Hi Guys! Its taken me quite a bit longer than expected to complete this one. I'm really proud of it and would love to hear what you think. Id love a few more reviews even if they are really short. I kinda wanna gauge who's reading it and interestingly what countries are my readers from. I know Beyblade is still pretty big in India still. Any way. I hope you are all ok and hope you like Chapter 26 :)
Oh and new key thing here. I've started doing thought paragraphs in italics to help distinguish between out spoken speech and inner thoughts.
Chapter 26
One of the greatest beybladers of all time…Tyson Granger, sturdily rose to his feet. Revenge for Harkans' nasty assault on Daichi bubbled beneath the tanned epidermis of his fiery Japanese skin. His usual friendly demeanour over-painted by dark stoicism. His strides were heavy as he left Daichis' vulnerable, folded form to defend his beybladers' honour and beloved bitbeast. The fate of the world and his own life rested on his broad yellow-clothed shoulders, with a mid-length dark-blue pony tail riding down the middle of his back. The beychamp reached into a jean pocket to produce a pair of black fingerless gloves. He slipped them on; his features expressed dead seriousness as his digits popped through the finger holes. He then straightened his cap with his newly gloved left hand, whilst Dragoon glowed a demonly blue aura in his right.
Tysons' dark cerulean bangs bounced and his eyes gleamed with determination as he produced and expertly assembled his launch gear, piece by piece from his belt pouch, and without a flaw...clinked a blue and white Dragoon beyblade into it.
The bluenette assumed a wide denim-legged stance and held out his arms. Calloused rough fingers wrapped tightly around the launch grip while one hooked around the rip cord... ready to let rip. His energy was courageous yet gravely quiet. He knew this beybattle was going to be no walk in the park and that literally...his life was on the line.
Harkan rolled his ruby eyes and clicked his neck to rid bored tension from his spine. "Finally stepped up like a man hmm?" He said as he too rose his arms outwards with tattooed fingers wrapped around a launcher and rip-cord, threatening to release his malevolent black-furred bitbeast at any given moment.
Tyson antagonised ready and rearing to fight. "So you want my Dragoon huh? Not gunna happen pal! Dragoon has been my friend and partner for years and I won't give him up for anything!"
Harkan coldly retorted with a filthy smirk. "That's fine with me, boy. I will have him pried from your cold dead fingers. It makes no difference to me. It is my pre-ordained fate to rule over the Blue Dragon Bitbeast. I have been raised, trained and called upon to master the Great...
Tyson cut over his sentence in a louder tone and smart mouthed; allowing himself to grin a little. "Yeahh yeahhh yeeaahhh same old stuff. I've heard it all before. World domination blah blah blah. It's kinda gettin' old now pal. You're not the first to think up that wacky plan. Why don't you get a real hobby like flower painting or yoga or somethin'."
Harkans' face scrunched into a dangerous sneer. He was one of the most feared beybladers in his clan, and for good reason. "You insolent child!" His tone abruptly settled as his fingers gripped the rip-cord loop tighter and black ringed biceps flexed. "Hmmphh I haven't got time for this. Playtime is over boy." With one high-strength backwards rip of his bulky inked arm, his high spinning weapon was set loose and tore through the air like a red missile."Go Black Ursus!"
Tyson Granger needed no cue to do the same. Dragoon too was released into combat with a backwards yank of his young masters' gloved wrist. "Let it rip! Let's do this Dragoon!" Yelled the blue-haired blader with a pumped fist in the air.
*ZING* *ZIP* *ZING *ZIP* ZING* *SCREEEEECH* *ZING* *ZIP* *ZING*
Dragoon whizzed and darted around the floor like an illuminated white ping pong ball, bouncing off the window frames, onto the linear florescent light cases on the ceiling above, then hard slate-grey corridor floor tiles and refracting back to the window frames. It zipped around so fast that it was near impossible to follow for the untrained beybladers' eye. However, the heavy red and gold-tipped spinning blade dominated the walkway centre, waiting for Dragoon to slow its pace and its moment to batter it into un-returnable submission.
*ZING* *ZIP* ZIP* *ZIP*ZING *ZIP* ZING* *SCREEEEECH* *ZING* *ZIP* *ZING*SCREECH*
"That's it Dragoon, keep our distance until we can work out this guy's weakness. We know from Daichi's battle that Black Ursus is no second-rate Bitbeast and if given the chance, it will pin down Dragoon... just like Strata Dragoon. I can't let that happen." Thought Tyson as he kept one eye on Dragoon and the other keenly on Black Ursus, vigilant for any nasty tricks his insidious opponent may have up his sleeve.
With a blink, Tysons' brown orbs redirected from the beyblades to inspect his menacing red-eyed adversary, and for a moment they locked intense stares. The giant purple-caped man calmly leered back with a condescending smirk as Tyson glowered in thought. A mental Mexican stand-off was afoot as they stared each other down and waited for what the other would do next.
Dragoon -*ZING* *ZIP* *ZIP* *ZIP**ZING* *ZIP* *ZING* *SCREEEEECH* *ZING* *ZIP* *ZING*
Black Ursus - *HUM* *HUM* *HUM* *HUM*
Tyson was a far cry from the athletic, nimble beyblader of 2003 but his experienced mind held a library of beybattle strategy...he just needed to pick the right book.
Tyson - "Harkans' blade is just sittin' there. He can't keep up. Good. That gives me the head space I need to think. I need to remember my past battles. Think Tyson, think. I need to come up with a clear strategy. What would Kai do? He'd have come up with a strategy already; he'd hang back until he found a weakness and then use Dranzer in an all out attack. Max would rely on a heavy defence tactic until his opponent runs out of steam and bull doze him outta the dish, it's a matter of attrition. And Ray would go in hard n' fast and chip away at Harkans' defence until Driger had the advantage, and then finish him off clean and quick."
The calculating kendo student averted his view downwards to study the scarlet Black Ursus blade spinning flawless and dangerous just meters away, all the while his Dragoon bounced off surfaces and zipped in the air like a white lightning bolt.
Moments later, the bluenette snapped his fingers and beamed. "Alright! I've got it! His blade does have a massive amount of power but I'll bet my hat on it that he can't keep that level of intensity up for long. I've got just the thing, I'll give him a little of the ol' Dragoon special to lower his defence and then take his blade out once and for all...yeah...Dragoon...Let's show him what we're made of." He swiped a thumb, stiff with tenacity under his nose.
