Hiya All! Its been a while since my last upload and I have a couple of DMs I need to reply to which Ill get to asap. I started my own business a couple of months ago and that's where I've been hiding hahha. Finally got round to updating this...I hope you enjoy this chapter :) Please leave a review if you like it or think I could improve on it. Stay Safe. Love, Peace and Beyblade.
Chapter 29
Ray exclaimed aloud. "Bryan?!"
The Blitzkrieg Boy smirked with his pale muscled arms locked across his burgundy clothed chest. His voice was robotic and tone deaf. "Long time no see... Ray. You look like you could use a hand."
The White Tiger was so awash with relief that he could barely utter a word. His wide disbelieving eyes absorbed the surprising rare sight of the Blitzkrieg Boy, a grey-haired saviour glowing in a far off patch of golden daylight like a knock-off Russian Superman.
Rays' shoulders drooped and his tummy untwisted as a deep sigh of comfort escaped his wry lips. Finally, help had arrived; he could now take care of Mariah and give her the attention she so desperately needed. He just hoped the Russian blader would be able to handle their violent adversary and not get brutalised himself.
"Go Falborg!" Ordered Bryan Kuznetsovs' navy blue fingerless gloved hand, a white skinned digit pointed Falborgs' cross-hairs at the red-eyed demon. His turquoise rotating weapon continued its merciless assault on his new opponents black beyblade; not letting it have an inch and more importantly, keeping it away from its intended mortal targets; the defenceless White Tiger duo.
Falborg and Vamplash smashed and zipped around, scoring the earth and ripping up more of the trashed garden terrain. In seconds, what little grass remained was mown to dry bare mud.
*Bash* *Bash* *Grind* *Zing* *Zing* *Zip* *Smash* *Zing*
Bryans' navy coloured legs strode with strong deliberation to the edge of the earthy arena to not only back Falborg; but to create a visual wedge between the White Tigers and the purple caped aggressor.
The cruel Shadow Vale blader poked a sharp red painted fingernail at the fresh arrival. No sweetness laced her rough screeching voice, only contempt and demand.
"Who...the HELL... ARE YOU?!"
Her cape fluttered as she stamped forward so hard that she caused her own personal earthquake; and all nearby birds hastily flew away for their lives as the trees rumbled and the buildings shook.
Her pretty tanned face was stretched with rage with a dash of confusion as to who her interrupter was. She's disgusted with him. "GET OUT OF MY WAYYYYYYY!" Garnetta screamed as her pointed finger turned into a full on arm swipe as if to whack him away like a fly.
Unfaltering and fearless, Falborg continued its spinning assault on Vamplash. Metallic zinging and tagging clinked in the air as an attack ring smashed with another. Bryan was completely disengaged and simply ignored the harpy screeching and baying for his blood. Instead he half turned his head, one cool silver eye side-hawked down at the vulnerable cuddled couple behind his heels.
Bryans' voice was unique as it was nearly always flat toned and unemotional. "Your woman's not looking too good Ray. You get going now; I'd say she needs a doctor. I'll take care of this one."
The Russian returned his attention to the seething viper of a woman to shoot her a wide jawed cocky grin. "I need to blow the cobwebs off Falborg anyway."
Ray needed no telling twice as Mariah coughed and murmured in pain. He unfurled his protective embrace and held her like a parent would a baby, right now she was helpless like one. She was beginning to stir and the agony of her injuries was making itself known, her muscle tissues throbbing, and slashed skin stung in the breeze. Despite Rays' warm embrace she began to shiver from being inactive on the floor, combined with blood loss. Dried and wet blood stained her clothes in patches, and her light skin was streaked with downward running scarlet stripes. The Blitzkrieg Boy was right; she really did need a doctor.
Mariahs' coughing and shivering limbs kicked Ray into gear. His voice trembled as he gently set her on the ground, shakily knelt with one knee and readied to stand with the other. Rays' voice trembled with urgency and worry as he scooped his arms under her. "Mariah?! Just hold on. I'm gunna get us out of here. Just hold on okay."
Ray was so tired from the days' events that at first he struggled to lift her weight. The punching glass and pushing Driger to break the force-field had robbed him of his usual vigour. Still, he was getting her to a doctor even if it broke his back doing it. Beneath his gloved hands, his palms throbbed red with a light shade of purple bruising and he struggled to move his fingers properly, none-the-less he hoisted her into the bridal carry with one arm pinched under her knees whilst the other supported the middle of her back. Her heavy head drooped inwards for her chin to rest on her squished breasts. The top of her head touched the underside of Rays' chin in a close embrace. Her hair was messy and choppy where half of it had been knifed away without her knowledge; she was in for more heart-ache later whenever she next looks in the mirror. Mariahs' slashed and bleeding legs lolled over the side of Rays' arms and jiggled as he straightened his legs into a lofty stance. He took a second to get used to her weight as he stretched his spine. Once the male was certain he had hold of his queen and she was vaguely comfortable in his arms, he would make for the closest exit like a fireman carrying a survivor out of a burning building. The garden being the burning building of which she was maimed forever and suffered a trauma she would never forget.
Rays' sharp yellow eyes stabbed around the scene, his long dank black bangs swished as his head stiffly turned side to side; trying to remember where he last saw that exit. His eyes twinkled in a light bulb moment as he remembered seeing a door back into the hospital building...over the far right, nearby a maple tree, the other side of the pond.
"There! Now I remember. Hold on Mariah. I'm gunna get you some help!"
Mariah murmured with a croaky voice. Being strangled had damaged her throat. "Okayyyy...Rayyyyy..."
The worried sick boyfriend set off but not before quickly turning to his Caucasian rescuer, his voice was rushed but warning. "Bryan!" He barked to gain the Russians' attention. "Be careful Bryan. She's nasty work. She attacks the blader as much as the beyblade and she doesn't hold back. She did this to Mariah! You gotta watch yourself!"
Bryan afforded him a brief side glance and another confident smirk, though this one was not so cocky. "Thanks for the tip Ray. And don't you worry about that; I have experience in that field... remember."
Ray nodded with a serious face, almost glowering at the remark. How could he forget? He turned on his heels, his braided hair whipped in the air as he took off with all the speed he could muster despite Mariahs' heavy weight in his aching arms. "Hold on Mariah! I've got you."
Before long, the White Tiger duo disappeared around a corner, behind a thick set of rhododendron bushes, and was out of sight for good.
Garnetta slammed another foot forward, her dark lilac cape whipped angrily behind her as her eyes glowed shiny scarlet with malice. Her voice was spitting and venomous. "GET BACK HERE WITH MY DRIGER RAY!" She jabbed a militant arm outwards at the direction the White Tigers' fled. She desperately screeched. "VAMPLASH! STOP HIM! DONT LET HIM GET AWAY WITH MY DRIGER!"
The spinning pain factory known as Vamplash did as it was ordered; it immediately ceased its grinding with Falborg. It altered its spin direction and hummed high pitched as its speed increased, then tilted like a drone, bound for Rays' tail.
Bryan scoffed with furrowed fuzzy eyebrows. His jaws clenched into a snide grin. "And where do you think you're going?"
