We now return to your long awaited update. Another week another chapter, not much else to say. Ging, you are the best. your reviews are really appreciated. however, don't be afraid to criticize me. I get that this website is for fun but I feel it's even more useful in allowing others to help their favorite writers improve their writing so that can write even more awesome stories. Never feel bad about criticizing my work, as long as you can help me improve. As such being an ass is not appreciated. I also don't know whats going on with the names. Spellcheck tens to hate them so mistakes are inevitable. I will try and minimize them as much as possible though. Tabue, your kind words touch me. It's good to know that there are people out there who think so highly of my writing. Hopefully you enjoy this new update.

Allister and his father ran at one another, nothing but hatred and rage in their hearts and minds. Allister leaped into the air, aiming to slam his daibo down on

King Aratshir. Faster than Allister could blink, however, Aratshir uppercut with his battle axe. Allister felt the sharp steel press against his face as his aura

struggled to protect him. Allister flipped through the air before hitting the ground. Allister used his momentum to roll back to his feet. Immediately, Aratshir

was in Allister's face. Allister lunged forward, wrapping his arms around his father's waist and tackling him to the ground. Allister sat on his father's abdomen

and lashed out with a ferocious punch. Aratshir smirked as he caught the fist with one hand. Aratshir countered with a punch across Allister's face. The force

caused Allister to fly up in the air off his father. Allister righted himself and landed, sliding next to his daibo. "This is why you are no son of mine. You are

weak!" Aratshir yelled. "Like I give a fuck." Allister retorted, grabbing his daibo and rushing at his father again. Allister unleashed hell with his daibo, but his

father wielded his battle axe with just as much precision and speed as strength, calmly knocking each of Allister's shots away. Aratshir sharply jabbed out with

the butt of his axe. Allister threw his head back as the blow hit him directly in the nose. Aratshir followed up mercilessly, slamming a chop right on Allister's

windpipe. Allister stumbled back, eyes watering and gasping for breath. Unfortunately for Allister, Aratshir is not a man of mercy. Allister felt the air leave his

lungs as a kicked nailed his chest. Allister floated up slightly before being slammed back to the ground. Upon impacting the ground Allister dropped he daibo.

Aratshir smiled as he kicked it away. "A useless weapon for a useless fighter." He mused. Allister pushed off the ground and took of in a sprint at Aratshir.

Aratshir snapped out, grabbed Allister and threw him across the room. Allister righted himself in midair and noticed he was on a direct collision course with

another dynami. As he passed by Allister grabbed onto the dynami's head to slow himself down. Once Allister had stopped flying her sharply snapped the neck

of the dynami. The rage poured into the move cause the dynamis head to do a complete 360. Allister casually pushed the body aside as he walked back

towards his father. Aratshir stood confidently, leaning up against his axe. Allister came to a stop and the two fighters eyed one another. Allister quickly glanced

around the room, noticing his daibo lying just to the right of his father. Allister clenched his fist tightly as it began to emit a dim glow. "No. Not yet." Allister

decided as he released his fist. Allister, instead crouched down and began funneling aura into his feet. Allister pushed off the ground at an incredible speed.

Before Aratshir could react Allister had managed to retrieve his daibo and appeared behind his father. Allister attached a large lightning crystal to the end of

daibo before ramming it into his father's back. The electricity shocked all over Arthur's body, yet he barely even flinched. Aratshir slammed his foot down

behind him, trapping Allister's foot. Aratshir spun himself around on that foot and kicked Allister square in the chest. Allister grunted as he hit the ground

sliding. Allister persistently got right back up again. Allister replaced the lightning crystal with a burn dust crystal at each end. Allister twirled his daibo around

in his hand, activating the dust and lighting the two ends of the daibo on fire. "Come, show me the fire that burns inside you." Aratshir taunted. Both warriors

charged at each other, clashing weapons. Allister and Aratshir exchanged blows constantly, hitting one another over and over. Eventually though It was

apparent that Allister was beginning to lose pace. "Time to step it up." Allister whispered to himself. Allister waited for his father to swing for his head. Allister

slipped right under the blade and compacted his daibo. Allister funneled his aura into his fist as he began hammering on his father's chest. Aratshir tried to