"Dragoon! Go! Maximum Hurricane Attack!" Yelled Tyson with a fist in the air as a gust of awesome swirling wind emanated from behind his back like he was a kind of elemental wizard. His blue bangs flailed as Dragoons' power whipped around him, threatening to flip his cap off with the force. A confident smile grew between the plushness of his cheeks. He loved beyblading no matter the circumstances or the risks at stake...and this match was no different.
Dragoons' evasive bouncing instantly ceased to exact its masters' new strategy. The flash of white and blue metal landed at Tysons' feet with a *ziiiing*as its axis changed course and entered hyper drive. The impeccably designed Dragoon beyblade spun in tight circles so rapid that its bitchip gave birth to a pocket-sized tornado. And instantaneously whipped up white and grey wind currents into a whistling twister, a powerful upstream of wind for it to ride and hover mid-air protectively in front of its guardian.
The newly born indoor cyclone violently rattled the light tube casings, flapped the panel tiling in the ceiling above and fiercely sent all hair and clothing rustling and whipping as if possessed by a ghost. The window panes were rattled and lashed at so violently that they smashed in an outwards burst, causing confetti of glittering glass over anything and anyone on the outside below, whilst some of it remained in the frames in short jagged shards.
Tyson Granger, the three time World Champion beyblader had only just got started. "IT'S TIME DRAGOON!"
Within the eye of Tysons' perfect storm, barely contained in the tight hospital corridor, a blue dragon spirit magically took shape at the blue haired beybladers' command. Dragoon, in all his splendour, his serpentine ridged and spiked body shimmered a royal blue, his black armoured arms glimmered and his long silver curved claws sparkled, as he hurtled for Black Ursus with a maddened open mouth and screeched his ancient dragon cry mid flight; his reptilian eyes locked intensely onto his target. Tysons' wilful energy channelled deep within the ancient Bitbeast as if they had the same blood. The faithful dragon spirit felt Tysons' fearful urgency to win, and why. This was like no other beybattle they had ever faced before, and if they lost...it would be their very last.
Dragoon cried with an open dragons' jaw as his white beyblade neared collision with the red. "GGARRRRRRRRRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
Tyson screamed alongside his blue beast as if he too, was hurtling into battle. "GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GOOOOO DRAGOOOOOON!"
In a flash of white bluster, the seemingly solid and unstoppable Black Ursus blade quickly fell victim to Dragoons' mighty Maximum Hurricane Attack as it was picked up like a russet leaf, spinning helplessly, flailing and battered left, then right, and centre in a tremendous inescapable whirlwind.
The tower-like Harkan was reduced to an unnatural kneel who grunted bitterly as the chopping air lashed his body and clothes. The sharp air stung his cheeks and slashed a 2 inch long red line across his left cheek bone, threateningly close to his eye. The high powered breeze blinded him as his red eyes clenched instinctively, his cape whipped wildly behind like a ships' flag and his short hair blew back and forth like mown silver grass on a hill top. The Shadow Vale blader had no choice but to lift his dark muscled arms across his grimacing face…to cower… and wait. His deep toned voice growled aloud with venom. "Grrrrr. You...have...no idea .Grrrrrr... who... you're dealing with... boy."
Tysons' dominating stance was unwavering as he took complete control of the match. His loose yellow shirt flailed wildly against his plush torso whilst doing his best to hold his cap from flying clear off his head. He toothily grinned despite the whipping G-force air. "Daichi, this is for you." "That's it Dragoon! We've got him right where we want him. He hasn't got a chance now buddy. Now, let's finish him off!"
Dragoons' swan like neck arched upwards and roared in reply. "GGARRRRRRRRRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"
The great dragon Bitbeast heeded Tysons' spirited words and dived for a full frontal tackle with Harkans' blade, his beyblade home mirrored the action as its spin intensified causing a mechanic *zinnnnnnnnnnnnnnng* sound.
The tornado, as if it had a mind of its own, dropped Black Ursus' dizzy and battered body from its gusty clutches. The helpless red beyblade tumbled and hit the floor, spinning off kilter. It wasn't given an inch as it was immediately and brutally slammed by Dragoons' blade so hard and fast that a section of dry-wall surrounding its impact site was ruined to a crater of rubble and dust.
Tysons' hurricane attack was yet to dissipate completely and like the aftermath of an explosion, a cloud of wall debris and powder from the blast created a thick choking cloud of white. Tyson and Harkan were divided by the plume, and for a moment, completely blinded.
Tyson smarted with a prideful smirk and his hands on his cocky hips. "There, see how you like that! That's what you get for what you did to Daichi. And that's what you get for messing with me and my awesome Dragoon."
"GRRRRAWWWWWAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH." Dragoon roared in agreement as his godly body fizzled out into blue glitter and then retreated to the white and blue beyblade spinning close to the bluenettes' feet.
Tyson held his breath so as not to inhale in any of the floating dry wall and waited anxiously with tight full lungs. Experience taught him to hold off celebrating just yet and be ready for any surprise attacks.
The gritty air hung like a dense white curtain, obscuring everything and rendered the white-walled corridor battlefield noiseless.
Tyson narrowed his autumnal eyes to peer through the dusty smog for any sight of his purple draped opponent, or his red rotating weapon. No colour or sound peeped from the haze.
Moments pass... and still no sign of life from the choking plume of white.
"I've done it. Heh. That guy wasn't so tough. Better luck next year pal." All tension wittered away in an instant as he took off his cap and bashed it against his thighs to rid it of powder and particles. He then expertly replaced his older brothers' gift from years ago, back to his head and wiggled it in place for the perfect fit.
Meanwhile, the blast cloud began to dissipate like the dawn of a foggy morning in a horror movie. The toxic yellow beam of the linear fluorescent lighting poked through the haze like a distant sun and below it, a crouched lurching creature waited in silence. The bold colours of a stark blue tunic, dark violet cape, black footwear and a small, red object grew more vivid as the ghostly air thinned.
Tysons' cockiness was scuppered instantly as his face turned fraught with disbelief. His brown eyes shrunk to the size of peas and he shrieked with a stammering jaw. "Noooo. I...I...can't believe it. His blade...it's... it's still spinning!"
The scarlet Black Ursus blade had rebounded out of the wall and now spun without fault or wobble and again dominated the walkway centre. The Shadow Vale blader emerged into full view from the rapidly disappearing cloud of wall remnants. His purple and blue attire, dark face and hair were speckled from top to toe like dusting sugar over a cake.
