the slick bastard kept backflipping away. On the last flip Nox coiled up and launched himself at Titan. Max moved to punch Nox out of the air. Nox grabbed a hold of Titan's fist and tossed himself onto Titan's back. Nox drew a knife from a belt he was wearing and began trying to Dissect Titan. Max continued to shake himself but was unable to dislodge Nox from Titan. Max suddenly stopped moving and stood straight up. Nox raised an eyebrow in confusion for Max's sudden decrease of motion. That look then changed to one of realization as Nox felt Titan begin to fall backwards. Nox jumped off of Titan and rolled away in order to prevent himself from being effectively crushed. Max hand springed back to his feet. Max ducked low as Nox lunged for him again. Max watched as Nox went flying over him. Max opened his shoulder pauldron and fired a live grenade at Nox. Nox used his arms to shield his face as the grenade sent him flying to the other side of the room. Nox's aura managed to keep away the shrapnel and lessen the impact of the shockwave. As Nox hit the ground he managed to roll out of the way of a punch from Max. Titan's fist let a large crater where it had landed. Nox lashed out with his tongue chain and it wrapped around Max's arm. Nox pulled max in close before rewrapping the chain around Titan's foot and pulling it out from under Max. As Max landed on the floor Nox drew a short barreled shotgun from behind his back and unloaded into Titan.
"Hull integrity at 88%," Titan's metallic voice sounded out.
"Yeah yeah, Just prep incendiaries into gun rack 1. I want to burn this fucker alive." Max commanded. Titan kicked up to its feet. Max aimed his assault rifles at Nox. Max began to unload. Nox could feel the heat of the burn dust as each bullet whizzed past, barely missing him. Each round impacted the wall behind Nox before exploding violently. Nox released his chain tongue and spun it in a large circle, stopping the bullets from dealing him too much damage.
"Ok, new plan. Load freeze dust." Max commanded Titan, who obeyed immediately. The two machine guns stationed on the back of Titan extended themselves and took aim at Nox. Nox hissed as the two guns began to open fire on him. As each round hit his body Nox felt the ice dust activating, freezing a part of him. Max continued to layer Ice until Nox was surrounded by an igloo of Ice.
"Well, I guess now is as good a time as any for 6 years of rivalry to come to an end." Max mentioned as he deployed Titan's chainsaws. Max began to saw his way into the ice towards Nox. Ruby held her breath in anticipation. 'Max isn't really going to cut this guy apart... Is he?' Ruby thought. I mean it's cool because he's doing it to save me, but Maybe that chainsaw is a little overboard. His weapon is so cool though. I wonder how he manages to outfit it with all of that weaponry. Ruby watched anxiously as Max's chainsaws inched ever closer to Nox,
"Wait! What am I doing? I need to get out of here." Ruby chided herself and began to work on loosening her bindings. Max smirked as his chainsaws were merely less than an inch away from the face of Nox.
"Time's up." Max said before quickly lunging forward with his chainsaws. At the the last second Nox jumped backwards out of a large hole that was melted out of the ice.
"Shit!" Max yelled as he retracted his chainsaws as Nox landed on his head. Nox flipped over Titan and threw Titan over his back, slamming him onto the ground. Nox rolled over and placed his feet on Titan's shoulders. Nox began to push down with his feet, trying to rip the helmet straight off of Titan's neck, leaving Max's head completely exposed. Max tried to reach up and grab a hold of Nox, but Nox's feet were planted in such a way that they limited Titan's range of motion for it's shoulder.
"Eject." Max ordered Titan. The suit of armor opened in the front and Max quickly jumped out. Max ran over and kicked Nox straight across the jaw. Nox lost his grip on Titan as he rolled over. Nox balanced himself and lashed out with his chain tongue, hoping to catch Max, while he was still disconnected from Titan. Max saw Nox's chain coming and simply smirked. Max hopped into
the air, where Titan ran into him, encasing him once again in the suit. Nox's chain just bounced off of Titan's chestplate. Max reached out and grabbed Nox's chain out of midair, before Nox could retract it. Max yanked on the chain, pulling Nox in close. Max pulled back and punched at Nox. Nox raised his arm to block. Max's punch landed in the middle of Nox's arm, causing the bone to fracture. Nox grunted under the pain. Nox crouched down before springing up and kicking Titan's jaw. Titan
barely flinched. Nox squinted his eyes as he dodged a number of other punches Titan threw at him. Nox raised his hand and brought it down on the wrist of Titan. Titan let go of Nox's chain and stepped back. Nox raced forward, ducking under another swing from Titan, and jumped onto to Titan. Nox took a deep breath and began to spit layer of a sickly green liquid all over Titan. Once Titan had been covered in a generous amount of liquid Nox jumped back watching his work come to fruition.