stand strong, but even he was being pushed back by the relentless onslaught of Allister's moves. 20-30-50 punches later and Allister was still swinging away

at his father. Panting, Allister finally stepped back to see what kind of damage he had done. "Shit." Allister griped as Aratshir laughed. "You are truly the

pathetic son I disposed of. Ending your life with be nothing more than a mere formality." Aratshir mocked, gesturing to his own chest, which was barely even

bruised. Allister stepped back and raised his hands defensively. Aratshir stalked towards Allister, an arrogant smug plastered across his face. Aratshir viciously

lashed out at Allister. Allister stumbled backwards, using his aura to defend against his father's attacks. As Aratshir pressed his assault on Allister, Allister

bided his time hoping an opportunity would present itself. The opportunity finally arrived when aratshir threw out a kick. Allister reached out and grabbed his

father's leg. Allister pulled as hard as he could to pull his father in close. Allister then filled his hands with aura and deliver a crushing double palm strike to

Aratshir's ribs. Aratshir actually felt his feet lift off the ground slightly as he slid backwards. Aratshir looked incredulously at his side. "I don't plan on dying

here. Father." Allister said, the last word oozing with sarcasm. "You little shit." Aratshir insulted as he watched Allister approach him. The two dynami met

head to head midway in some impromptu wrestling match. Each trying desperately to throw the other to the ground and gain and advantage. Allister could

feel all of his muscles crying out the longer they carried on. "This was a mistake. I'm still no match for him physically." Allister thought, focusing intently on

holding his ground. Allister's focus was broken suddenly, as his father hoisted him in the air. Allister watched as his father let him fall on his own back,

slamming Allister down behind him. Allister let out a sharp yell at the impact. As Allister went to sit up a fist crushed Allister's chest like a wrecking ball.

Allister was slammed back down to the earth, coughing. Allister began groan and cry out in pain as Aratshir began curb stomping his son relentlessly. Allister

reached out and managed to get a hold of his father's foot. Allister got back to his feet and tossed his father to the ground. Allister tentatively pressed on his

ribs, fortunately finding that none had broken. "Well you certainly are of Dynami origin, that's for sure, you persistent pest." Aratshir conceded, as he rose

from the ground. "I aim to please." allister said, getting on his father's nerves. "Only your death will please me." Aratshir noted. Allister chuckled. "What made

you such a tight ass. Did grandmother not give you enough hugs. Did your father hit you?" allister asked. Knowing the answer, yet not caring. "Of course not.

That what makes us such great warriors. There is no family. There is only combat and providing the next generation of combatants." Aratshir stated.

"Producing the next generation of combatants. My God. With pillow talk that bad no wonder you're such an angry motherfucker. You must be made that

mother has stopped sleeping with you." allister stated. "Do not speak about that which you do not know." Aratshir warned. "What I do not know! Anybody can

tell that romance is not one of your strong suits. Maybe you just bore mother with all your holier than thou great warrior rhetoric, cause I know for sure that if

I have to listen to you call me apathetic child one more time I might just roll over and have me a little nap. Wake me when you're finished." As Allister

concluded he smiled to himself. Pleased as how his plans to push his father's buttons had gone swimmingly. "You will die today, and by my hands. I will tear

that insolent tongue out of your mouth and crush your hopes… along with your bones." Aratshir said with a deadly quietness. Allister rolled his eyes and

casually raised his guard. "Fuck." Allister's eyes immediately widened. Aratshir had nearly instantly closed the gap and had gripped Allister by the face hard.

As Allister felt his father's grip tighten her was eventually forced down to his knees. "Bow before me, and wither and die." Aratshir said. At this moment

Allister knew he had fucked up… badly. Aratshir continued to squeeze Allister's face until he heard the familiar sound of bone crunching. Allister screamed out

as he felt his skull being crushed. Aratshir lifted Allister back up to his feet, where Aratshir reached out and with a quick snap broke Allister's jaw. Aratshir

pulled back and slammed his fist on Allister's collar bones breaking both of them. Aratshir gripped onto Allister's shoulders and squeezed until they both

popped out of their sockets. Aratshit grabbed Allister's robes and lifted him into teh air. Aratshir let out a roar as he slammed Allister's back down on his knee.