Harkans' leg muscles popped a vein as they levered his hulking mass straight from his protective crouched kneel. As he raised his white dusted head, a dangerous smirk emerged on his powdered lips. He burst into a deep-breasted roar. "Haahaaahaaaahaaaa what a performance!" Impressed, he raised his arms and his fingers twitched and curled upwards with excitement. "Dragoon, what a Bitbeast! What power! What force! Dragoon is everything my Lord and Master has foretold. Hahahahahhahaha and it won't be long until he is all mine. Alllllll miiine!"
Harkan dropped his cackling to exact an evil sneer at the nothing but a human obstacle in his way. He raised a wide inked arm, licked his thumb and swiped it across his air-lashed and white spotted cheek. He brought his thumb to his face, examined the bloodied powder now smeared on his digit and smiled manically at his Bladebreaker prey.
The beychamp whimpered whilst stumbling back a step. His heart dropped to his stomach as his intuition screamed he was in terrible trouble. "No, this can't be. But Dragoon and I totally had him."
Harkan crossed his arms and fought not to chuckle further. "Oh you poor boy. You really thought you were a match for me? How sad. Oh well, I guess I should finish you off before those Saint Shields' arrive and ruin everything. BLACK URSUS!" He ordered as he thrust an arm outwards.
Without delay, the giant bear Bitbeast materialised from its scarlet spinning top and roared with a heart as dark as its raven coat. "GGRRRRAWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Black Ursus full on charged at arrow speed at Dragoon before Tyson could do anything to stop or dodge it.
*GRIND* ZIP* * SCREECH* *GRIND* *GRIND* *SCREECH**GRIND* ZIP* * SCREECH*
Dragoon took tackle after tackle, smash after smash as the attack rings screeched in abrasion against the other. The white and blue blade managed to retake some ground but was locked in the one position that Tyson didn't want to be in. Head to head he knew he was in hot water. Just like Daichi earlier, he would soon be overpowered by the terrifying might and power of Black Ursus.
Tysons' back trickled moist down his spine as fresh salty droplets ran down his face...alarm began to set in. "Dragoon can't get away. Black Ursus is all over him. If I lose this match... Urhhhhhh ...Kenny! I wish he was here, he'd know what to do." The latter of Tysons' train of thought caused him to look behind over his left shoulder to where the beyblade goggle box would usually reside. Tyson envisioned the one and only Chief tapping away at his laptop on a bench and offering his usual golden nuggets of advice... whether Tyson asked for them or not.
Black Ursus – *GRIND* *GRIND* *GRIND* *SCREECH**GRIND* * SCREECH*
Dragoon - *GRIND* * SCREECH* *GRIND* *GRIND* *SCREECH* * SCREECH*
Harkan cocked his devilish head to the side and leered coldly, all the while Black Ursus mercilessly pummelled away at Dragoon, grinding and screeching as it did. "Look how alone you are. No friends to help you now."
"Oh I've got friends alright. Don't you worry about that! Keep on him Dragoon!" Tyson spat back whilst trying desperately to think of a way to win.
Speaking of friends, the cap wearer tucked his chin down, growled and instinctually side-glanced over at his crippled red-head companion. Daichis' forehead rested flat on the tile, his shins and tops of his shoes were pressed flat and his arms fully crossed and wedged protectively into the fold of his waist. He too had been fairy dusted; white debris littered his fire red hair and navy sleeveless shirt like an out of control case of dandruff.
Tyson called over to the lump of beyblader on the floor just feet away. "Daichi? Are you still with me bud?... Daichi?!"
No answer emanated from the body. "Monkey Boy", the guy Tyson couldn't stand to be around most of the time and yet, loved him like a brother...was out cold.
The bluenettes' mind ran frantic with frustration. "Rats! If I take my eye off this match for one second, it's all over but... Daichi, he needs me!"
"DAICHI! COME ON BUDDY. ANSWER ME WILL YA!" Tyson yelled louder as more fret set in. Double sweat drops raced down his flushed cheek as he side-hawked his beaten comrade.
Still... no answer.
Harkan smirked cruelly and raised an eyebrow. "Looks like your friend has passed out, he's left you all alone. Just like all the others."
Tyson shot back with venom as he slammed a foot forward. "You don't know anything about me or my friends!"
Black Ursus – *GRIND* *GRIND* *GRIND* *SCREECH**GRIND* * SCREECH*
Dragoon - *GRIND* * SCREECH* *GRIND* *GRIND* *SCREECH* * SCREECH*
Harkan deeply chuckled with pursed lips before retorting. "Hahmmhamaahh Oh but I do. "We've been watching you for a while. Your home, the dojo, you rattle around it all on your own. Your Grandfather is the only family you have around and even he spends his days with other people. I've watched you sleep half the day away and skip chores at every opportunity. You're not much of a man Tyson... How sad, no purpose, no direction, no dreams. You spend your days with one hand on the TV remote and the other down the front of your boxer shorts. The highlight of your week is a comic book and a meal for one served in a square cardboard box…all by yourself. How sad...Where are your friends then? Your family? Can you really call what you have...a life?"
Tyson burst back with fire in his words and lunged forward again but this time with a curled fist. "You have no idea what you are talking about! I have my Grandpa, my team, more friends than I can count, millions of fans, and my Bit beast!"
Harkan snorted with an unkind laugh. "Hahaha. Your Grandfather spends more time with others; he's given up on your blatant laziness. Your team only visit you when they are bored. Your closest friends? Your team? They live continents away... and the ones that remain in your country won't give you the time of day."
Tysons' pumped fists dropped to his sides as his words stropped a retort whilst baring a glare. "That's not true. They are...just busy...that's all."
The silver haired man smirked filthily. "Your fans...they only care about the current beyblade champions. When was the last time you won a title? And your Bitbeast...will have a new guardian by sun down. I guarantee it."
Black Ursus – *GRIND* *GRIND* *GRIND* *SCREECH**GRIND* * SCREECH*
Dragoon - *GRIND* * SCREECH* *GRIND* *GRIND* *SCREECH* * SCREECH*
Tyson retained his composure despite his delicate heart strings being roughly plucked like a newbie's guitar. He squirmed with the discomfort of undiscovered insecurities surrounding his relationships with his friends, dragged to the surface kicking and screaming. He shook his heavy head momentarily causing his dark blue bangs to swing. "You're wrong!"
Then the beyblade champs' body reignited as his balled fists were back up and ready to swing in defence. "You're just tryin' to mess with my head. You may think you know me but you don't. I have family who love me. My friends, sure they aren't around much but they care, I know they do. And you're doubly wrong about Dragoon. He's not going anywhere chump!"