"I see you're still injecting acid dust. Oh, what changed? It's far more potent this time." Max asked.
"Yeah, It really the only thing I could do to make of a semblance that allows me to produce massive amount of saliva. I also took a triple dose about an hour ago, so you're suffering from a fresh dose." Nox answered. Max laughed.
"C'mon Nox. We both know that Titan is heavily resistance to acid. 6 years of rivalry and you still haven't figured that out?" Max mocked. Nox smirked.
"Who sssssssaid anything about desssstroying Titan." Nox relpied. Max raised an eyebrow,
"Then what were you Oh you fucking." Max was interrupted as the green liquid began to seep through and burn small holes on Titan's inside.
"Fuck, eject." Titan opened up and released Max.
"Run cleaning and purge systems." Max instructed Titan, which began to use water dust to run water all over itself.
"So, how'd you manage to get your acid to seep through Titan's defenses?" Max inquired.
"Water dust." Nox answered. Max sighed and shrugged.
"Back to old school then I guess." Max admitted. Max reached down and pulled a small handled object from his belt. Max flicked his wrist and it expanded into a dual bladed axe. Max and Nox stared at each other. Nox made the first move by flinging out with his tongue blade. Max knocked it out of the air with his axe and rushed at Nox. Max swung at Nox, who narrowly jumped out of the way. Nox skipped forward and punched Max in the stomach. Max keeled over, sucking in wind. Nox grabbed Max's hair and pulled his head up, before repeatedly smashing his fist across Max's face. Amid the
flurry of blows Max drew his axe back and hacked at Nox's leg. The axe left a nice sized gash as Nox roared in pain and jumped back. Max tried to follow up with more slashes. Nox acrobatically dodged multiple swing and used his aura to try and block any that he couldn't. Nox also attempted to cut into Max with his own knives. Max shifted his head back and forth allowing the blades to slip smoothly past his head. Max dropped to one knee and spun, attempting to sweep Nox's leg out from under him. Nox caught on to Max's plan. But not soon enough. Max's blade caught the side of Nox's foot and sent Nox sprawling to the floor. Max tried a decapitating swing at Nox. Nox quickly raised his knives and managed to block it. Max put pressure on his blade, while Nox continued to push back. Max continued to more and more pressure on his axe, to the point where he was unable to stop himself. Nox suddenly curled up his leg, kneeling Max in the temple. The sudden hit broke Max's concentration, allowing Nox to through Max off. Nox quickly stood up and grabbed Max on both sides of his. Max's and Ruby's eyes widened as the both watched Nox rear his head back.
"Now Die!" Nox yelled before spitting acid all over Max. Nox released Max and stood back to watch his handiwork.
"What the fuck!" Nox shouted in confusion as his precious acid appeared to be having no effect on Max.
"Oh, It's quite simple really. You used dust to amplify your semblance. It's a shame, though,
that you forgot my semblance is the ability to control dust at will." Max explained. Nox's eyes widened in horror.
"Yyyyouuuu don'tttt mean." Nox pleaded.
"That is absolutely right. All the dust you have infused in you body is a just a weapon for me to use." Max answered.
"Y-y-you can't" Nox begged. Max just shrugged.
"Crystallize." Max responded. Suddenly large green crystals, and a blue crystal began to suddenly burst out of Nox's body. Impaling him from the inside out. Nox coughed up blood as one of the crystals emerged from his throat,
"Well...fought." Were the last things Nox said before falling deathly quiet. Max used his semblance
to pick up Nox and stand him up by implanting one of the crystals in the ground.
"What a beautiful ornament." Max complimented himself. Titan walked over towards Max.
"All systems clear of all traces of the acid." Titan spoke. Max nodded as he re encased himself in his armor and began to walk to Ruby. Max could see the mix of horror and relief on Ruby's face. The face suddenly became one of nothing but horror, however, as the timer buzzed, signaling time was up.