Allister cried out in absolute agony as he felt his spine shatter. Aratshir lifted Allister and slammed him down again, shattering another set of vertebrae,

laughing. Yang was was unconscious at the edge of the arena, still recovering from her fight, when Allister's harrowing screams woke her. Yang immediately

sat up,looking around. Yang felt time stop as her eyes took in the sight of Aratshir walking around Allister, breaking each bone in his body. Tears fell from

Yang's eyes as she started to run for Allister. Yang screamed in sorrow as Master Kogua held her back. "LET ME GO! I need to go help him!" Yang pleaded.

"You cannot help him. You're still hurt. And this battle means more to Allister than anyone thinks. He's killing his own father. I know he may hate Aratshir but

to kill one's father so willingly is no easy task. This is something he needs to do by himself." Master Kogua explained. "He's dying though." Yang argued, her

voice fading. "Despite that we need to trust him. I'm sure he's not done yet." Master Kouga said, reassuring Yang. "I sure hope you do" Master Kouga

clenched his fists in intense anger as the hidden camera picked up Allister fight. "C'mon AL. This isn't where you die." Darron pleaded with the

screen. Suddenly Darron was plagued with a massive headache. "AH." Darron cried out. Darron looked behind him at the massive black sculpture he had

created nearly 50 feet tall. Darron grit his teeth and continued to build the tower out of his semblance while trying to ignore the pain as best as possible. "If I

won't die, then you won't either." Darron declared.

Allister had stopped screaming what seemed like eons ago. Aratshir had been extremely meticulous in making sure that every single one of Allister's bones

were broken. Arms, legs, ribs ,fingers, toes, neck, back, skull. These and more were mercilessly crushed under Aratshir hatred. Allister lay a writhing mass of

raw pain. Tears stung his eyes. Allister could feel the internal bleeding and his consciousness slowly fading. "C'mon. Get up." Allister begged his own body.

Alas, Allister's body was in no condition to even breath properly. "Heh. Fuck this. Maybe I really never had what it take to be a dynami. No wonder they tossed

me to the curb. Maybe I should just die here." Allister thought, then laughed. "God, Darron would probably kill me himself if he caught me thinking or saying

that. And Yang would prob…" Allister thoughts trailed off at the thought of his lover's name. "Right. Death isn't an option is it. Not while she's alive." Allister

thought, the decision made.

Aratshir was walking away contently with what was the suspected corpse of his disowned son. Suddenly, Aratshir felt the ground begin to shake. "Fuck."

Aratshir murmured to himself as he turned around. Aratshir sighed upon laying his eyes on Allister. Allister had risen from the ground, a dangerous, yet

comforting and brilliant light surrounded him. Allister stretched his body, snapping all of his bones into place, while the white light seemed to erase the

wounds. Aratshir stared on in utter surprise as Allister looked exactly like new. Alastair finished cracking the last of his new bones before smiling at his father.

"Shit! That took up way too much energy. Can't do that again." Allister thought nervously, while keeping a calm exterior. "Now it's for real." Allister declared.

Aratshir laughed. "Come!. I will crush you as I already have." Aratshir challenged. Allister tightened his fist and they began to glow with the same brilliant

white light. Allister dashed forward, prepared to swing at his father. As Arathshir move to block the punch Allister opened up his other hand, firing a beam of

light a his father. Aratshir ;et out his first grunt of pain as the beam caused him to slide backwards. Immediately Allister had generated spheres of light in his

hands and began throwing them rapidly at his father. Allister's father raised his arms to defend against eh light, but with each successive hit Aratshir could

feel the skin on his forearms begging to be burned. Aratshir unsheathed his battle axe again, which he had sheathed prematurely, thinking Allister was dead.

Aratshir used the axe to deflect some of Allister's light before charging at Allister.