Falborg, the Soviet beyblade built for speed and all out attack, rapidly intercepted Vamplashs' torpedo-like advance and smacked it back to their battle ground with one metallic bash.
Falborg -*SMASH*
Vamplash and its nasty master, Garnetta, were instantly reminded, this newcomer was no push over and he wasn't to go away on his own. The beyblades' returned to spin close to their owners' feet, ready for their next order of war.
The silverette creaked her head to begrudgingly afford the greynette some attention. Ray was gone and a new victim had wandered into her clutches. Her ruby eyes bulged out with rage. And her long finger-nailed hands imitated crooked eagle claws, ready to rip off his flesh with her bare digits if he dared to get close enough. "AND JUST WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOURVE DONE?! DRIGER WAS ALL MINE FOR THE TAKING AND YOU RUINED MY CHANCE!" Her chest heaved as her blood boiled. Her face drew into a dark sneer. "I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT!"
Bryan cockily smirked further and dipped in his chin ready to kick things up a notch. He knew he was dealing with somebody not to be sniffed at. Still, his nerve was completely un-phased and being true to his nature, he taunted. "Well somebodys' on her period. Never mind who I am. You've given an old acquaintance of mine a really bad day. You aren't going anywhere until I decide what I want to do with you. You're going nowhere girly."
The tattooed blader shivered with rage as her skin bubbled hot with frustration. Her eyes twitched as her clawed hands shook in the air as she held them up in contempt. Her silver hair panels and thick fringe bucked as saliva spat with each toxic statement. "YOU CANT STOP ME FROM GETTING WHAT IS MINE! NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I CARVE YOU UP LIKE THE WHITE TIGER!" Her harpy words echoed throughout the garden, frightening away all insects and any birds that were brave enough to venture back after her first earthquake. Their feathered wings beat the air as fast as they could carry them, their little eyes peering back at the danger as they jet away from the heaving, red-faced, human apocalypse.
Bryan upheld his cocky smirk. Undaunted like a pit-bull, his resolve was like steel without a flicker of fear; in fact he was amused at how riled she was. "Oh you like to play rough do ya? That's kinda my specialty. I used to like that sorta thing. Come on then, show me what you got!"
Bryans' taunting remark kicked their battle off the pause button and straight into hyper-drive.
Garnetta maliciously yelled. "GOOOOO VAMPLASH! RIP HIS BEYBLADE TO SHREDS. We'll see how rough you really like it newcomer. You're gunna wish you nevvvvvvvver interfered!"
Bryans' steely grey eyes leered as he scoffed a breath in anticipation. His arm reached out into the air as if to order a jet plane into a dog fight. "Get it Falborg!"
Vamplash and Falborgs' speed rotation immediately sky rocketed in unison. Humming metal and axels drilled away at the earthy surface causing any cut grass and debris nearby to blow away like dust. The two clashing beyblades charged full force at each other creating a shock wave blast as they collided.
*BAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG*
Flowers and trees nearby shook as if a great wind had slapped them in one direction and then resettled as the wave dissipated. The whooshing sound of the trees somewhat softened metallic bashing noises piercing the air. The black and greeny-blue beyblade had now locked horns, their attack rings screeching. Their strength equal, as neither surrendered ground.
"SCHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"SCHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Suddenly from several stories high, a window shattered outward with a loud glacial *SMASH!*.Garnetta and Bryan broke their stabbing war gazes at the other to momentarily eye the direction of the upper window. Glass showered to the ground by the left hand side wall of the garden. Shards and small fragments glittered in the strong daylight as they fell like mirrors until dropping to the grass flat.
A distinctive command broke over the sound of beyblade grinding from the stories above. His body concealed by the angle by all at ground level but his voice was unmistakable.
"IT'S TIME DRAGOON!"
A single fuzzy eyebrow rose whilst the other stayed flat on Bryans' pale forehead as he peered up as the demolished window. "That's Tysons' voice. He sounds like he has his hands full too... Great. What the hell have you gotten us into Tala?"
Garnetta cackled to herself and struggled to scoff its volume as her orbs glowed with devilry. Her wicked trembling hands reverted to upturned claws again and purple cape flapped behind like the perfect villain she was. "HAHAHAHAHHA sounds like Brother Harkan has found the Dragoon Spirits' guardian. Harkan will get the job done. That chubby Japanese boy doesn't stand a chance against the might of my Brother. Darcel will have defeated that weakling Max. And Blake already has Dranzer, he only needs to finish Kai off who will be lying in a hospital bed just waiting for his fate, that's if he's not dead already... and as soon as I destroy this insolent fool in my way...Driger and poor little Ray-Rays' life will be mine.
"VANISHING MOOT!" The green haired Saint Shield had finally arrived, and suddenly there were three.
Josef had leapt from an overhead guttering pole at a height low enough not to kill himself. He landed like a ninja, crouched as his feet hit the earth to absorb the impact, quickly straightened and rushed his Vanishing Moot beyblade through the load and release process.
His turquoise spinning top careered straight for the battling duo without invitation and entered their muddy dust bowl battlefield. His beyblade circled around Falborg and Vamplash to keep them contained whilst he introduced himself to whomever the plucky idiot was that was battling the dangerous Shadow Vale blader. He figured the enemy of my enemy is my friend, or so he hoped.
Garnettas' pretty nose scrunched up with disgust and contempt. "JOSEF! GGAHHHHHHHHHH!"She internally screamed with frustration. Her gaze adverted momentarily to stab daggers at him and then refocus on the match, Bryans' blade was keeping Vamplash busier than she was comfortable with and she couldn't lose focus entirely. "I'll take pastey out first and then it's BYE BYE JOSEF! You are no match for me and you know it pipsqueak! I bet Ozuma and the others are busy and you are here all on your own some. HAHAHAH. Why are you even trying? You little runt!"
The trio of beybladers stood in a triangle formation. Garnetta was the top tip, Bryan the bottom left and Josef the bottom right.
Bryans' attention quickly snapped away from Tyson and whatever mess he was up to in the higher levels of the hospital...to access the short, dark-green haired man with one golden dangly ear-pendant at his right. His gaze was as sharp as a bird of preys' as he scrutinised the newcomers clothing and bey-launcher. The Russian blader wasn't the brightest guy in the world but his distrusting instincts led him to quickly label the gutter leaper in the grey, red and tan outfit...an immediate foe.
Bryans' cold irises glinted as they spot an opportunity to break away from Vamplash and to hit the strangers' turquoise beyblade orbiting around them. Vanishing Moot had entered strike range nearby and the former Demolition Boy didn't hesitate to take the shot.
"Now FALBORG!"
The Russian blade had another order; it snapped out of locking horns with the black bodied Vamplash, tore away from their battle ground and struck the circling Vanishing Moot like a bullet. If Falborg had a forte, it was rapid speed and sudden attacks. Josef never saw it coming as his blade was sent skidding away like a hockey puck, ricocheted off a brick flower bed wall, chipping the brick edge as it did. The unsuspecting Vanishing Moot loitered away from the scuffling duo for a moment to rebalance, its un-leashers' jaw dropped with disbelief.