"Ruby!/Max!" Max and Ruby called out simultaneously, respectively.
Darron walked into his room, Blake's bow in his hand, and a look of pure murder on his face. Darron growled as he heard the voices begin to try and converse with him again. Ever since Darron had removed the power bracelets the voices had slowly begun to fill his head again.
"Hey, You know what would be awesome. What if Blake got hurt. Yeah that would be the shit." one of the voices thought of.
"Nah dude, I bet you this is what going to happen. I bet Darron, being the pathetic sin of a bitch that he is, is going to lose whatever fight he just so happened to walk into and get Blake killed. Yeah, that sounds about right for Darron's level of competence." One of the other voices chimed in.
"No no no. you guys have no imagination. I really want to see Darron be taken prisoner and forced to watch as Blake is tortured to death before being killed himself. Quite a fitting ending for our little pussy here. And besides, the look of pain on her face is probably just what I need to get me off." Yet another voice declared its opinion.
"Shut, The. Fuck. Up." Darron thought to his voices.
"Fucking bite me! We are the ones who should be angry here. Look if you were you're the voice riding around stuck in your own pathetic life you would probably want to kill yourself too. So, don't complain to us." One of the voices shouted back.
"I am the voice stuck in my own head." Darron thought back sarcastically.
"Then you should understand. Do us all a favor and blow your fucking brains out and set us free from this nearly eternal damnation stuck viewing your bitch ass life… What? Oh it's my
turn. I personally would love to see whomever kidnapped that bitch of his fucking defeat Darron, which shouldn't be all that hard, make him watch them have their way with her. Watching his loved one so brutally violated, and against her own will, that would be a perfect ending for all the bullshit he's put us through in the last, what?, nearly 19 years." the other voice responded. All of the other voices fell silent momentarily as they pondered what was just said. The voices eventually began to start vocally agreeing with her that that was a perfect ending. This lead to an all out chant from all of the voice's in Darron's head of
"Rape her, rape her, rape her." Darron ground her teeth together as their chanting continued and only seemed to grow louder. Darron stopped walking, closed his eyes, and began breathing in
deeply, trying to suppress the voices. Once, the voices were quieted enough to the point where Darron could think straight. As Darron opened his eyes the first sight that greeted him was Blake, behind a glass plane, tied to a chair.
"Blake!" Darron yelled as he began to run to her. " Blake's head snapped up and widened as she
recognized who had called her name. 'What the heck is he doing here?' Blake thought to herself. Darron continued to run towards Blake. Suddenly, Darron felt a presence and deployed his aura to protect him. Not a moment too soon, as a blade struck out from the darkness of the corners of the room and made contact with Darron's aura. Darron slid backwards due to the force of the strike.
"Fucking… Not you too. LIke I don't have enough problems this time." Darron complained as his
attacker walked out of the darkness. She was a slightly older woman, with one blade strapped to her back and the other in her hand.
"Hello, Darron. It's good to see you." She greeted Darron.
"You fucked up Krisse." Darron responded. Krisse shook her head.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Is that anyway to talk to a lady?" Krisse asked rhetorically.
"You're no lady you fucking whore." Darron again responded.
"My my so rude. How will you ever get a girl that way." Krisse chided.
"Woohoo! Lesbian rape, Awesome." One of Darron's voices decided to intrude.
"Fucking can it will you!" Darron yelled allowed. Krisse stared at Darron strangely. " It didn't sound like he was talking to me, and are those tear that are beginning to dot his eyes. Krisse thought.
"Darron… are you ok? You seem really sad and aggressive today. I've been fighting you for 6 years and yet you've never acted like this." Krisse commented.
"I'm fine." Was all Darron responded as he wrapped Blake's bow tightly around his left forearm, under the sleeve of his long coat. Krisse's face scrunched into one of intense thought.
"Ok then. I assume you know what's happening here?" Krisse asked.
"Yeah. You and I are going to fight to the death. Also, if I don't manage to save Blake by midnight then she will most likely die." Darron responded. Another of Darron voices decided this was an ample opportunity to voice its opinion.
"Sorry Blake, I'm sorry Darron is such a worthless human. If I had a body I would certainly
have saved you. There is no way he can reach you in time though. I hope you leave behind a good looking corpse though, you know, hope they don't mangle it too badly." Darron suddenly let out and intense battle cry as he slammed his hand on the back of his sword hilt, causing its casing to open, and spun the blade around his body, ending with the tip pointed squarely at Krisse.