Allister smirked as his father approached. Allister ducked under the fist swing and sent a light fueled uppercut to his father's chin. Aratshit stepped backwards

before spinning around and swinging out with his battle axe. Allister jumped over the second swing and kicked his father in the nose. Aratshir backed up,

watching Allister warily. "Flash," Allister stated. Allister whole body suddenly erupted in the brilliant white light. Aratshir had to cover his eyes to prevent from

being blinded. Allister took the opportunity to retrieve his daibo and slam it across his father's back. Aratshir grunted as Allister followed up with a shining

palm, right to the small of his father's back. Aratshir grunted again as she stumbled forward to his knees. Aratshir quickly righted himself and glared at

Allister. Allister just sighed. "I really do need the big guns huh." Allister reached out with his hands. "Scales and tail of the dragon." The tattoo on Allister back

began to glow as Allister was once again covered in armor and his trusty lance impacted the ground before him. Allister immediately felt his chest get tight

and his breathing labored under the strain of using such powerful armor. Allister drew his lance from the ground and twirled it. "Well, You're entertaining. I'll

give you that much." Aratshir mocked. "Well if that's all you'll give me, I guess I'll just have to take the rest. Allister stabbed out with his lance repeatedly.

With each stab a beam of light energy flew out of the tip. Aratshir dodged these as he moved in close. Aratshir slammed down with his axe once he was close

enough. Allister, now imbued with his armor, was able to stop the blow with only one hand. With the other Allister thrust forward and stabbed the lance into

his father's side. Aratshir let out a small cry as blood began to seep out of the wound. Aratshir stepped back in disbelief. Allister took advantage of the

situation and pressed his offensive against his father. Aratshir found himself at the mercy of Allister as each of allister's slashes stabs and punches would find

their mark. Allister only stopped striking when Aratshir fell to his knees. "It's over." Allister stated. Aratshir was inclined to agree, but his mind was promptly

changed as he heard a familiar scream. Aratshir looked up to see Waen, being split in two by Ren. Aratshir clenched his fist tight enough to nearly break his

own bones. Aratshir stood in anger, decking Allister. "You scum have killed my daughter. My pride. There is nothing I can do to you that will equate this pain

which you have thrust upon me." Aratshir walked up and simply, yet effectively, slammed his head onto Allister's helmet. Aratshir began smashing Allister's

face relentlessly. Allister tried multiple times to stop the ferocious onslaught, but even Allister lights wasn't enough to deter Arathshir. Eventually the hamlet of

Allister's armor had taken so much damage the helmet disappeared. Allister was totally at the mercy of his opponent. Aratshir kicked Allister's now exposed

face, breaking Allister's skull again. Aratshir reached out and yanked Allister's spear from his grasp. Aratshir didn't even flinch as the spear began to emit a

light which created burns that slowly traveled up his arms. Aratshir reared back and plunged the spear directly into Allister's armor. Allister screamed as the

lance pierced the armor and his abdomen before exiting the armor on the other side. Allister staggered back and coughed up blood. Aratshir walked up and

lifted Allister until the two were eye to eye, inches from each others face. "There will be no mercy. You have taken the only thing I loved in this world. Now

You shall pay. All of you friends, your family, the academy. All will fall by my hand." Aratshir threatened, before a lock of gold hair caught the corner of his

eye. Aratshir looked over to see a sobbing Yang reaching out for Allister. "And I think she might be the last. So I can make her suffer the AGHED FUCK." right

in the middle of Aratshir's threat against Yang Allister reached up, grabbed the head of Aratshir and clamped his jaws on Aratshir's face. Allister tore away a

large chunk of flesh, even Aratshir's entire nose. Arathsir released Allister and both fighters backed up. Aratshir moaned as he covered his face, blood running

down profusely. Allister spit out the chunk of flesh before making his way back towards Aratshir. Allister knocked his father's hands away and grabbed both

sides of his father's head. "Let me clean that for you." Allister suggested. Aratshir was in to much pain to form a coherent response. "Voice of the dragon." a

large beam of white light erupted from Allister's mouth, totally encasing Aratshir's head. All the fighting in the room stopped and turned to watch the brilliant

display of power. Slowly the beam became smaller and disappeared, allowing Allister to breath. Aratshir's head from the tip to halfway down his neck was no

flesh, just perfectly cleaned bones. Allister pushed his father's corpse to the floor and stepped back raising his arms in victory. Suddenly Allister coughed up

more blood, holding on the spear in his body to support him. "That all folks." Allister managed before his eyes lolled back in his head and fell unconscious. The

last thing he heard was Yang screaming his name and he smiled.