Josef barked with bitter green eyes and shook an angry fist in the air at the Blitzkrieg Boy. "And what was that for?! What do you think you're doing?! I'm not the enemy!"
Bryan quipped with a flat tone. "I'm not interested. The girl over there and you, the way you dress, and your blading equipment are too similar for my liking."
Bryans' posture straightened as he smirked with a hint of sass. He crossed his chunky arms, creasing his burgundy shirt beneath their bulk with his launcher still clutched in one hand.
"I don't know the whole story yet but I only need to take one look at Rays' face and the state of his woman to know you two are bad news. You want his Driger am I right? Well you're not taking it from Ray, not while I'm around." The end of his sentence had a drip of warning in it as he unfolded back into a navy leg-parted battle stance, his blue trainers with silver stripes settled heavily into grooves in the dry dirt and his arms fell ready to fight.
"Go again Falborg!" Yelled the grey haired man to his soviet beyblade with an outstretched arm. A confident smirk painted his thin lips. Another attack was imminent and both opponents were on his radar. Falborgs' lightning speed revved up in an instant and before Garnetta or Josef knew what was coming... Vamplash was delivered a cold harsh *SMACK* then Vanishing Moot second. *SMASH* Before diverting his flight path to continue his assault against his original target, the one who callously let her beyblade fly at Ray, defenceless with injured Mariah in his arms. Her cards were marked and target number 1.
Bryan was no humanitarian, in fact he was vilified and disgusted by most of the world after his performance at the Beyblading World Championships versus Ray; but Garnettas' actions were unforgivable, even by his standards. The Ex-Demolition boy sought to keep her at bay to at least give the White Tigers time to flee, and at most, beat her and send her home crying.
An ear piercing grinding sound filled the air as Russian and Shadow Vale attack rings collided harshly again.
*SCCCCCCHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHH*
Josef shortly growled with small gritted jaws and clenched fists after witnessing Vanishing Moot take another unwelcome tag from the lilac spinning torpedo that is the Falborg 2 beyblade. He straightened, took a deep breath, ran a fingered hand through his hair backwards and leered to his left. "This guy. He's one of those Russian beybladers. Oh man what was their name...oh yeah the Demolition Boys and then reformed as the Blitzkrieg Boys. They were pretty tough bladers if I remember, but super sketchy. Their manager was into some really messed up stuff and rumour has it, he raised his bladers like soldiers. Bryan...that's his name. He's got some moxy sticking up two unknown bladers at the same time, that would rattle most guys but he hasn't even broken a sweat since I arrived. Still, the guy doesn't know what he's up against. I'm a strong blader but even I'm gunna have trouble bringing Garnetta down on my own. With Ozuma or Mariam by my side a win would be in the bag. Right now though, I don't have a chance by myself. I'm gunna need him on my side if I wanna defeat her...and protect Ray and his Driger."
Bryans' thick jaw line clenched with focus as his narrow silver coloured eyes focused on his beyblade exacting rapid attacks back and forth between Vamplash and Vanishing Moot.
*SCCCHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEECCCCCHHH*Grinding away at the girls' beyblade like an industrial angle grinder and *SMACK* smacking Josefs' like a ball and baseball bat, sending Vanishing Moot skidding away quicker than he can return.
Josef needed to engage and win him over if he was ever going to defeat Garnetta. He lightly coughed and piped up over the smacking and grinding beyblade racket. "Hey! Bryan...right? The Russian blader that used to be on Kais' team?"
Bryan was astute as ever. "Kai used to be on our team. Not the other way around! Whenever he picked a team that is."
A sweat drop instantly formed on Josefs' bushy spiky haired forehead as he sweetened his pitch of voice. His first verbal handshake didn't go down so well, so uber niceness was the next tactic. He scratched the back of his head nervously. He wasn't used to asking things of strangers, especially those outside of his close knit village. Usually the rest of the Saint Shields were ready at his back. But right now, Ozuma, Dunga and his sister were dealing with similar situations elsewhere and Josef needed Bryan on side.
"Right...yeah. Um so do you think you could stop hitting my blade and work with me? The tattooed girl with the black beyblade over there. *Points and jabs his finger in her direction* She's from a clan called Shadow Vale. She and her brethren are kinda nuts and want to take over the world by stealing the Four Legendary bitbeasts. She's after Rays' Driger if you hadn't guessed already and I could kinda use your help in bringing her down." He rubbed the back of his green haired head shyly before dropping his arms to be more direct. "Speaking of Ray...where is he? And Mariah?"
Bryan snorted a gruff reply as his eyes stabbed sideways at Josef. Only affording him half of his attention. "Did you really think I'm gunna believe your little bedtime story. And you can dream on, I'm not telling you were Ray is." Falborg smacked Vanishing Moot again and then Vamplash for the hundredth time.
One of Josefs' legs buckled, causing him to almost fall over with disbelief with how pigheaded his "new ally" was. He ran another hand through his hair though rougher this time whilst trying his best to hide an eye twitch. "Fine. You have some serious trust issues buddy." He shrugged with closed eyes. "I guess I can't blame you. Looks like I gotta show you I'm not on her side."
Garnetta couldn't believe what she's seeing. Her eye twitched repeatedly with a toxic mix of amusement, disgust and scepticism. She bent forward from her waist, her silver hair panels dangled in the air and twitched with each word she screeched at the duo. Her eye line jumped from Bryan to Josef in turn with livid ruby eyes goring into their souls. The latter of her lecture aimed purely at the Saint Shield. "Really? I'm the biggest threat you two will ever come up against and you have the gall to argue in front of me. SERIOUSLY! IM ON THE FRINGE OF STEALING YOUR FRIENDS' BITBEAST AND YOU WON'T HELP EACHOTHER. MANKIND REALLY IS DOOMED and in need of saving. Or maybe you two are the thickest beybladers on the planet. I'm sick of hearing your petty chit-chat. Driger was so close. He was literally hovering over my hands. Ray said the words relinquishing him to me and was about to drop him into my possession. He was inches away for fuck sake! And you...you ...YOU...JOSEF!...YOU ROBBED ME!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!"
The Cleopatra looking beauty turned into a snorting beast in seconds as her hair flew out of place, her lips peeled away to show sharp pointy teeth, and her tattooed skin bubbled with rage. Her breath was hot and raspy. "VAMPLASH! IT'S DINNER TIME AND WE HAVE A SAINT SHIELD ON THE MENU!"
Vamplash increased rotation ten-fold, its masters words were the starters, Josefs' flesh was set to be the main course and...a slice of Bryan for dessert.
The sheer force of Vamplashs' new jet speed blasted Falborg back as if it was nothing more than an autumn leaf, light and insignificant. It was a good thing too for Vamplash, if Falborg didn't cease from its incessant grinding at her attack ring, she was at risk of cracking bey-parts, coupled with the bashing it had already endured from Mariahs' Galux.
The wind force was nothing new to the Blitzkrieg Boy, wind attacks were his talent, still, he held him arms up with a gap in between to shield his face to allow him to watch and learn from her every move, surveying her beyblades' movements for any weaknesses.