"Alright! You seem fired up. That's good because today's the day, after 6 years, that I will finally force you to use your semblance in combat." Krisse declared. Darron chuckled.
"Careful what you wish for." Darron warned before using his wind boots to launch himself at Krisse.
Darron began swinging quickly and precisely at Krisse, forcing her to draw her other blade and use both in order to keep up with Darron's rapid strikes. Krisse finally managed to parry one of Darron's strikes and gain the upper hand, launching into her own flurry of blows. Darron calmly shifted into a defensive stance and began using his own blade to redirect Krisse's away from him.
"Wow! You already lost the offensive? What a wimp! This fight will be over before it even begins." One of the voices criticized, getting on Darron's nerves. Darron responded by kicking out with his wind boots, sending a large gust of wind to knock Krisse off balance, and followed up with an overhead swing. Krisse, just slid into a split and brought both of her blades above her head to block Darron's. Krisse swung both of her legs in front of her and pushed off the ground using her core muscles, kicking Darron in the stomach, all while holding her block. Darron stepped back a few paces before rushing back at Krisse. The two matched blades met in the middle and continued the clash, the offensive and defensive position being switched every few seconds. Finally, Krisse gained a slight edge and she managed to stab at Darron's chest. Darron felt the tip of the blade touch his aura and moved his blade to block it instinctively. Krisse smirked as she immediately followed up by bringing her other blade across Darron's temple. Fortunately, Darron's aura blocked the hit. Darron was still sent stumbling from the force of the hit. Krisse seized the opportunity to kick Darron's sword out of his had. The blade spun in the air before landing, planted in the ground. Krisse simply kicked Darron in the chest and sent him rolling along the floor as she moved to place herself between Darron and his sword. Darron righted himself mid roll and drew both of his desert eagles. Darron immediately began to unload standard dust rounds at Krisse. Krisse began to twirl her blades, knocking each round out of the air. Once Darron had managed to empty his clip Darron dropped both magazines and reloaded in a split second. As the magazines were inches from colliding with the concrete of the floor, Darron kicked out and sent them flying at Krisse. Krisse easily sliced the first clip away from her, but was unprepared as she sliced cleanly through the clip, causing the two halves to hit her in the forehead. Since Krisse had been unable to raise her aura in time the clip left to small gashes and a sting that forced Krisse to turn her head momentarily. As Krisse moved to turn back towards Darron she felt him grab at her collar. Darron used his wind boots to propel his knee into Krisse's stomach. Krisse keeled over, coughing at the sudden lack of oxygen in her lungs. Darron grabbed both sides of Krisse's head and used another burst of his wind boots to propel his knee into her face. Blood began running out of Krisse's nose as she began to feel Darron pole vaulting himself over her. Still grabbing her head, Darron lifted Krisse over his head and slammed her face first into the ground. Krisse let out a quick groan as she managed to get her aura to defend from most of the force of the blow. Darron finished his combo by throwing Krisse somewhere behind him before walking over and retrieving his sword.
"Hmmm. Not bad… Just kidding! That was a stupid combo you fucking moron." One of the voices commented. Darron used his free hand to open palm slap his head, hoping that would get the voices to just shut up for a moment. In his distraction Krisse used the opening and began littering slashes up and down Darron's body. Fortunately, Darron was still attentive enough to keep his aura raised in the event of situation. As one of the slashes sent Darron stumbling into the wall Darron
managed to fall back into a kind of sync with himself and began blocking strikes again. Darron felt a small draft and at one point looked down to find slash marks covering the front of his shirt. However, none the cuts seemed to make it to his skin. Darron breathed a quick sigh of relief before returning to the skilled swordswoman in front of him. When Krisse pulled back for a dual strike, Darron made sure he was able to block both blades with his own. Darron quickly, and harshly slid his blade along Krisse's, causing sparks to fly into Krisse's face. Using her blindness to his advantage. Darron quickly placed three slashes along Krisse's throat, chest, and ankles, all blocked by aura. Krisse managed to clear her eyes just in time for her to block a fourth strike aiming straight for her head. The two sword
wielders pushed against each other in a battle of wills.
