27-01-2005, 10:56 AM
Chapter 2: A New Foe
V looked around himself. Twenty-Seven Merlan lay dead on the floor around him. He made a whistle, "Well, that worked well! Who says being 'dead' is a bad thing? Hahahah!" He lifted up his arms to look at them, "Yes...replacing my robotic arms for weapons was a great idea of mine!" He currently had two Agito replicas equipped. As he stood there laughing, he went quiet. Something was approaching, he sensed it. Suddenly, the door behind him opened up...
RobDeLaMorte and Grave stood facing each other outside the bar. "Alright, let us begin!" RobDeLaMorte called, as he drew his sword, Chi Gochisoo. Grave merely nodded, as RobDeLaMorte dashed towards him. "YEEAAAH!" RobDeLaMorte slashed downwards onto Grave's head, but something went wrong. Instead of killing Grave, the sword was deflected, and RobDeLaMorte was shocked by some form of negative energy. He flew backwards, and rose to his feet shakily. "What the hell!?" Grave laughed at him, "Haa-ha-ha-hah! Fool! You cannot defeat me that way!" "Grr..." RobDeLaMorte started to cast, "FOIE!" It hit Grave, and got deflected back at RobDeLaMorte at speed. This time RobDeLaMorte flew into the wall behind himself, hitting his back. He fell onto the floor, straining to get up. "D-dammit..." Grave watched him rise again, albeit much shakier now. He thought to himself, "The fool. He cannot harm me so long as I wear my cloak...He will kill himself for me!" and burst out laughing. RobDeLaMorte stood up, and shook his head. "I haven't much more energy left...I must work it out quickly!" He charged into Grave, knocking him down, and getting shocked again. "GAAAAH!" RobDeLaMorte screamed, as he was repelled again by the force. Grave and him got up again, suddenly it hit him. "That cloak! Every time I attack, it glows...I wonder..." Grave suddenly spoke up. "Well, it has been fun, but the game is over...and it's time for you to die..." RobDeLaMorte grinned a thin smile, as he leapt over Grave's head, and carved through the cloak simultaneously. "WHAT?!" Grave shouted aghast. "My cloak! You shall pay for that!" RobDeLaMorte aimed a swipe at Grave's arm. He drew blood, and was not shocked by the energy this time. Grave said coldly, "So you worked it out eh? No matter, you shall die!" and with that, he launched his attack...
V was horrified, "LOGAN!? What the hell are you doing down here!?!" Logan cursed, and carried on walking through the room. "Logan, stop. You must not go into battle, you're too ol--" He didn't finish the sentance. Logan kicked his legs out from under him, and V tumbled to the floor winded. "Who says I'm too old? Heh..." Logan exclaimed, as he walked on...
Grave and RobDeLaMorte still fought, neither getting the upper hand. They were currently wrestling, and had just tumbled into the pathway, when they knocked over a young Hunewearl. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOU KNOCKED ME OVER! MY SHOPPING IS RUINED! AAAAH!!!" Grave and RobDeLaMorte stopped fighting, and looked at her freaking out. She wore a grey dress, with purple trimmings, and had a head of well kept, long pink hair. Her skin was slightly tanned, and rage was apparent in her large green eyes. "YOU IDIOTS!!! TAKE THIS!" She cast Gizonde at them, knocking them both out. When they recovered ten minutes later, she was gone. They looked at each other, shrugged, and laughed.
Chapter 3: Old Warrior Wandering
"So...Who hired you to kill me then?" RobDeLaMorte asked, as himself and Grave walked along Pioneer 2. Grave shook his head. "I cannot reveal employer's details...contract honouring and all that...at any rate, it was done without a meeting, I received a BEE two days ago asking me to kill you. All I know is the voice was female..." They arrived at Logan's room. "Logan, I have returned!" RobDeLaMorte shouted, "Logan? LOGAN!!!" Grave walked up, "Allow me." he said, as he produced a skeleton key and opened the lock. RobDeLaMorte looked mildly impressed, before he saw the empty room and cabinet. "NO! The idiot has gone it alone!" RobDeLaMorte moaned, as he turned toward the Ruins teleport. "What do you mean?" Grave asked. "Well, you may as well know my mission...it's like this..."
V stood up. "Dammit that was a cheap shot!" He shouted out loud. "Logan? Ah hell..." He ran through the next rooms, while pulling out his phone. He called RobDeLaMorte, and got a reply, "Who is it?" "RobDeLaMorte, it's me, V! Hurry down to ruins, Logan is down here!!" "*crackle* I know. I just saw the empty room. Myself and Grave are just entering now. Over-and-out" V carried on running, "Grave? Who is that I wonder...?"
Logan walked through slowly into the large room he knew came before the teleport to Dark Falz. A Dark Bringer appeared, and stomped it's hooves at him. Logan adopted a stance, bracing himself. The bringer charged, and Logan dodged suddenly, while hacking sideways with his sword. The bringer died. "Nearly there...If I hurry, I can revive DarkMagician myself, and be a greater hero than my brother Albert ever was!" The door ahead of him opened up, and he stepped into the teleport...
V had gone like a bat out of hell, and had reached the teleport. He waited outside it, and a moment later Grave and RobDeLaMorte arrived also. "Forget introductions, we must enter swiftly!" RobDeLaMorte shouted as they entered.