Falborg returned instantly to protectively spin before Bryans' feet and waited loyally for its next command, whilst Vamplash...
...in the blink of an eye...disappeared. The air drew calm and stiflingly tense.
Bryans' cool coloured eyes snapped open wide with alarm as his arms fell to his sides. He was stupefied and felt an unusual shiver of anxiety creep up his spine. "Where'd her blade go?"
The soviet blader needn't worry; he hadn't pissed the mad Shadow Vale blader off that much? Had he? No, it was Josef that was the target of this wave of wrath. Vamplash had been ordered to strike him down and feed on him just the same as it fed on Mariah, reducing it's "meal" to a bloody carcass on the lawn.
Josef knew what's coming. He had been schooled by the elders in his village on how to deal with the evil brotherhood faction that broke off from his own village many many eons ago.
He was a holy Saint Shield, raised to become guardians of the sacred spirits and protect them from any who seek to use them for evil. He had been trained from the cradle just as Shadow Vale had, and was taught skills to protect himself and any spirits in his possession. Some may call it magic, others sorcery, whatever its name...Josef had a spell up his sleeve.
Josef closed his emerald eyes and dropped his thin arms to his sides as if he was sleeping upright. He then pressed his hands together like a Naruto character about to call on jutsu power. He quietly cleared his mind and focused all of his spiritual energy to call on his ethereal pachyderm beast.
"Vanishing Moot. With the power invested in you. Shield me from harm."
Then, like a ghoulish entity, Vanishing Moot rose from its spinning-top home as a glowing green mass, engulfing Josefs' body within his form. Not too dissimilar to how Driger protected Ray during his first world championships versus a certain Demolition Boy.
A little known fact, when beybladers know how to call on their spirit in a certain way in times of peril, the Bitbeasts' themselves can become shields.
Josefs' eyes opened slowly, with complete faith his safety was assured in his protective bubble, in the shape of his trusty elephant spirit. Vanishing Moot glowed strong and became a solid around Josefs' body, with the Saint Shield peering proudly within it.
The greenette shot Bryan a brief smarmy glance before smirking at Garnetta and relishing her disgusted gaze and seething face. As the shielded blader expected...Vamplash made itself known as it chinked off Vanishing Moots exterior like a throwing stone bouncing off a sheet of ice.
Vamplash would go hungry this time as Josef grinned; unharmed within the spiritual barrier Vanishing Moot afforded him.
The Shadow Vale blader was appalled and scrunched her nose in revilement. "Urghhhh should have known you would utilise that annoying shield of yours. Shame you can only use it once in a day righhhhhhhht Joseffffff?!" Vamplash, hungry for its next order, returned to spin at the centre of the turfed up muddy arena. Its fork and knife at the ready in the form of its serrated and stained attack ring, with Mariahs' dried blood in the grooves.
Josef quipped, as Vanishing Moots glowing cloud of protection retracted back like stardust to the beyblade twirling at his ankles. He urged at the much taller man to his left. "Now do you see Bryan? I'm not with her!" He held out a quirky thumb, friendly smirked and resisted a corny wink. "I'm just your friendly neighbourhood Saint Shield. At your service."
Bryan couldn't help be a little impressed by Josefs' little party trick with his Bitbeast, however the cold blader masked his interest. He scoffed rudely and told him how it was. "I barely trust the guys on my own team, one in particular." Referring to none other than Kai of course. "So I'm not about to make friendship bracelets with you."
Garnetta sneered further as adrenaline surged in her veins for her next attack. Bloodlust and excitement mixed with annoyance. "I'm getting pretty sick of you too...whoever you are! BrYaN?" She mocked the name Bryan. "You're standing in my way as much as that runt Josef. Let's see how you like this?!"
The vampire bats' dinner bell had rung again as the purple caped blader became animated again. Her eyes glowed evil scarlet as she ordered with clawed hands. "GO VAMPLASH! GO EAT MY PRECIOUS!
Once again, her black beyblades' rotations increased, wind whipped around, tussling all vegetation nearby, any earthly debris blew away and before long...Vamplash disappeared from view like it had teleported itself to another dimension, its next vicious assault was imminent.
Josefs' stomach dropped in concern for the Russian he barely knew. Garnetta was known in his region for being a nasty opponent without a shred of humanity or compassion to others. Josef had heard of what she was capable of and rumour had it, she had killed others before.
"Nooo watch out! She's not gunna attack your blade this time...she's gunna attack you!" He yelled with an outstretched arm.
Bryan was unperturbed and stoic as he cracked his neck to the side in prep for a fight. His narrow eyes shone steely and his stance wide. "We'll see about that! Falborg!"
The lilac Russian beyblades' spin increased to lightning speed velocity. Falborg bounced and leapt all around his tall frame, missing his skin and clothing by mere centimetres and wildly fluffing his hair like he was in a spin dryer.
Bryan had trained with Falborg to create and harness wind speed to a masterful level; he had BIOVOLT to thank for that. Wind was often forged into a slicing weapon, and sometimes...only when absolutely necessary...a defence. Bryan hardly ever needed the latter when the former was so effective at wiping out competition, as a certain White Tiger could testify.
Vamplash attempted its vile assault on the Blitzkrieg Boy, aiming for the fleshy muscle of his right upper thigh. It was a contest of speed between the two beyblades as to which would injure over protect.
Falborgs' velocity and windy body-wrapped around Bryan had no chink in its armour.
*SMACK!*With a metallic smacking bang, Vamplash was bat away like a baseball.
The black beyblade landed in the dirt, covering itself in dry mud and then quickly whisking it off. It momentarily wobbled before regaining composure and returning like a losing horse to his livid bladers' feminine feet. "WHAAAATTT! NO ONE ASIDE FROM A SAINT SHIELD HAS EVER DEFENDED THEMSELVES AGAINST MY ATTACKS! NO... ONE!"
Her raging screech was so loud that she frightened all birds away in a 2 mile radius. The flapping of more terrified winged animals dotted the air.
Bryan shrugged arrogantly with his hands held up at his sides. "Yeahhhh well I did. And ya know something... it was easy." The cocky blader scoffed. "You could say I've had somewhat specialist training that your run of the mill blader doesn't have. You got that girly? The Blitzkrieg Boys are in town so its time for you to pack up and go home."
Just when you thought Garnetta couldn't get angrier, she topped that with clawed fingers twitching, prepping to rip out Bryans' throat with her bare hands if he dared say another word of insolence. Her heaving breath was as hot as a dragons'. Her eyes twitched so painfully wide open that they looked too bulbous for her skull. She seethed. "WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS? MOUTHING BACK TO ME LIKE THAT. HE HAS NO IDEA WHO HE'S MESSING WITH!"
Whilst the Shadow Vale female boiled and cursed the boys' very existence; Josef cautiously side gazed at the bold Russian to his left. "I can't believe he just shirked off her attack like that. I mean, just what kind of training has he had. Who on earth has trained to defend themselves from body attacks, and to do it so well. It's like he grew up expecting to be attacked. Oh well. I can't think of that right now."
