Re: The Grand Battle [Final Round: The Subconscious!]
03-17-2010, 08:14 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
For that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Eximo's swift and sudden attack brought Aeon to a point closer to death than any other point in the rounds before. It surprised him, and the shock of imminent death began to take form.
Amidst this chaos, Aeon edged an eyeball towards Konka Rar, staring at him, eager and triumphant. Konka Rar tossed around Aegis with barely any effort. What does he represent to Eximo? What subconscious spirit can a machine have that can be manifested so strongly? He looked back at the vacuum cleaner, and its soulless optical sensors stared without any sort of emotion. Even as a machine, Eximo radiated determination, even if its decisions were split. Konka Rar represents Eximo's loyalty. There has been nobody else manifested from Eximo's mind so far, except for memories—its loyalty is the only thing it has. It's everything—its entire spirit poured into that single manifestation. Not even Amethyst is included here… Aeon looked back at Konka Rar. What do I have? What in this world, in this desperate attempt to rekindle memories of home, can match Eximo's loyalty?
I have control.
Eximo paused for a moment, taking time to understand what just happened. Moments before, it thrust four knives at Aeon, ready to strike the final blow. Now, both it and Aeon were completely immobilized by a thick metal web. Eximo directed its sensors towards Aeon's hand, and saw the origin of this sudden retaliation. At the very last moment, Aeon grabbed his adaptive tool. Three tendrils emerged from it, branched, branched again, and branched a few hundred more times. The fibers instantly wrapped around the two, holding them in place like solid cobwebs. A few seconds later, the fibers melted and Aeon stepped out, jumping several feet back.
Immediately, a change began to occur in their surroundings. Aeon's adaptive tool extended to the ground, and spread. As the metal covered the ground, the houses around them faded away. Soon, Aeon, Eximo, and Konka Rar were back at the blank, white void, only this time dominated by silvery metal, which seemed to hold the void together, stabilizing it. Aeon pocketed his adaptive tool. He didn't need it, for now.
“I suppose you're right, Konka Rar. Maybe I haven't put up enough of a challenge until now. Maybe my strategy of evasion has been completed, and now I need to attack. But, I have no quarrels with Eximo. He—and I now consider him equal to mankind—has shown to be a far greater individual than you. You, on the other hand, represent everything that I have been fighting against. You may have given Eximo strength now and before, but you have also given me an enemy where I had none. Regardless of the outcome of this fight…â€
Aeon extended his right arm out. A bulb appeared in the metal floor, heightened, and silently moved into his outstretched hand. The metal shifted, sharpened, and became a sword, breaking off of the floor with a soft ring. Aeon looked at Konka Rar.
“…I will break you.â€
For that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl. Eximo's swift and sudden attack brought Aeon to a point closer to death than any other point in the rounds before. It surprised him, and the shock of imminent death began to take form.
Amidst this chaos, Aeon edged an eyeball towards Konka Rar, staring at him, eager and triumphant. Konka Rar tossed around Aegis with barely any effort. What does he represent to Eximo? What subconscious spirit can a machine have that can be manifested so strongly? He looked back at the vacuum cleaner, and its soulless optical sensors stared without any sort of emotion. Even as a machine, Eximo radiated determination, even if its decisions were split. Konka Rar represents Eximo's loyalty. There has been nobody else manifested from Eximo's mind so far, except for memories—its loyalty is the only thing it has. It's everything—its entire spirit poured into that single manifestation. Not even Amethyst is included here… Aeon looked back at Konka Rar. What do I have? What in this world, in this desperate attempt to rekindle memories of home, can match Eximo's loyalty?
I have control.
Eximo paused for a moment, taking time to understand what just happened. Moments before, it thrust four knives at Aeon, ready to strike the final blow. Now, both it and Aeon were completely immobilized by a thick metal web. Eximo directed its sensors towards Aeon's hand, and saw the origin of this sudden retaliation. At the very last moment, Aeon grabbed his adaptive tool. Three tendrils emerged from it, branched, branched again, and branched a few hundred more times. The fibers instantly wrapped around the two, holding them in place like solid cobwebs. A few seconds later, the fibers melted and Aeon stepped out, jumping several feet back.
Immediately, a change began to occur in their surroundings. Aeon's adaptive tool extended to the ground, and spread. As the metal covered the ground, the houses around them faded away. Soon, Aeon, Eximo, and Konka Rar were back at the blank, white void, only this time dominated by silvery metal, which seemed to hold the void together, stabilizing it. Aeon pocketed his adaptive tool. He didn't need it, for now.
“I suppose you're right, Konka Rar. Maybe I haven't put up enough of a challenge until now. Maybe my strategy of evasion has been completed, and now I need to attack. But, I have no quarrels with Eximo. He—and I now consider him equal to mankind—has shown to be a far greater individual than you. You, on the other hand, represent everything that I have been fighting against. You may have given Eximo strength now and before, but you have also given me an enemy where I had none. Regardless of the outcome of this fight…â€
Aeon extended his right arm out. A bulb appeared in the metal floor, heightened, and silently moved into his outstretched hand. The metal shifted, sharpened, and became a sword, breaking off of the floor with a soft ring. Aeon looked at Konka Rar.
“…I will break you.â€