Harkans' lip twitched with annoyance at Tysons' feisty resolve. "Enough talk. I'm beginning to run out of patience boy. BLACK URSUS! TIME TO FINISH THIS!" He yelled with agitation and an extended finger sharply pointing at his target.
The red beyblade instantly did as it was ordered and upped its rotating onslaught. Dragoon slashed back with equal ferocity. For moments, the riled beyblades were head to head, attack ring on attack ring, both maintaining their ground. Screeching of tile and a deafening smashing of metal and plastic caused shock waves that blew dust and debris outwards, and to bank at the corridor sides like shovelled snow.
Black Ursus – *GRIND* *GRIND* *GRIND**GRIND* * SCREECH*
Dragoon - *GRIND* * SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECH* *GRIND* *GRIND* *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH*
Tysons' analytical skills were dimming as fast as his energy levels. He began to pant as the stress and close heat began to take their toll. "This *pant* isn't good. My last attack barely left a scratch *pant*on Black Ursus. How is his blade so strong?! I just don't get it. *pant* Dragoons' in trouble if I don't do *pant*something!"
Black Ursus – *GRIND* *GRIND* *GRIND**GRIND* * SCREECH*
Dragoon - *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEECH**GRIND* *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH*
The heaving cap-wearer swiped his moist bushy eyebrows clean with the back of his right hand. *pant*"I don't know how much *pant* more Dragoon can take of this. *pant* . Just hang in there buddy.*pant* I need to think of somethin' *pant*and quick. I can't lose this battle, *pant*no...I won't lose this battle." Thought Tyson as his eyes twinkled with determination.
Black Ursus – *GRIND* *GRIND* *GRIND**GRIND* * SCREECH*
Dragoon - *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH*
The Shadow Vale blader narrowed his cruel ruby stare as his blade maintained its ferocity, grinding and churning away at Dragoons' fast eroding attack ring."Urgh I didn't count on this beyblade brat to be so strong willed. I should have destroyed him by now. Enough games, time to finish what I started. I've wasted too much time already."
Harkans' face was wild with contempt. He slammed a black open-toed boot forward and began to advance with an air of violent superiority. "You had enough yet Boy? I'll give you this; you've done well to last against me for this long. But I'm afraid your time is up! BLACK URSUS! ATTACK WITH NO MERCY!"
The red beyblade instantly supped into hyper drive with its masters' bellowing words. *ZIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG* cried his spinning top as it kicked its rotation speed up a notch and smashed Dragoons' waning spinning form into a crumbling crater in the brick patch of exposed wall; the white dry wall top-layer had earlier been reduced to mere dust and flakes in the air.
Like a mouse caught under a bears' claw, Dragoon screamed a high pitch *SCREEEEECHHH* as it fought to free itself from its pinned predicament between the cold earth coloured brickwork, and pounding aggression of Harkans' red spinning top. More white and silver slivers of debris was cast as Dragoons' attack ring was shaved away like a pencil.
Tysons' stubborn heart thumped as he watched his beloved beyblade take one if the worst beatings of his career. He clenched his tanned fists so tightly his knuckles turned white and yelled with disbelief. "Nooooooooo... Dragoooooonnn! Don't let him pin you down. Keep fighting! You can do this!"
Dragoons' beyblade - *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
The master blader complained under laboured breath as adrenaline surged, his eyes wide with distress. "Shoot! *pant*Dragoons' pinned. *pant*There's nothing I can do!"
Harkans' purple Veil waved like a billowing curtain behind him as he took another threatening step forward. "Hahahahhaha. This is the legendary Tyson Granger? World Champion Beyblader? What a disappointment. You are nothing but a laughing stock. You haven't a chance to defeat me and by the look on your face, I think you've just realised that's the truth. Your struggling is commendable however pointless. BLACK URSUS, ITS TIME!" Cried the dominant villain as his red irises glittered with a vampiric malice.
Black Ursus rose like a summoned demon out of the red beyblade's bitchip and materialised into the black haired, silver armoured and ear-ringed monster. Its teeth bayed for more dragon spirit blood as a scarlet glow emanated from its towering presence. Its beady black eyes shimmered like onyx gemstones and its bear jaws flapped as it grizzled in reply to its master.
"GGGGGGGGGGRAWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
The dark toned blader pointed a tattooed digit straight at the former Bladebreaker and gleamed with a devilish smirk. "BLACK URSUS. FINAL ATTACK!"
Tyson yelled in alarm as loud as his tired lungs could muster. "NOOOOOOO! DRAGOOON!"
His feet instinctively stammered towards his helpless beyblade and trusty spirit inside but before he could travel a full step, he tripped and crashed to his knees, his plump palms slapped the cold tile flat. He hung his head on all fours, his bangs dropped towards the ground and felt the crushing sickly realisation that he was about to lose. The guilt, shame, self loathing, embarrassment, all the negative feelings that came with losing a match rained down on him like rocks in an emotional landslide. He scrunched his fingers under his flat palms and whimpered in the dark of his hair. "Dragoooon. I'm sorry. I wasn't strong enough."
Before his despair could bury him further...a familiar voice spoke, wise and ethereal.
"Tyson... Don't give in."
The bluenettes' head shot up. In his reddish brown orbs reflected a glowing blue dragon spirit and a renewed spark of hope quickly zapped him to his feet. "Dragooooon. It's you!" He cried in excited disbelief.
Dragoon, in all his might and glory had emerged without call from his bitchip and was locked in a deadly animalistic sumo match. Like King Kong and Godzilla, the upright spike crested lizard wrestled paw in paw with the bipedal black furred mammal. Dragoons' long silver-clawed fingers were interlocked with Black Ursus' in a vicious wrestling match of colossal dominance. One would over power the other a fraction, for the other to retake the fight and bend the other backwards, threatening to snap spines if they contorted further. The tiles shattered with a cracking ice sound beneath their tussling forms as their beyblades grinded and shredded each other's attack rings on the same spot. Even Harkans' red beyblade was beginning to fracture and chip as Dragoon drove on regardless of its own damaged armoury.
Dragoons' reptilian eye slits rolled back to glance at his youthful fleshy master and telepathically called out to his man-boy. "Don't give up Tyson. Never forget that I am always with you. Believe in yourself Tyson. You just need to believe."
A dark peaceful void swallowed the bonded pair and landed them into another dimension where only they existed. A galaxy somewhere in the deep pits of space, surrounded by glowing stars and different coloured planets where small harmless asteroids drifted by.