The Saint Shield turned fully to offer his alliance once more, but trying his hardest not to sound desperate. "So what'dya say? We pals yet? She needs taking down to keep Ray and Driger safe. And neither of us are going to be able to do it on our own. Are you in...or not?"
Bryan's reply was obstinate and blasé. "Nahhh. I fly with my team or on my own. Nice try... but the Blitzkrieg boys aren't accepting new members right now. I'll let you know when Kai jumps ship and we have an opening."
Another series of eye twitches tease an inflated red iris eyeball. Garnettas' stance drooped as her neck snapped like a twig to the side. She mutters with disbelief. "They are still bickering in front of me."
She immediately resurrected herself into full readiness, her legs parted; knees bent and ready to destroy. Her Ms Hyde persona was back as she cackled wildly. "PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WELL COME ON THEN BOYS! LET'S HAVE IT! I HAVENT GOT ALL DAY. I HAVE A DRIGER WAITING FOR ME TO HUNT DOWN AND TAKE HOME YA KNOW!"
Bryan sneered cockily with the challenge. He hadn't battled someone this tough for a long while and was relishing the sweet adrenaline. Pairing up with the stranger Josef was far from his mind. "GOOOO FALBORG! GO GET HER!"
Josefs' face screwed up in disbelief with one sceptically raised eyebrow as he fought not to get angry. "Is he thick or what? "Fine, whatever. I'm done with you. Let's see how far you get on your own." He stropped at the greynette and crossed his arms whilst Vanishing Moot returned to spin by his feet.
"Get ready to move on my command Vanishing Moot. The second he gets into trouble, were moving in. And I have a feeling it won't be long. We don't have to be chums but we will need to work together if we want to beat...her. Oh Sis I wish you were here right now. I hope you found Max on time."
Falborg and Vamplash go hard at each other. Continuing their zipping and smashing assault and creating mini-whirlwinds of dust and garden debris in their wake.
Falborg - *BASH* *CHINK* *SMASH* *SMASH* *SMASH* *GRIND* *BASH*
Vamplash - *CHINK**BASH* *BANG* *SMASH* *GRIND* *ZIIINNGG*
Garnetta stammered as she felt a trickle of dewy sweat sliver down her slim back. She had been battling non-stop for an extended period of time and fatigue was starting to present itself; a rare feeling. Mariahs' battle, the stress of Ray and Driger getting away, plus newcomer Bryans' and Josefs' bickering antics had massively chipped away at her energy levels. She needed to finish this battle and with haste. She chose to change tact, as right now...attacking Bryan physically wasn't going to work. She lowered her scheming face and sneered, glowering darkly at the Russian. "Time to mess with his head. I'll try a little flattery first then ram home some uncomfortable truths. If I can just get him to break concentration for a second, Vamplash can easily shoot through his defence and... I'll drain him like a slaughtered pig."
Garnetta straightened, hooked a clawed hand over one hip and seemingly relaxed a tad from her maddened state. She ran her free hand through one of her hair panels, the fingers clawing through the astray silver strands like a comb and called out. "Ya know I think I know who you are now. You're that Russian Blader who battled Ray in the First World Championships. You cut him up real bad too. You were vicious! I live in the middle of nowhere and even I know of that match. You used your beyblade to chip a piece off the beydish and fired the debris directly at Rays' body. You made it look like an accident. That was pure genius! I was very impressed. The trajectory and speed must have been calculated perfectly in your head. You don't look the brightest but you were pretty clever to pull that little stunt off annnnnnd in front of the whole world to see. You must have known everyone would see through what you did and hate you for it, but still you did it all the same. So cold and vile! Ray suffered by your hand just the same as Mariah suffered at mine. We did it because we liked it. Because it made us feel powerful. We did it for fun...to feel good. We are the same you and I. Bryannnnnn of the Blitzkrieg Boys...or was it Demolition Boys?"
From the young age of 6, Bryan was a runaway child who eked an existence on the streets of urban Russia for a time. Every day was a dog fight. Older street kids and predatory adults would take what they could get from the weak, young, vulnerable and poor. Food and clothes stealing was commonplace amongst the homeless and abuse of all kinds was a fact of life. Bryan was a survivor of the dark underbelly of St Petersburg. To make it through each day, a certain sharp selfish mindset, distrusting instinct, physical agility and aggression were all traits of a thriving street kid; Bryan naturally mastered all of them.
Boris Balkov periodically ran recruitment drives for new soldiers by offering a home at his Abbey to groups of homeless street children, comprising of orphans and runaways...children society wouldn't miss. He selected the feistiest and moderately healthy kids, only picking the ones that stood the best chances of surviving BIOVOLTS' rigorous training. One fateful day, Boris was hunting for new "soldiers" down a back alley when little Bryan drew a pocket knife on him. And... Bryan was immediately enlisted.
Once within the walls of Balkov Abbey, Boris and scientists under his employ nurtured Bryans' vicious streak intensively using brainwashing techniques and rewarding any nasty behaviour. The result was the cold, emotionless, merciless beyblader that made Bryan Kuznetsov the apple of BIOVOLTS' eye.
Bryan sported nothing but an empty smirk and a frosty stare.
He scoffed. "Yeahhh that's all in the past. That's not how I do things anymore but if you want a show of how I used to blade, I'm happy to give you a demonstration."
Instead of rattling the veteran blader, Garnettas' words only ruffled his feathers. Bryan was used to years of Boris's mind games and he certainly wasn't gullible enough to fall for hers. The mention of his past however had flicked a nerve and aimed to silence her with a swift defeat.
Bryan yelled with furrowed eyebrows and an icy aggression. "Now Falborg! Take him down!"
With the greynettes' snappy command, his Falcon Bitbeast erupted out of his bitchip. Snow sparkled wind carried its bird form into the daylight, a wintry gust lashed the trees as its blizzard laced wings unfurled. The screeching falcon ascended to hover above the battlefield, densely feathered in white with golden body armour on the ridges of his wings and chest. Red armouring decorated the near tips of his wing bones. The avian spirit also sported flashes of turquoise colouring on his tail feather and red flaring on his fluffy mane. And regally, a scarlet coloured plate of amour was wedged between the eyes and above his yellow beak. Falborgs' mighty talons complete with razor sharp ebony claws were flexed open and ready to impale prey.
Garnetta sneered with the realisation her mind fuck plan had failed. Bryan was not one for remorse for the past, he wasnt going to sympathise with her and so... Plan B...was all out assault with whatever power she had left. Another bulb of sweat dewed secretly under the cover of her fringe reminding her time was of the essence. Not only was she and her beyblade were burning out of energy, but Ozuma and the other Saint Shields could rendezvous with Josef at any moment, spelling certain failure to obtain Driger today.
"VAMPLASH!KILL HIS LITTLE BIRDY NOW!" The tattooed witch cackled and her malevolent bat spirit zipped out of its bitchip in a flash of black lightning. The monster bat screeched a shrill high pitched animalistic cry as it flew straight into aerial combat for the white and turquoise feathered Falborg.