"Man, You guys have grown. I still remember the first day you guys walked into the horned rabbit. Ha. A bunch of twelve year olds looking to become assassins. I'd never heard of a crazier idea. You guys have proven me wrong though. You've become better than I could ever imagine. I'm proud of you." Krisse commented.
"While I appreciate your sentiments. Why are you doing this. If you wanted to fight you guys could have always done it whenever. All you needed to do was ask." Darron questioned, managing to fight of the increasing voices enough to get a coherent question across.
"Because there is no other way. We've made the decision that we are all retiring. This is our last big hurrah. Either we kill the most powerful assassin team to ever live or get killed by the most powerful assassin team to ever live. Either is a perfectly acceptable fate for us." Krisse explained. Darron nodded understandably before a splitting headache caused by another massive surge of voices caused his face to contort in pain. Darron pushed Krisse's blades out of the way before bringing a large slash up her entire body. Krisse let out a short scream as she flew through the air. Krisse landed in a roll and stood back up. Krisse took her two blades and locked the hilts together to create one large dual blade. Krisse twirled the weapon around her as Darron rushed at her. Krisse spun her blades in circles, simultaneously defending against Darron's strikes and countering with her own moves. Darron seamlessly dodged each of Krisse's attacks. The two matches blades and pushed each other
away. Krisse's stood holding her blade vertically in front of her face. Darron sighed.
"Oh boy, that." Darron said sarcastically. Krisse began to glow with a black aura. Darron slid back into a combat stance, ready to rush in again when Krisse suddenly disappeared. Darron's eyes widened as he felt her reappear behind him.
"Shit, she's faster than ever now." Darron thought to himself. Krisse began to relentless twirl her dual blade, slicing and chopping at Darron's back. Even Krisse was terrified by her own speed.
"Man, I know my semblance allows me to weight the hearts of my opponents and gives me a boost in accordance but I never imagined that your soul would be so evil as to give me that level of a speed boost." Krisse commented as Darron silently fell face first to the ground.
"Oh well, if you dead there's no point in asking you then." Krisse mocked before hearing a groan from Darron. Krisse looked over to see Darron standing up, his coat glowing with a dim dark orange light. Krisse laughed.
"Earth dust infused in you coat as a protective measure. I guess even after all the years your still as smart as I remember. I shouldn't have expected anything less from a great assassin like the new version yourself." Krisse complimented. Blake sat still in her chair thinking deeply. 'Assassin? That can't be right. Darron would never become an assassin. He couldn't kill people for money. Could he? Still why is he here. I don't deserve him to save me, especially after what I said. Besides where's Sun? Surely he must have noticed I'm missing and is looking for me right now. Isn't he?' As Blake was lost in thought Darron managed to get back up to his feet. Darron breathed deeply still trying to recover from that last set of blows.
"You want a real fight ok i'll give you a real fight." Darron declared. Darron held out his sword hilt up and clicked open a hole in the bottom of the hilt.
"NO! You can't! You'all hurt mistress." Darron's voices yelled out in protest. Darron
ignored them as he inserted a fire dust crystal into the hilt of his blade and closed the hatch. Darron gave his blade a few test swings. On the last swing the majority of the blade erupted into a bright orange fire. The glyphs on the blade burned a light blue as a high pitched scream emitted from deep within the blade. Darron smirked as he casually used his free hand to taunt at Krisse. Krisse took the bait as she disappeared again in a flash. Darron began swing his flame clad blade all around him, creating a sphere of flame. Krisse tried multiple times to penetrate Darron's defenses but had to retreat as she was unable to withstand the blistering heat that Darron was releasing. Krisse fell back into a defensive stance, realizing she couldn't reasonably continue his attack. Immediately Darron stopped his blade and took the offensive. Darron lunged at Krisse with multiple slashes and stabs. Krisse used all of her concentration just to avoid being run through by one of the burning blades, much less consider the damage that this type of combat would have on her blades. Eventually Darron stepped back momentarily and Krisse managed to get a good look at her dual blades. The blades were Mostly fine but some areas were being long to show signs of warping after being hit so frequently from the intense heat of Darron's sword. Krisse detaches her blades, returning them to their dual sword mode.
"Overload the scales." Krisse said before disappearing,leaving behind nothing but a sonic boom. Darron was sent stumbling back before he began to feel himself being hit all over his body. Darron tried his best to defend but was just simply not fast enough to deflect Krisse's latest technique. Darron grunted as he finally felt the bone in one of his arms break. Darron let out a cry of pain as he
felt several of his ribs snap simultaneously. A final blow caused a fracture on Darron's shin and sent him falling to the floor. Krisse stood above Darron, blade poised for the attack.