Tyson swung his hands in front out as he explained himself, every word dripped with apathy and self pity as he hovered in the calm darkness. Dragoon floated nearby; listening to his every word.
"But he's right Dragoon. I am nothin' but a joke. I'm not the blader I used to be. Look at me, I've let myself go. I've lost who I am Dragoon. The person I used to be. I've been left behind by everybody. Kai, Max, Ray, Daichi, they've achieved so much personally and as beybladers and what have I done with my life? What if this is it for me? What if we don't make it out of here and I lose you forever? What if I don't have a chance to change, to go back, to the blader I used to be?"
Dragoons' sage-like persona started with a soft encouraging reply. "Just believe Tyson. You have everything you need in life. Believe in your......SCCCKKKKRRRRRRRRAAAWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Dragoons' piercing scream shattered the calm of their galaxy instantly like a bullet through a black mirror. In an eye blink, Tyson felt the weight of his distressed body again. All around him returned the dusty, bright lit corridor with piles of swept wall debris and glass shard window frames. Daichis' noiseless, hunched like a hedgehog, and white peppered body slumped just meters away, in desperate need of medical attention.
Dragoons' iris' turn to paper thin slits, his snake-like neck arched up as he rollicked in agony. Black Ursus had impaled him with all 3 claws of his right paw, just as he did to Strata Dragoon. The sword-like bear fingers protruded out of the other side of Dragoons 'ribbed light-blue torso and dripped in red gods-blood onto the grey tile, where a crimson pool was quickly forming.
Tysons' jaw dropped as he gasped. His heart broke and failed to produce another beat from the shock. The world turned un-breathable as his cinnamon coloured eyes shrunk to mere dots and barely muttered the words. "Drrrrr...aaaa...gggg...oooon?"
The screaming cerulean spirit bucked and clambered frantically against his raven coloured impaler. Black Ursus had grasped Dragoons' waist with its other paw and gorilla hugged itself close to make withdrawal of the blade claws impossible, not to mention...pure torture.
"SCCCKKKKRRRRRRRRAAAWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Despite all his mysterious power and might, the glowing blue creature could take no more. Wounded and shrieking he fizzled away like star dust and retreated like a beaten dog to his battle-worn beyblade home. The spinning top, which had lost nearly all the spikes of his attack ring, grinded smooth in areas and fractured to its core...lost its orientation...fell off its metal axis and rolled like a weathered white and blue stone to Tysons' trainer clad feet...and stopped dead.
The cap wearers' mouth parted further and clammy gloved hands twitched at his thighs. He stammered as his face crumpled into the start of a cry. "No...I'm so sorry Dragoon." He whimpered with dew collecting on the shelf of his lower eyelids. His legs gave way with the weight of defeat and folded to his knees. With a shaky hand he picked up Dragoons' war-torn beyblade and levered it up to his face. More tears gathered and threatened to over tip. "Dragoon...What have I done? How could I let this happen? It's all my fault!" A single line of tears trickled down his hot cheeks and in a burst of self hatred, his free left hand punched his thin-skinned knuckles square to the cold tile, he held his fist there with grey coloured grief.
"HAHHAahahahhaha." Harkan made no attempt to hide his glee as Black Ursus triumphantly zipped back to the inked padding of his open palm. Within his black banded fingers his beyblade was raised for inspection. "Huh? I wasn't expecting this. You've actually done some damage. I'm mildly impressed boy." He calmly stated as Black Ursus was briskly tucked into a compartment in the inside of his cape...and pulled something else out in its place. In his right hand...a weighty jagged dagger, at least 12 inches in length and 5 inches in width. The hilt and wide blade were completely gold in colour with serrated edges for slicing; this weapon wasn't designed for throwing like Blake's. The Shadow Vale assailant leered satanically over at the crest fallen G-Revolution star and soundlessly made for his oblivious victim.
Tyson was drowning in the dark abyss of self pity as he gazed with puffy eyes at his wrecked attack ring, the weight disk had hairline cracks all over it, and the large chunks chipped clean off Dragoons' base. "Dragoon. I failed. I can't believe I lost." He whimpered as he fought more tears.
Harkan took a creeping step forward. His deep violet cape, still littered with white debris billowed silently with a light gust of the glass shattered windows.
A cool breeze whistled gently through as Tyson remained staring with a shattered heart at his damaged Dragoon in his clammy fingers.
"Tyyy hmhmhmssooommmpphhhh" Mumbled the red-haired thing nearby, still in a tight armadillo pose.
"Whaaa, Daichi?" Cried Tyson with a high pitch as he briefly snapped out of his dark depressed state. Without hesitation, he hurriedly hustled on his hands and knees to Daichis' curled body.
Once reached, Tysons' hands tenderly hooked around Daichis' small framed shoulders and attempted to unravel him or at least roll him over; but were met with heavy resistance as the pulsating agony in Daichis' core still throbbed from Harkans' wicked strike.
Tyson resorted to gently rocking Daichis' shoulders in an attempt to rouse him. "I'm here bud. I'm here. Are you ok? Answer me Daichi."
The purple caped assailant took another soft silent step closer. Murderous excitement surged through his thick blood as he drew closer to his ignorant prey.
Daichi could hardly speak as the rippling aftermath of painful spasms barely let him breathe let alone talk. He murmured "Ruhhhhhh."
Tyson quizzed with his hands still clasped to Daichis' back, he leaned closer above dusted red fuzz. "What? Whadya say? Speak to me Daichi. I can't understand you bud."
Daichi – "Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh"
Tyson – "Whaa?"
Daichi finally aroused his voice box and croaked with his forehead still pressed to the dusty floor. "Run. Tyyyyson... You...gotta... run."
Harkan took another step closer.*Crunch* Tiny shards of glass crackled and scratched against the tile under the weight of a black open-toed boot.
That one small noise was like a snapping twig in a silent forest. It sent Dragoons' masters' blood instantly run cold as he froze solid. A frosty breeze stroked his moist cheek as all liquid in his body drained from his face to his guts. A flood of sickening adrenaline kicked in like a tidal wave. He shakily turned his capped head...his pupils shrunk to mini-dots as he saw how close Harkan had crept... and was no more than ten human steps away. Tyson couldn't not notice the glinting golden weapon held at its hilt and pointing downwards at his adversaries' thigh. Terrified out of his mind, he eyed its shape and edges designed for slicing. He, who had trained with many different swords for years under his grandfathers' teachings...had never seen any other blade like it.