Like two war missiles the two hurtled up into the air with two giant whooshes. The g-force from their giant wing flaps blasted all hair and clothing silly like a tornado. Josefs' dangling ear pendant swung like a pendulum from his earlobe. Green, grey and silver hair was instantly ruffled messy and any loose clothing and especially Garnettas' purple drape was whipped wild. The box shape walls of the nearby hospital blocks surrounding the close garden acted as a chute and channelled the gust upwards to follow the beasts that created it.
The blading trio instantly thrust their arms up to shield their faces from the blow back of eroded dusty earth wisped up like desert sand.
The hydrangea and rhododendron bushes waved and bent from the gust so much they threatened to snap like daisies.
Once the initial blast of dune settled back to the floor, the bladers arched up their heads and turned their sights to above roof height in the clear blue sky. For above them... a serious game of sky-tag had begun.
The flying Bitbeast duo chased, dodged and tackled each other mid air whilst eagle screeching and bat crying. Vamplash was faster than the speed of light when fully charged but after battling for so long its jet fast reactions had waned; and in this state, Falborg was more than its match.
The vampire bat and falcon circled the air like vultures, waiting to pick at the flesh of the other. With one minute twist of Falborgs' wing he dodged each of Vamplash's attacks. The flying mammal beast returned the favour several times over to its feathered foe.
Their beyblades at ground level mirrored the actions of their respective beasts above. Bryans' Falborg 2 beyblade, bold turquoise in colour smacked with Garnettas' black blade over and over. Each strike connected with such force the beyblades barely touched the ground as if they themselves hovered as much as the airborne beasts they harboured. More dust whipped away and left axel scratch marks where ever they touched earth. Neither was giving an inch as their masters scowled and gritted their teeth on the sidelines.
*SMACK* *SMASH* *SMACK* *SMASH**GRIND* *ZIP**ZIP* ZIP* *SMACK**BASH*BASH*
*SMACK* *SMASH* *SMACK* *SMASH**GRIND* *ZIP**ZIP* ZIP* *SMACK**BASH*BASH*
The battle tide seemed evenly matched for minutes until one of Falborgs' white-winged swooping tackles connected hard on one of the bats' large sensitive metal-tipped ears; causing Vamplash to hover stunned, little stars to spun around its head like in a Pokémon game, its spinning blade home on the ground also took a harsh bash and was driven back inches towards Garnettas' open booted feet... much to her disgusted upturned nose. The Russians' confident military assault was finally paying off and regaining ground by the second.
The Shadow Vale blader felt another sweat drop cascade down her cheek as she was forced to reverse as her beyblade too was forced back nearer to her launch spot. Losing was not something she suffered often and was the stress was beginning to show. Her blood red eyes shook with blazing anger in her skull, she fought with her lungs not to pant and breathe steam, whilst a tickle of insecurity plagued her confidence. A few more backward steps and her back would literally be against a brick wall. She grew rapidly desperate, angry and mad with visible veins on the whites of her eyes she gazed up at her dizzied Vamplash.
The words of her Master and Lord echoed in her head. "Don't come back without the sacred spirits. Come back with them or not at all."
Her pulse quickened as the blood pressure rose in her veins. Her gaze darted around the garden desperately hoping for a glimpse of the male White Tigers' reappearance. "Ray is still somewhere in this hospital with MY Driger. He can't have got far. Driger...I must get Driger. I MUST!"
Garnetta stamped forward causing her Vamplash beyblade to grind back harder at Bryans' spinning arsenal. Her silver hair rose up as if she was the greek goddess Medusa herself. The whites of her eyes took over the pupil. She levitated in God-mode with dark energy rising behind her like a true evil sorceress. Her tone was deep and bellowing despite her normal squeaky feminine voice. "FINAL ATTACK VAMPLASH! IT'S ALL OR NOTHING NOW! DONT LET ME DOWN MY PRETTY!"
The Shadow Vale blader lowered her head into a dangerous sneer at the Blitzkrieg Boy and Saint Shield males in turn and then up at her stark furred bat. "I'm going to finish this...once and for all... Driger...Just you wait my lovely. Mumma's comin' for ya!"
The stars satelliting around Vamplash's head instantly dissolved into nothing as it shook itself back into focus. Its orders were clear as it drew into hover in an empty space of sky away as far away as it could get from the attacking Falborg. To gather a giant sphere of silver energy between its jaws; for a deadly attack Mariah and Galux would know all about. The ball of glowing silver power transformed into long spear like needles, ready to burst outwards and impale anything unlucky enough to be in strike range.
Josef stepped back with an incoherent gasp and quipped with wide startled orbs. "Not good. Definitely not good."
The fearless Russian blader raised one thick grey eyebrow and side smirked cockily with his thick set jaw. Despite his calm exterior his senses were on high alert. Still, true to his nature he had to taunt his opponent. "Final attack? Well that's original. We'll see just who has the final attack. Hold fast Falborg. We can weather any storm she throws at us!"
Garnetta giggled with snide ruby eyes and two fingers half pursing her red stained lips. "Ohhhhh you have no idea what is about to befall you Demolition Boy." Then, her tone u-turned malicious. "You're finished."
Josefs' choppy green bangs waved with the wing beats from above as his golden ear pendant continued swaying. "Garnettas' finishing up. This is bad. This stubborn moron doesn't know what he's up against. His Falborg is fast but it isn't gunna be able to dodge this! Looks like we're up Vanishing Moot. Time to play superhero."
"SHHHCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE." Shrieked Vamplash. The mass of power shaped in the form of needles accumulated between its jaws was expelled like a deadly rain of shiny chrome terror...directly at its unfortunate target...Falborg. Speedy Galux had failed to dodge the same assault earlier and the Russian falcon was next in the firing line.
Bryans' steely eyes watched from the ground as everything lapsed into slow motion. The spray of needles were propelled through the air like spray darts in all directions, the shower of slim pointed spears glittered in the daylight. His Falborg hovered like a bird of prey does naturally in an open air space, clouds floated serenely behind. All was quiet; Falborgs' wings flapping were soundless. The cascading mist of needles shimmered as they neared his great white bird.
"Move Falborg, duck now!" Ordered Bryan as he stamped forward with wrapped fists. His molars were grinding and his naturally pale face was absent of its usual over-confidence.
Josefs' bare arm outreached as he cried out to his pachyderm spirit to enter the sky high arena. "Go Vanishing Moot!"
In a mere second, his glowing green elephant Bitbeast stampeded out of a newly erupted light show streaming from his spinning bitchip. A white elephant spirit was thick set with four tree trunk thick legs, large flappy ears and two long pointed white tusks. His giant body was armoured with shiny gold armouring around his legs, ankles and most strikingly along most of his forehead and trailing down his long muscled trunk. Vanishing Moot had jade green eyes which matched his guardian Josefs' beautifully and three red conical shaped spikes rimmed each of his ears.
A fresh sweat drop decorated the Saint Shields' forehead from the urgency. "His Bitbeast is finished if we don't help him out right now Vanishing Moot!"
Vanishing Moot elephant cried and flapped his beastly ears in response.
