Re: The Grand Battle [Final Round: The Subconscious!]
07-05-2010, 06:27 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
As the torn image of Konka Rar dissipated in a strangely calming hiss, Aeon heard Eximo wheeling closer. No time to rest anymore. Amethyst was going to say something important before she got interrupted...
Aeon dove back into the bookshelves, narrowly dodging a flung knife. He retraced his steps, following the sound of the remaining battle between Amethyst and Nathan. As he drew closer, he slowed down, crouching behind the shelves and watching the battle take place. Amethyst was in the air, sending a flurry of crystals towards Nathan, who was swiftly dodging them all. Aeon saw Nathan disappear behind a bookshelf as he heard Eximo approach behind him. Before he could run, however, something hit him through the bookshelf, knocking him to the ground. A familiar energy binded him, sending his thoughts into chaos and completely immobilizing him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nathan, pausing his battle to give an old friend a piece of his mind.
Before he could deliver the finishing blow, however, Nathan was flung forwards and disappeared from Aeon's view. The sound of decorporealizing mind matter gave Aeon a brief moment of relief, as he realized that Amethyst had just saved his life. If he bothered to look, he would have seen Fuller sitting on a bookshelf, looking at the course of events with an eager face.
Eximo slowly approached from the side, drawing its gun. The symbolic image of Konka Rar appeared as well, pointing his own gun at something above Aeon that he couldn't see.
“Make the slightest move and you die. I may not be able to kill Aeon myself, but another image is another matter entirely.†Konka Rar turned to Eximo. “Aeon has killed your master, and he is completely helpless! If you pulled the trigger on him once you can do it again!â€
***
Time seemed to stand still. The image of Aeon and the image of Eximo were locked in battle, Aeon wielding a sword of flame and Eximo wielding its usual arsenal. In this moment, a mere twitch from either could mean the other's defeat in one swift motion.
As the torn image of Konka Rar dissipated in a strangely calming hiss, Aeon heard Eximo wheeling closer. No time to rest anymore. Amethyst was going to say something important before she got interrupted...
Aeon dove back into the bookshelves, narrowly dodging a flung knife. He retraced his steps, following the sound of the remaining battle between Amethyst and Nathan. As he drew closer, he slowed down, crouching behind the shelves and watching the battle take place. Amethyst was in the air, sending a flurry of crystals towards Nathan, who was swiftly dodging them all. Aeon saw Nathan disappear behind a bookshelf as he heard Eximo approach behind him. Before he could run, however, something hit him through the bookshelf, knocking him to the ground. A familiar energy binded him, sending his thoughts into chaos and completely immobilizing him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nathan, pausing his battle to give an old friend a piece of his mind.
Before he could deliver the finishing blow, however, Nathan was flung forwards and disappeared from Aeon's view. The sound of decorporealizing mind matter gave Aeon a brief moment of relief, as he realized that Amethyst had just saved his life. If he bothered to look, he would have seen Fuller sitting on a bookshelf, looking at the course of events with an eager face.
Eximo slowly approached from the side, drawing its gun. The symbolic image of Konka Rar appeared as well, pointing his own gun at something above Aeon that he couldn't see.
“Make the slightest move and you die. I may not be able to kill Aeon myself, but another image is another matter entirely.†Konka Rar turned to Eximo. “Aeon has killed your master, and he is completely helpless! If you pulled the trigger on him once you can do it again!â€
***
Time seemed to stand still. The image of Aeon and the image of Eximo were locked in battle, Aeon wielding a sword of flame and Eximo wielding its usual arsenal. In this moment, a mere twitch from either could mean the other's defeat in one swift motion.