A rip tide of pure terror shattered through Tysons' spinal nerves and paralysed him there to the spot. The consequences of his loss hit home as he remembered Shadow Vales' intention and what they did to Kai for his Dranzer...they were going to do to him for Dragoon.
Flashback.
Hilary clamped her hurt eyes shut as she finally understood what she had to do, causing twinkles of tears to burst away from her orbs. "Okay but don't you lose Tyson. You hear me!" She ordered sternly like a gruff military Sergeant.
The female snapped herself into action. There was no time to lose and took flight without even so much as a backward glance. As her red raw heels fought against the rough fabric of her plimsolls and her sore soles cried for her to stop, she sprinted, swinging her arms for propulsion. Fresh tears fought their way through but her inner-fight resisted to let them fall. "I believe in you Tyson, just don't get hurt. I'll be right back with help! Just hang in there! Hilary is on the case and I won't let you down."
15 minutes later.
Hilarys' white plimsolls had savagely removed at least two layers of skin from her delicate bleeding heel but onwards, she stubbornly sprinted. The only female Bladebreaker had promised Tyson she would find help and she was adamant she was not going to return without it. However, the hospital had been successfully evacuated with strict Japanese diligence, leaving few souls inhabiting its walls. Even the security staff of Hiwatari Enterprises and any medical personnel was nowhere to be seen.
The task of finding much needed help seemed more and more fruitless as corridor after corridor was empty apart from discarded coffee cups, random forms that had escaped from patient files and items dropped out of pockets in the earlier madness.
Hilary patrolled regardless; her slim legs jogged high as her grey pleated skirt bounced with each long legged leap. At every corner point she stopped to catch a quick breath, and using her hands as tunnels to make her voice louder, she called out. "Helloo! Is anybody here? I need help right away! Can anybody hear me? Helloooooooo?!"
Her brunette head peeped around a corner. "Ozuma?"
She peeped over a railing and yelled down a staircase. "Max are you down there?!"
Her voice bounced around the cafeteria. "Ray? Ray? Ray? Ray?"
"Anybody!" Her patience snapped like a twig and yelled at the top of her lungs with her pink painted fingers wrapped tightly in her palms. "CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME! FOR CHRIST SAKE! ANSWER ME!"
Hilarys' cries grew more and more desperate with each passing corridor. The hospital really was a maze and her navigational skills weren't as good as others on the team. She wasn't sure if she had been down several corridors or just the same ones over and over.
All the running and yelling had tuckered her out as she began to pant. She too hadn't had much for breakfast and the heat of the corridors was stifling. Another feeling crept in...hopelessness as well as fatigue.
"Please *pant* I need help *pant* right away! Is anybody there?!" She muttered as aqua pearls fought their way through her tear ducts, of which she promised to keep at bay. "Come on Hil. *pant* I can do this!" Her fight was back. "Gotta keep going.*pant* I can't give up. I'll find someone. *pant* I will. I won't let you down Tyson."
She ran with all her drive, using her arms to propel her faster, she clenched her eyes shut as she turned a corner and recited in her brain. "Come on Hil, hold it together. I'll find someone. I gotta..."
"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She screeched as she failed to stop herself running straight into a body. She bounced off the v-shaped back of a young, tall, slim, athletic man like a small insignificant object rebounding off an iceberg.
She crashed backwards with a *bump* as her butt landed, *crack* *smack* went her elbow and forearm as they joined the party with her butt on the cold grey tile floor. Her face glowed cherry coloured as she shuffled and stretched her skirt fabric back over the tops of her thighs and hoped to the gods that her white knickers weren't visible for too long...and prayed the guy she just collided with wasn't a complete pervert.
In slow motion her big brown eyes opened and her sight rose to a pale down stretched hand. She blinked a couple of times and exclaimed excitedly. "It...it's you!"
Without any hesitation, Hilary wrapped her delicate digits around his extended one. The males' strength levered her to her feet but before he could say a word, she vice clamped both hands around his cold white hand and dragged him back the way she came. "Oh boy am I glad to see you! You need to come with me right now! Tyson and Daichi are in grave danger and they need your help!"
She muttered with her eyes shadowed in the dark of her sharp tawny fringe as she yanked the male to pick up running pace. "I just hope I'm not too late."
Tysons' heart beat like a drum whilst his lungs fought to draw breath and his skin began to crawl. "No. No. No. This can't be happening. I...I can't move. What do I do? I can't feel my legs. What's wrong with me? I gotta get outta here but I can't move. Why? Daichi...I gotta save Daichi."
Tysons' torso twisted despite his legs poor cooperation and frantically pulled at Daichis' dark blue vest so hard it stretched out of shape and became baggy at the places his hands gripped. "DAICHI! COME ON BUD! YOU GOTTA WAKE UP! WE GOTTA GET OUTTTA HERE!" He yelped frantically as he continued to rock and shake Daichi back to any helpful level of consciousness.
Daichi had surrendered to the exhaustion of his beyblade battle and painful repercussions of Harkans' body strike. The red-head was completely un-responsive no matter what the distressed bluenette did to him.
"DAIIIIICHIII! COME ON WE GOTTA MOVE."
Suddenly, adrenaline won against gravity as Tyson's legs were released from their paralysis. He burst into weightlifter mode and frantically tried to fireman lift the tightly balled Daichi into his arms. Years ago, Tyson could carry Daichi no problem, in fact the Granger was remarkably strong as a boy. Once, he carried Ray, who was inches taller than him at the time, on his back, up and over a hill to get to the China tournament on time after the White Tiger twisted his ankle, dodging a landslide climbing said hill.
That was then... over recent years Tyson had become flabby and exercise was something he avoided like the plague, much to his Grandfathers disgust. Add to that, the toned and muscled Daichi was not as short and weedy as he used to be. Tyson panted and sweat heavily as he continued to strain and stress at Daichi to wake, yanking at his clothing violently. The fatigue of his beybattle with Harkan had drained his energy as well as his lack of physical prowess made lifting Daichi an impossible task.
"COME ON DAICHI! *pant* You said yourself we gotta run,*pant* now MOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEEE! COME ONNNNNNNN DAICHIIIIII!" The bluenette cried panic-stricken, tears flickered away from his orbs as he desperately fought with Daichis' limp form to rise or grunt another murmur of life. Tysons' arm muscles pulled tightly producing raised veins on his tanned skin, one of his shoulders ball joints popped and his legs creaked like an old ship as he struggled desperately to lift Daichis' inanimate form even an inch off the tile.