*THUD* *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* The sound effect of the trunked Bitbeast stampeding towards Falborg high in the air.
The slow motion scene remained eerily silent as the Russian blader watched the shooting needles spray ever closer to his trusty Falborg. His command to dive was directed too late for all the good it would have done. So many needles flying in so many directions...Falborg had no chance dodging them all.
Vanishing Moot thundered in close to Falborg, his body almost in a prime position to offer protection the bird; so near, yet so far.
Josef gasped aloud as it was clear Vamplashs' airborne spikes were at striking point to reach the falcon spirit before his Bitbeast could interject and save. "NOOOOO were not gunna make it! Sorry Blitzkrieg Boy but you're about to lose this one for sure."
Garnetta cackled with her fingers clawing upwards in the air. "Goodbye boys! And just you wait Driger. I'll be on my way soon sweetie!"
The duo were sharply peppered with Vamplashs' flying needles like bomb shrapnel.
*CHINK* *CHINK**CHINK* *CHINK**CHINK* *CHINK**CHINK* *CHINK**CHINK* *CHINK*
Vanishing Moots' thick throat grumbled and shook his head, flapping his wide red-tipped ears and flailing his trunk. The needles simply bounced and chinked off his armour and dense hide with tinny metallic sounds, mere feet away from the feathered beast it was sent to save. The great tusked beast was too late.
Falborgs' bird screeched pierced the air. "SKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAWWWWWRRWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRR!"
The caped femme fatale bent herself in half chuckling with a cruel joy. "PAAHAHAHHAHAH ITS ALL OVER FOR YOU DEMOLITION BOY! YOU FAILED IN YOUR LITTLE RESCUE ATTEMPT JOSEF. PATHETIC! PAHAHHAHAHHAA."
She straightened and composed herself with a fresh sassy gaze. "What a shame. We could have been friends bRyAn; we have so much in common after all. Oh well! Just you to take down now you filthy Saint Shield...and then... Ray...I'm gunna fiiiiinnnddddddddd youuuuuuuuu."
"Before you boast about your win girly...You might wanna take a look up!" Boasted Bryan with one finger pointing up in the air and a mega cocky grin sporting his teeth and wry lips.
Josef stammered in disbelief, his child-like jaw agape and eyes nearly bulging as he gazed at a hovering figure beside his hovering multicoloured mammoth in the sky.
Garnettas' mouth instantly clenches shut as her venomous gaze shoots upwards to look at the beings overhead. A second passes. Her jaw unbolts, her eyes threaten to pop out and her dark skin turned a shade of burgundy. She raged with clawed fingers. The ground beneath her rumbled with the dark energy radiating from her vampiric soul. "WHAT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...ITS...ITS...IMPOSSIBLE!"
Falborg did as birds did in a bird baths. His white plumage ruffled and shook like a dog, all the way from the top of his neck down to the tips of his tail feathers, flicking out the needles nestled in his feathers like they were nothing more than paper arrows. His armoured breast and wing ridges were scratch-less despite the showering dagger strikes. Any needles that ricocheted and dislodged from Falborgs body fizzled into nothing as the energy that created them dissipated. The great Russian falcon was completely unharmed and bird screeched in victory as he flapped his white wings.
Falborg - "SCCCCKKRRRRRRRREEEEEEWRWRRWRWRRW!"
Bryan stamped forward with his right trainer gritting in the dry dirt. "Final Attack. Yeah I'd say that was YOUR final Attack. And you're about to see mine. Your time has run out. I'm done playing. Time to go bye bye girly." He launched a deliberate and aiming finger at Garnetta. "GO FALBORG FINISH HER OFF ONCE AND FOR ALL!" Bryan was eager to retaliate with full Blitzkrieg force.
Falborg eagle cried in agreement. "Sckkkkkrrrraawwwwww!" And immediately shot up with a strong winged flap in preparation for an all out aerial assault.
Josef was stunned, his face was wrought as he analysed Falborgs' movements and Bryans' battle stance in turn. "I don't get it! The only bitbeasts who can withstand Shadow Vales' Final Attacks are those of my tribe. It took years for Vanishing Moot and I to master how to deflect their dark magic attacks. How can a complete outsider such as him survive it? It doesn't make any sense. Well Ozuma, I hope you have some answers because I sure don't."
Garnettas' hair was less than in its usual glory, long silver strands pronged out all over the place and her breathing heaved hot with fury. "FINISH ME OFF? OH I DONT THINK SO!" A sudden gasp escaped her. "HUHHHHH WHAT?!"
Falborg pile-drived straight on top of Vamplash in Bitbeast, and beyblade form. The winged Falborg tackled the raven coated bat directly from above, a move falcons in nature do well. Falborgs' shiny black talons impaled and ripped at the stark fur and together the beasts crashed to earth with a thud that sent a wave of minor tremors through the soil beneath the human bladers feet nearby. The victorious falcon had its prey in his grip and stood atop Vamplash like a hunter and a prized stag. The bat squirmed and squealed as it struggled to right itself underneath Falborgs grasp, its black beyblade abode too took a punch from the Russian turquoise blade again, and again. Bryan was taking no prisoners.
*CRASH* *CRASH* *BASH* *BASH*ZIP**CRASH**CRASH**BASH*
"Time we finish this off Vanishing Moot! Cried Josef as he joined the beybattle party, despite no invitation. The Saint Shield mammoth lifted his long armoured trunk and emitted a classic elephant snort in agreement before giving Garnettas' blade another strike to be sorry for. Josefs' turquoise blade struck during a gap when Bryans' had swung away engaging in a double strike attack, thus keeping her cornered and pinned to one spot.
The villainous black beyblade was in serious trouble as its spin rotation began to wane, much to Garnettas' revilement. She jumped up and down stomping, her hair taking flight with each leaping tantrum. "NOOOOOO STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"
"Hey this is my win. Back off!" Barked the Blitzkreig Boy as his eyebrows furrowed in warning. His cold tone meant every word.
Josef jolted back with a diplomatic voice and arms wide open, his face was just as serious. "It's not about me or you winning this battle. It's about protecting Rays' Driger. It's about keeping the sacred spirits out of the hands of people like her who want to use them for no good. People who want to use them to rule the world. That's why we need to stop Garnetta at all costs. We gotta take her down here and now. She's the enemy here. Not me. She's the one who attacked Ray and Mariah and she'll do it again if we don't stop her. Us working together guarantees Ray and Drigers' safety. So whatd'ya say? Pals for the next few minutes? I think you owe Ray that much." He glowered during his last sentence.
Bryan side eyed the shorter beyblader at his right whilst keeping watch on Falborgs' continuing battery of Vamplash. He gruffed a snippy reply. "I'll square things up with Ray my own way. As for her...I've got this match, you just wait at the side lines until I'm done. If you can't do that...then do what you want, just stay out of my way."
Josef sweat-drops twice and nearly falls over with how pigheaded his "new adversary."He shook his head, took a long blink and quipped. "Fine, suit yourself but I'm gunna be the one to take her down." His eyes ablaze as he ordered an all out advance.
Bryans' cold eyes glinted. It was a race as to which was going to take her out first.
