Re: The Grand Battle [Starring Eximo Pulvis!]
11-17-2009, 05:29 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
Dammit, this wasn't what I had in mind, Aeon thought as he wondered how he was to survive this fight while still fulfilling Emily's last wishes. At least it looks as if the demon is keeping Nathan alive somehow, but his body is going to become a pile pf pulp if things continue like this.
Aeon took brief glances around the grassy island in between Nathan's/Demon's attacks. His first thought was escape, hopefully finding some time to recuperate. He then remembered Amethyst's broomstick and the healing crystal. The crystal was in a heap a short distance away, but the broom was nowhere to be found. But at least part of the crystal remained, and perhaps it still contained a few reserves of healing energy. Aeon took a few steps towards that position, while keeping his good eye on Natan/Demon.
As he moved, however, Nathan/Demon immediately noticed. They stopped running about to ensure that the attacks came from many directions, and walked closer. It was not long before they were face-to-face again and Aeon hoisted his shield.
"You're welcome, by the way. It's a pity you have such an unfamiliar way of saying thanks." Aeon said calmly.
"What are you doing?" Nathan/Demon said mockingly, ignoring him. "Do you really think I'll let you escape again?"
He thinks I'm Lutherion. But that doesn't make sense. If Nathan thinks I'm Lutherion, then why did he say thanks for giving him the idea of making a deal with the demon?
"Then again, what fun would it be to just let you die? Thanks to you, I've been able to find such great entertainment, after all." Nathan's/Demon's voice changed slightly. Aeon noticed his dismembered fingers have grown back. Well, the bones did, anyway.
He's messing around with me. Playing mind games. Heh. Aeon straightened up. Well then, let's have a battle of words.
"You know, I've faced many enemies before. I've faced little boys with extraordinary power, and I've faced a number of lesser demons. But I have never quite faced both at once."
"Lesser demon? Do you know who I am?"
The demon is able to hear me perfectly, as I had suspected. "No. I can't claim to be an expert on exorcism. But do you know who I am?"
Nathan/Demon cracked his neck in a sickening snap and paused. "Aeon Ferrous, an insignificant inhabitant of an insignificant little town in the outskirts of an insignificant village." Nathan/Demon uttered an unearthly chuckle. "What kind of name is 'Ferrous'? What, you were named after a hunk of iron?"
"A piece of iron, regardless of the shape it is in, may be used as a weapon. You should know that by now, shouldn't you?"
Nathan/Demon paused again. "Does a multitude of jobs within the village and is known by most for an uncanny ability to adapt to many, if not all situations. Quite an... impressive reputation you have there. Now would you like to know mine? Nathan Finley, inhabitant of-"
Aeon did not let him finish. A dozen tendrils of metal sprouted from beneath the crass and encased him in a thick cocoon in a fraction of a second. Equally quickly, the cocoon began to ring like a bell, its victim obviously attempting to escape.
"You are not Nathan." Aeon muttered to nobody in particular, and made a somewhat shaky sprint towards the remains of the healing crystal.
Dammit, this wasn't what I had in mind, Aeon thought as he wondered how he was to survive this fight while still fulfilling Emily's last wishes. At least it looks as if the demon is keeping Nathan alive somehow, but his body is going to become a pile pf pulp if things continue like this.
Aeon took brief glances around the grassy island in between Nathan's/Demon's attacks. His first thought was escape, hopefully finding some time to recuperate. He then remembered Amethyst's broomstick and the healing crystal. The crystal was in a heap a short distance away, but the broom was nowhere to be found. But at least part of the crystal remained, and perhaps it still contained a few reserves of healing energy. Aeon took a few steps towards that position, while keeping his good eye on Natan/Demon.
As he moved, however, Nathan/Demon immediately noticed. They stopped running about to ensure that the attacks came from many directions, and walked closer. It was not long before they were face-to-face again and Aeon hoisted his shield.
"You're welcome, by the way. It's a pity you have such an unfamiliar way of saying thanks." Aeon said calmly.
"What are you doing?" Nathan/Demon said mockingly, ignoring him. "Do you really think I'll let you escape again?"
He thinks I'm Lutherion. But that doesn't make sense. If Nathan thinks I'm Lutherion, then why did he say thanks for giving him the idea of making a deal with the demon?
"Then again, what fun would it be to just let you die? Thanks to you, I've been able to find such great entertainment, after all." Nathan's/Demon's voice changed slightly. Aeon noticed his dismembered fingers have grown back. Well, the bones did, anyway.
He's messing around with me. Playing mind games. Heh. Aeon straightened up. Well then, let's have a battle of words.
"You know, I've faced many enemies before. I've faced little boys with extraordinary power, and I've faced a number of lesser demons. But I have never quite faced both at once."
"Lesser demon? Do you know who I am?"
The demon is able to hear me perfectly, as I had suspected. "No. I can't claim to be an expert on exorcism. But do you know who I am?"
Nathan/Demon cracked his neck in a sickening snap and paused. "Aeon Ferrous, an insignificant inhabitant of an insignificant little town in the outskirts of an insignificant village." Nathan/Demon uttered an unearthly chuckle. "What kind of name is 'Ferrous'? What, you were named after a hunk of iron?"
"A piece of iron, regardless of the shape it is in, may be used as a weapon. You should know that by now, shouldn't you?"
Nathan/Demon paused again. "Does a multitude of jobs within the village and is known by most for an uncanny ability to adapt to many, if not all situations. Quite an... impressive reputation you have there. Now would you like to know mine? Nathan Finley, inhabitant of-"
Aeon did not let him finish. A dozen tendrils of metal sprouted from beneath the crass and encased him in a thick cocoon in a fraction of a second. Equally quickly, the cocoon began to ring like a bell, its victim obviously attempting to escape.
"You are not Nathan." Aeon muttered to nobody in particular, and made a somewhat shaky sprint towards the remains of the healing crystal.
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