The stressed out cap wearer panted with thick lines of sweat dripping from his jaw line. His face dropped and his breathing became still as he realised... he was fighting a losing battle. The bey-champs' mind ran frantic as he clamped his jaws and his pupils reduced to pinholes. "What do I do?! I've gotta get outta here but I...I can't...I won't leave Daichi."
Harkan gleamed at the desperate look splayed across Tysons' features. He took another dangerous step forward. "There's no use struggling. Accept your fate. You are not worthy of the sacred Spirit Dragoon."
Harkans' advance towards him burst Tyson into one more hurried attempt to wrench Daichi up into his arms. He returned to tugging wildly at the red-heads clothing. "COME ON DAICHI!" Tysons' hysterical voice broke as he slumped to his knees again and fought back tears of hopelessness. "GET UP BUDDY! PLEASE!...Please... get...upppp."
Harkans' purple cape swished as he took another dominating step forward. His tattooed fingers eagerly twitched around the handle of his golden serrated weapon. A wicked smile slapped across his face and his ruby eyes leered like a predator about to go in for the kill.
Tyson jumped into action as he plastered his back up against Daichis' coiled and now ruffled and tussled form. "You can stop right there! I won't let you hurt Daichi." The cap-wearing human shield cried with a warning scowl on his hot, sweaty and determined face.
Harkan took another step closer and quipped in a matter of fact tone. "Oh don't worry about him. I promise I won't touch your friend. Taking his life will not serve me any purpose. Yours on the other hand..."
The red-eyed assassin took another step forward. His evil heart thumped in his chest as he mentally prepared to deliver his opponents' slaughter. Six steps away.
Tyson leaned back into Daichis' body further and held out a flat hand to protect himself, for all the good it would have done. Sweat drops cascaded down his cheeks as he cried in pure desperate fear. "Wait. Just wait!"
Harkan took another step forward. Five steps away.
Tysons' voice dripped in terror as he waved his arm protectively. "Come on. You don't have to do this."
The knife wielding blader dragged and landed another step. Four strides close now.
Tyson begged. His tiring heart raced. Intense nausea kicked in. "Please. Just stop. You can't. I...I...don't want to die."
Harkan bellowed coldly, dripping with disgust. "Be a man, Tyson. Stand up and accept your fate. You had the chance to relinquish Dragoon to me earlier and you pig-headedly refused. I'm afraid this is the only way now. I will sever your life bond with your Bitbeast and I will forge a new and worthy bond in your place. Dragoon will finally have a master he deserves and serve me in my destiny to become a new ruler of a changed world."
The silver haired assailant took another step forward. Three steps to go.
"He.. he.. he's actually gunna do this. He's gunna kill me."Tysons' faced expressed pure horror as he eyed the weapon about to take his life. His leg bones screamed at him to get up and run but his bleeding heart kept him anchored to the ground, loyally next to Daichi's helpless side.
Harkan added with no sympathy as he took another critical open-toed step. "Many lives throughout history have been sacrificed for gods and kings. The Egyptians buried slaves alive with their dead masters. The Mayans sacrificed children and their enemies to the gods for better harvests. And now... I will stab you clean in the heart to bring about a New World Order. I promise it will all be over for you in a matter of moments. No need to be scared. You'll barely feel a thing."
Tysons' whole body from his ankles to his neck trembled, his chocolate irises vibrated in his orbs as he fought not to lose the contents of his bladder. "Help! I've never been so scared. I don't know what to do. I'm too young to die now!"
Another of Harkans' black booted steps landed. He sneered down at the terrified World champion near his feet. "One more stride and it's all over. Your love for your friend has sealed your demise Tyson. I'm glad that I didn't need to chase you, you stayed right here to protect your friend, just like I planned. Fool. I knew you wouldn't leave him. Your bloody death shall be honourable at the very least."
Tyson is beside himself shaking, frozen with fear. He can't run, can't cry out, and can't scream. He wondered. Is this how Kai felt after he was stabbed? The crippling fear for his life too.
Harkan's last stride. His towering body stopped inches in front of Tysons' cowering body. His black footwear made a thud as they landed. Daichi could offer no comfort or support to Tysons' rapidly crumbling spirit. Strata Dragoons' master was still gone to the world; completely oblivious to the horror occurring around his hunched noiseless form.
Tysons' cinnamon dotted, wobbling eyes gazed up at his soon to be murderer and for the first and last time, took in a close look at his features. Harkans' face was serious, his hauntingly cold eyes wide with deadly intent, whilst is dark lilac cape swished periodically.
The silver haired animal started. "You will be a necessary human sacrifice for the good of the planet. Your river of blood will mark the beginning of a fresh start in human history. Just like your friend Kai; only I will finish the job nice and clean and now. No mistakes. Your suffering will end today boy. No more lonely purposeless life for you. Now...do you have any last words?"
Harkan mirrored the underdogs' stare and watched as Tyson ceased trembling, he separated his knelt legs to allow his butt to sink to the floor and his folded knees to splay to the sides. Tyson Granger removed his cap and solemnly lowered his head so low that his blue bangs tickled the dusty tile floor.
Harkan smirked and held in a cackle as Tysons' stance reminded him of a worshippers' bow to a deity. "At last... he's accepted his piteous demise."
The G-Revolution star used the padded palms of his gloved hands to wipe away any tears, debris and sweat from his cheeks under the darkness of his hair. "I do have something I'd like to say." He choked with a sorrowful tone.
The defeated beyblader produced his blade to his view under the shadow of his hair. His knuckles rested on the cold floor, his fingers curled around the bulk of his ravaged beyblade...the scratched dragon bitchip faced up. "Dragoon. We've been pals for a long time haven't we? Thankyou...for everything my friend. I enjoyed every second beyblading with you. Maybe this guy's right and I don't deserve you Dragoon. I'm so sorry buddy. What happens next is out of my hands. I wish it could have been different." His usual confident voice broke into a snivel. "If only I was stronger."
*Drip* *Drip* Two bulbous tears fell and smashed without sound on the tile in the shade of his lowered head.
Harkan raised his arm and the golden weapon in it. Readying to sever an old bond and seal his fate as Dragoons' righteous new guardian. Until more words from Tysons' mouth stopped the Shadow Vale blader from acting further. His blue ponytailed quarry had more to say.
"Grandpa. I'm sorry for arguing with you about chores and unimportant stuff. I wish I took you up on more kendo training. I definitely needed it. I love you Grandpa and I wish I told you that more often. Funny how you think of this sorta mushy stuff when the chips are down huh? I wish I had the chance to make you proud of me." His voice broke again. "Don't miss me too much."