"Is this really all you have Darron. C'mon let me see you semblance so I can fight you like a true Assassin."
"Yes, fucking use you semblance let us out cause God knows your ass is as incompetent as a government." Darron growled as he rose to his knees
"Ok you want to see my semblance. Then YOU'll FUCKING GET IT." Darron roared. Krisse spun around just in time to block two pitch black spears that had come hurling at her. Despite being able to block the sheer force of the spears sent her flying back. Krisse managed to right herself as she watched Darron return to his feet. Krisse had a look of fear in her eyes as she felt the murderous intent that oozed off of Darron. A dark Crimson aura surrounded his hands and feet. Suddenly a torrent of dark spears came hurtling from the other end of the rooms towards her. Krisse jumped and morphed her body into just the right position to dodge the spears. However, one of the spears managed to fly right by her ear. Krisse's eyes widened as she could hear a soft yet harsh voice, calling her worthless, pathetic, and a whore among other things, emitting from within the spears. As the spears disappeared Krisse disappeared using her speed to try and end Darron as quickly as possible. Krisse just as suddenly reappeared, though not quite as she had imagined. Darron had managed to grab a hold of her face during her dash. 'How the fuck did he get so fast.' Krisse thought to herself as Darron slammed her skull into the ground, cracking the ground and breaking the back of Krisse's skull. 'And strong too.' Darron stepped back and grabbed Krisse's ankle. Darron began to slam Krisse back and forward on the ground. Krisse cried out in pain as her ribs were extremely damaged in the process. The ground did not fare much better as it was littered with craters from where Darron has slammed Krisse. Krosse was luckily able to slip out of Darron's grip and roll away, retaking a battle stance. Almost immediately Darron was up in Krisse's face. Darron leaned forward and bit into Krisse's forehead, tearing the flesh and crushing the bone. Krisse screamed in pain and in response ran one of her blades through Darron's shoulder. Darron calmly stepped backwards off of Krisse's blade. Darron laughed as the blood began to run down his shoulder and chest. Suddenly Krisse found herself being assaulted on all sides by blades of darkness. Despite her attempts at self defense a number of the
blades managed to sneak through, slicing at her flesh. Darron grabbed Krisse by the neck and held her close to his face. Darron stared deep into Krisse's eyes.
"Tell me, what do you fear most in this world." Darron asked in a deep demented voice the two continued to stare at each other for a moment before Darron released her. Krisse stepped back breathing to refill her lungs. Darron ran at Krisse. Krisse immediately used her speed to get behind Darron and begin throwing blows all over his body. Darron tried futilely to block even a single blow. The blades tore deeper and deeper into Darron's skin causing blood to puddle on the ground. Krisse pulled her swords back for one final slice, cleanly decapitating Darron. "NO!" Blake cried out as she struggled to get free while tears stung her eyes. Krisse slowly walked over to
the stain glass where Blake was being kept.
"I won. I can't believe I won. I killed him YES!" Krisse gloated through the glass
"I killed your man. I'm sorry that you're going to die now but…" Krisse was interrupted as Darron's blade pierced through her heart and the window, pinning Krisse to the window "What!" Krisse yelled
emphatically. Krisse shivered as she felt Darron get extremely close to the point where she could feel her breath.
"You know, fear is truly a powerful thing. If you opponents greatest fear is something akin to, let's say, and undefeatable soldier. What would be the benefit of creating an illusion of letting myself get killed only to turn myself into your own fear." Darron explained into Krisse's ear. Krisse just allowed herself to be held up by the blade, knowing escape was unattainable.
"Now die." Darron said before jamming both of his hands into her sides and ripping both of Krisse's lungs out of her back. Darron pulled his sword from her body and allowed it to fall limp to the floor. Blake stared, horror struck at Darron's brutality. Tears began to slowly run down her cheek. 'I knew it. I knew he wasn't himself. He's a monster.' Blake though. Suddenly a loud siren cause Darron to close his eyes and snap back open. This time though, his eyes had the same look Darron normally had at beacon. Those eyes widened as Darron fully grasped the situation
"BLAKE!" Darron called out. The timer had finished. He was out of time.