V looked around himself. Twenty-Seven Merlan lay dead on the floor around him. He made a whistle, "Well, that worked well! Who says being 'dead' is a bad thing? Hahahah!" He lifted up his arms to look at them, "Yes...replacing my robotic arms for weapons was a great idea of mine!" He currently had two Agito replicas equipped. As he stood there laughing, he went quiet. Something was approaching, he sensed it. Suddenly, the door behind him opened up...
RobDeLaMorte and Grave stood facing each other outside the bar. "Alright, let us begin!" RobDeLaMorte called, as he drew his sword, Chi Gochisoo. Grave merely nodded, as RobDeLaMorte dashed towards him. "YEEAAAH!" RobDeLaMorte slashed downwards onto Grave's head, but something went wrong. Instead of killing Grave, the sword was deflected, and RobDeLaMorte was shocked by some form of negative energy. He flew backwards, and rose to his feet shakily. "What the hell!?" Grave laughed at him, "Haa-ha-ha-hah! Fool! You cannot defeat me that way!" "Grr..." RobDeLaMorte started to cast, "FOIE!" It hit Grave, and got deflected back at RobDeLaMorte at speed. This time RobDeLaMorte flew into the wall behind himself, hitting his back. He fell onto the floor, straining to get up. "D-dammit..." Grave watched him rise again, albeit much shakier now. He thought to himself, "The fool. He cannot harm me so long as I wear my cloak...He will kill himself for me!" and burst out laughing. RobDeLaMorte stood up, and shook his head. "I haven't much more energy left...I must work it out quickly!" He charged into Grave, knocking him down, and getting shocked again. "GAAAAH!" RobDeLaMorte screamed, as he was repelled again by the force. Grave and him got up again, suddenly it hit him. "That cloak! Every time I attack, it glows...I wonder..." Grave suddenly spoke up. "Well, it has been fun, but the game is over...and it's time for you to die..." RobDeLaMorte grinned a thin smile, as he leapt over Grave's head, and carved through the cloak simultaneously. "WHAT?!" Grave shouted aghast. "My cloak! You shall pay for that!" RobDeLaMorte aimed a swipe at Grave's arm. He drew blood, and was not shocked by the energy this time. Grave said coldly, "So you worked it out eh? No matter, you shall die!" and with that, he launched his attack...
V was horrified, "LOGAN!? What the hell are you doing down here!?!" Logan cursed, and carried on walking through the room. "Logan, stop. You must not go into battle, you're too ol--" He didn't finish the sentance. Logan kicked his legs out from under him, and V tumbled to the floor winded. "Who says I'm too old? Heh..." Logan exclaimed, as he walked on...
Grave and RobDeLaMorte still fought, neither getting the upper hand. They were currently wrestling, and had just tumbled into the pathway, when they knocked over a young Hunewearl. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOU KNOCKED ME OVER! MY SHOPPING IS RUINED! AAAAH!!!" Grave and RobDeLaMorte stopped fighting, and looked at her freaking out. She wore a grey dress, with purple trimmings, and had a head of well kept, long pink hair. Her skin was slightly tanned, and rage was apparent in her large green eyes. "YOU IDIOTS!!! TAKE THIS!" She cast Gizonde at them, knocking them both out. When they recovered ten minutes later, she was gone. They looked at each other, shrugged, and laughed.
Chapter 3: Old Warrior Wandering
"So...Who hired you to kill me then?" RobDeLaMorte asked, as himself and Grave walked along Pioneer 2. Grave shook his head. "I cannot reveal employer's details...contract honouring and all that...at any rate, it was done without a meeting, I received a BEE two days ago asking me to kill you. All I know is the voice was female..." They arrived at Logan's room. "Logan, I have returned!" RobDeLaMorte shouted, "Logan? LOGAN!!!" Grave walked up, "Allow me." he said, as he produced a skeleton key and opened the lock. RobDeLaMorte looked mildly impressed, before he saw the empty room and cabinet. "NO! The idiot has gone it alone!" RobDeLaMorte moaned, as he turned toward the Ruins teleport. "What do you mean?" Grave asked. "Well, you may as well know my mission...it's like this..."
V stood up. "Dammit that was a cheap shot!" He shouted out loud. "Logan? Ah hell..." He ran through the next rooms, while pulling out his phone. He called RobDeLaMorte, and got a reply, "Who is it?" "RobDeLaMorte, it's me, V! Hurry down to ruins, Logan is down here!!" "*crackle* I know. I just saw the empty room. Myself and Grave are just entering now. Over-and-out" V carried on running, "Grave? Who is that I wonder...?"
Logan walked through slowly into the large room he knew came before the teleport to Dark Falz. A Dark Bringer appeared, and stomped it's hooves at him. Logan adopted a stance, bracing himself. The bringer charged, and Logan dodged suddenly, while hacking sideways with his sword. The bringer died. "Nearly there...If I hurry, I can revive DarkMagician myself, and be a greater hero than my brother Albert ever was!" The door ahead of him opened up, and he stepped into the teleport...
V had gone like a bat out of hell, and had reached the teleport. He waited outside it, and a moment later Grave and RobDeLaMorte arrived also. "Forget introductions, we must enter swiftly!" RobDeLaMorte shouted as they entered.