*Drip **Drip**Drip* A small puddle of tears was forming as Tyson unloaded his heart in the air to his soon-to-be killer.
"Dad. You are away so much on your digs and I miss you so bad. I wish I got to know you better but you were never here. I wish you were here... for one last hug, ya know." *Drip**Sniffle**Drip*
"Hiro. Same goes for you bro. I thought I needed more time to forgive you for siding with Boris at the BEGA tournament...I was hella betrayed by what you did...but I forgive you now. I'd give anything to see you right now. Big Bro. I wish I could see you one more time and beybattle like we used to in the park." *Drip *Drip*
"Ray, Max, Kai, Daichi, Kenny. You five are like brothers to me. I wish we could have had one more swing at the World Championships together huh? That would have totally rocked." A final wrought smile pulled at Tysons' moist lips from tears that rivered down his face instead of dripping.
*Sniffle* *Sniffle*
"Kenny. I'm sorry I threw a tantrum when you left for America to live out your dream. That was selfish of me and I'm sorry for that. I missed you something awful buddy. Right now I would give anything to tune up Dragoon with you, over a tall glass of milk and eat chilli potato chips long into the night, like the old days. Just you n' me Chief."
Maxie...You was my first true best friend. We were inseparable weren't we! From beyblading, to going to the movies, days on the beach during summer break, girlfriend problems, annnnd not to mention sharing each others' Highschool homework. Maxie. I was cut up when you left for America. I was angry with you for a long time. I needed to grow up a bit... and I have now. I just wish we could go back to the old days and just chill at the beach, eat tonnes a' icecream and battle up a storm with Dragoon and Draciel. Good times aye bud. I've missed those days so much. I've been real lonely without'cha."
"Ray. You are one of the best beybladers I've ever met, and one of the coolest. I wish we could Let it Rip just once more. Just you, me, Dragoon and Driger. You always kept me on my toes in the dish. Oh and thankyou for being the teams' cook. Your meals were some of the best I've ever tasted. You're a great friend too and I loved getting your letters, even though I haven't heard from you much lately. I hope you and Mariah get married and have kids n' stuff and have an awesome life. I wish ya all the best buddy, you deserve it. You're such a nice guy ya know."
"Daichi. You really piss me off sometimes but you're the only one that never left me. You've stuck to my side like super-glue ever since we met. Even now. Monkey Boy, don't ever change. You measure your beyblading fame against mine. Don't. You are a world class beyblader all of your own. I know you'll be bored when I'm gone, so you can have my whole comic book collection and all the magazines under my bed. Just don't show Grandpa. He'll have a heart attack with some of my content." Tysons' lips managed to pull another smile out of the bag.
"Kai. You like to remind me how we aren't best buds or anything, but I would like to say... I wish I knew you better too. I wish I had the time to bring down those walls of yours Kai. And thankyou...for the most awesome beyblade matches of my life. Our battles were totally incredible and nobody will ever take those memories away from me. It looks like Shadow Vale will take my Dragoon but I know for sure you won't let them get away with YOUR Dranzer. I hope you heal okay and teach this cruddy boy-band-of-bozos a lesson." The bluenette defiantly sniggered at his last comment. Knowing it would enrage the guy about to end his life. His last fuck-you retort. "I know you will, because you are one of the strongest beybladers in the world and I dare say...better than me."
*Sniffle* *Sniffle*
"Mr D. I owe you a lot. My time as a Bladebreaker and as a member of G-Revolution would not have been possible without you. I thank you too. From the bottom of my beybladers heart."
"Hil." *Sniffle* *Drip* *Drip*"I'm a goofball aren't I. I know we didn't exactly get off on the right foot when we first met. In fact, I was pretty sure you hated my guts. I didn't like you much either, whining to Miss Kincaid at every opportunity. You hated how late I was to class, how I snuck out of clean up duty at school, how I fleeced my way out of anything that wasn't eating or beyblading. Then you were accepted into my team, the Bladebreakers... and you never left. You are annoying and opinionated and you like reminding me of my faults. I think I need that though. Because you bring out the best in me Hilary. Over the years we've been close and then not, and then we get back together and then fall out again and it's all my fault. Me and my big mouth. I should have just listened the last time we fell out. I think I love you Hilary. No... I know I do. I'm just not man enough to say it. Hil. I wish I had the chance. To say, to tell you...I love you."
Harkans' patience was running razor thin. His left silver eyebrow twitched furiously. He expected Dragoons' masters' last words to be something like "Please don't kill me." Instead he got a long declaration of boring "sorrys" and "I wishs'". His hefty muscled arm had been raised high for some time, the blood had long run down his arm leaving his tattooed fingers pale and cold as they wrapped round the gold daggers handle. His arm tendons ached as he held its heavy weight high in the air, ready to come down with devastating force to slash Tysons' name permanently out of the worlds' script of life.
The bluenette turned his head to the right and whispered with a desolate but kind tone. "Don't wake up right now Daichi. You won't wanna see this. Okay bud."
Tyson raised his head for the final time, hot tears streaming down his paling cheeks. His autumnal eyes were furious as his wild heart thudded in his ears. The Bladebreaker fire burned within his soul. "Harkan. Stick to your word. Don't you dare hurt my friend Daichi!"
Harkans' body rattled with murderous lust. The golden dagger reflected light off it as it shook in excited hands. "I promise. Now sit up straight and close your eyes boy." He deeply bellowed in earnest. His villainous heart pumped turbulently for pre-ordained glory.
Harkans' mind screamed blue murder as his knifes' edge plummeted down towards the kneeling and defenceless martyr. "FINALLY DRAGOON, THE BLUE DRAGON OF WOOD. YOU WILL BE MINE AT LAST!"
Tyson focused on the last person he wanted to address. Heart-sick tears streamed down his handsome plush face as he waited for the sharp hammer of his death. "Mom. It looks like we are gunna finally meet."
"NOVAE ROG!"
A silver flash caused an arctic gust to blow Harkans' purple drape backwards, nearly knocking his hulking weight clean off his feet. Harkans' dagger blade hit and refracted off a wall off inches thick jagged glass with a *CHINK* sound.
"WHAT'S THIS!"Harkan exclaimed with a royally maddened face. His dagger was clean of blood. His features growled with fury and confusion as he placed the hand free of the dagger on the wintery white structure and held it there until it dripped wet. "ICE?! ICE?!"
"GO WOLBORG!"