Garnetta screeched with arms open wide, inviting their challenge whole heartedly. "OH JUST LOOK AT YOU TWO...COME ON THEN BOYS! GIMME YA BEST SHOT! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME DOWN!"
Josef yelled with a pumped fist. "GO Vanishing Moot! LANDSLIDE TOMB!"
Bryan yelled with a pumped fist. "GO FALBORG! ARCTIC CYCLONE ATTACK!"
Two turquoise beyblades, one originating from Russia and the other a secret Chinese village, hurtled at break-neck speed and pile drived Garnettas' black from either side repeatedly and without mercy. Rays' safety was on the line and if Garnetta was going down, it had to be now.
Falborg released the writhing and sorrowful bat from his talons to rise up high like the majestic arctic bird he was, and with three flaps of his white and gold crusted wings he whipped up a subzero breeze. Like in a sudden ice age, one half of Vamplashs' body froze stiff in seconds.
Vanishing Moot stamped his two front elephantine feet causing rocks to materialise out of thin air and topple over the other half of the bats body, pinning him to the floor and crushing his latex thin wings beneath the rubble.
All the while, the spinning beyblade Falborg and Vanishing Moot double-teamed Vamplash from either side with a loud *SCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCHHHHHHHH* that echoed throughout the tight walled garden, torturing anyone within ear shot.
Vamplash cried one last time as its mammalian body shattered like glass into a million pieces. Defeated, he descended back to his bitchip as glittering stardust. "SSSSSKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The vampire bat was done; its black spinning-top abode finally ceased spinning and fell dead on the bumpy grass-less lawn.
Before long, Falborg kicked up dust as it churned through its final rotations, tipped to one side and clinked as the weight disk ground into the dry mud and drew to an abrupt stop. Bryan let a whispering sigh of relief escape his thin lips but remained in his fighting stance. He was not ready to let his guard down yet. He hawked at the caped assailant with twitching hands and eyes awaited her next emotional tantrum.
Vanishing Moot ceased spinning too and rolled almost next to Falborg. Josefs' shoulders instantly relaxed and then tensed again, he daren't celebrate too early. "Phewwww. We did it. It was hard won but we did it. I kinda want to thank Bryan for his help but he hardly made it easy. Oh well, what are you gunna do next Garnetta?"
"NO I CANT BELIEVE IT! YOU DEFEATED ME! LET'S BE REAL THOUGH BOYS... NEITHER OF YOU WOULD HAVE WON IF YOU WERE ON YOUR OWN. Your win was hardly a fair victory! And your Bitbeast Russian? What have you done to it? There's no way you should have survived my Final Attack! Just what the hell are you?!" A toxic mix of shock and rage emanated from her body. Her once flat and perfectly straight hair panels were messy with silver strands astray. Her eyes were twitching and bloodshot with the stress and rampant blood pressure. Her chest heaved like she was on the cusp of a heart attack. Pure unbridled rage pulsed throughout her nervous system causing her hands to twist and flex like a harpies talon. Her twisted mind raced as fast as her pulse. "WHAT DO I DO NOW? I NEED DRIGER! MUST...FIND...DRIGER!"
Bryan teased with his arms crossed and with a snide smirk. "Hmmmph. Whatever girly, I had you on the back foot before this other guys' bitbeast even got outta bed. Time for you to go back home. You look like you could do with a beauty nap too."
Josef chose to ignore Bryans' dig at his late arrival and sought to retrieve Vanishing Moot from the bald battlefield. His spine cracked as it bent in half to snatch his beyblade from the ground. Nestling it into his palm and clutched by stubby fingers he brought his turquoise blade to his face for a brief damage inspection. Before lifting his gaze away from his Vanishing Moot he announced with conviction. "Stay Right there Garnetta. You're coming back to my village with me. My Village elders will decide on what to do...
Bryans' flat non-urgent tone interjected as he unfolded his arms in semi-alarm. "Urhhhhh whatever your name is...she's getting away."
Josefs' pupils shrunk to dots in a sea of green iris they met with the sight of the spot Garnetta stood...vacant and her beyblade gone. In the distance, sprinting across lush untouched lawn, a purple cape trailed in the air behind her as she neared an exit, the same exit Ray carried Mariah off to find help minutes earlier.
Garnetta gasped and grabbed at the air as she galloped as fast as her tired legs would move. "I'LL FIND YOU RAY! I WON'T STOP UNTIL I DO! You relinquished Driger to me. He's alllllll mine and I want him. I want him. I WANT HIM!"
"Oh no you don't!" Cried Josef; immediately setting off on the assassins' trail. Mid run, the greenette half turned his head to the less than eager to help Russian. "Bryan. Go find Ray and Mariah and stay with them until I find you!... Leave Garnetta to me! Got that?! FIND RAY and don't let him out of your sight!"
"I don't understand what's going on here but he seems to think Ray and his woman are in danger. In that case, I guess I should help out. I don't appreciate him barking orders at me though." Bryan hurriedly scooped up Falborg from the grass and without inspection slipped it into a side pocket whilst holstering his launch gear on his belt. He briskly wiped sweat from his thick grey eyebrows in one motion with a muscled arm and set off in the direction of the same fire exit door he appeared from earlier.
"I'm coming for you Ray." Muttered the pastey-skinned Blitzkrieg Boy as he burst into jog.
A few strides on and something caught his eye twinkling under a thin layer of dry mud. His eagle eyes and curiosity honed in on it, quickly picked it out and held it in the summer daylight. A bitchip. Galux. He blew the dirt of her and thumbed her clean. "I should probably return this to pinky... when I find her and Ray that is."
He looked down at where he stood. On the dry earth, were small scarlet drips and surviving grass patches glimmered with red on green blades. Deep axel marks trenched mud nearby. An impression in the dirt where Mariah fell, and Rays' shoes dented the earth where he knelt to cradle her. The crime scene of a nasty beyblade match.
Bryan murmured. "You really were put through the wringer today weren't you Ray, your woman too."
Bryans' mind flashbacked to his days at BIOVOLT. He remembered vividly watching his opponents' unconscious and wounded bodies get dragged away to the infirmary, and the praise he received afterwards for his "good work". The scene of drag marks in blood left at the side of the beydish. He couldn't stop staring at Mariahs' blood on the tufts of lawn. He didn't feel disgusted or piteous, just a reminder of his childhood. It was normal, encouraged at BIOVOLT to rip each other to pieces. He knew now that his upbringing was far from normal, and yet he accepted it all the same.
Another window above blew out and more sparkling sharp shards of glass littered the air and shimmered light like mirrors until resting flat on the grass. Bryan soon snapped back to the present as his best friends' voice commanded aloud from the overhead glassless window. The angle didn't allow those on the ground to see in but the voice was unmistakable.
"NOVAE ROG!"
Bryan shook his head and huffed, moving swiftly on from the bloody scene at his feet. He adopted a sprint and felt at last the urgency to find Ray and Mariah. "Tala...What have you gotten us into?... Fly to Japan he said... We need to help Tyson he said... Some trip this is gunna be."