I know! The Sorcerer Tower heartless is the final boss from Shadow of the Colossus, Malus!
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Once again, good chapter, Davy.
Davy, may the next shipwreck bring you good fortune, and more souls..'tis always the souls, eh?
Nice chapter. Continue the flow and soon it will become the living, breathing..
PWNINATOR!!!
Description: Pwns all other fanfictions in its type and group, until another is reborn. Wields the mighty HAMMA OF THOR!!
Pwnsome Davy. Pwnsome it shall be methinks. :toungesmile:
Nice chapter. Continue the flow and soon it will become the living, breathing..
PWNINATOR!!!
Description: Pwns all other fanfictions in its type and group, until another is reborn. Wields the mighty HAMMA OF THOR!!
Pwnsome Davy. Pwnsome it shall be methinks. :toungesmile:
Thank you all for your words of awesomeness and (in JubJub's case) pwnsomeness. Also, if you noticed there was a line unpurposely put in there that reads "in the shadow of the colossal heartless", almost a direct rip of Shadow of the Colossus
Davy you said you would rep whoever got the question right, so.....
I know, Herr H0g. But I have to spread more rep 'til you get some...
I need to find some time to catch up on ur fanfic davy... :/
too many things to do
(note to self: pg 10... lol)
but are ur siggy and avy from Shadow of the Collossus (sp)?
too many things to do
(note to self: pg 10... lol)
but are ur siggy and avy from Shadow of the Collossus (sp)?
Good to have you back, Herr Para. Yes, my sig and avatar are from Shadow of the Colossus, or, as it is abbreviated, SotC.
New chapter will be up tomorrow, because I am out of school and I have already finished all of my weekend homework!!!
New chapter will be up tomorrow, because I am out of school and I have already finished all of my weekend homework!!!
Oh yeah! Can't wait. Too bad I haven't finished my homework for the 3 day weekend.....
Anyway, I think that I am going to get SotC sometime. It looks great.
Continue onward!
You all mus think that I am a terrible liar. The chapter would have been up two Mondays ago, but complications arose, ensued, and were not overcome. So, a very belated chapter comes to you now.
Dirst dodged to the left just in time to escape unscathed from an energy bolt. Dirst looked up at the Sorcerer Tower. The colossal heartless showed no sign of frustration, simply pointing the other hand at the keybearer and charging up another energy blast. Dirst once again jumped out of the way to the left, his previous position marked by a smoldering crater. The keybearer marveled at the exquisite detail that was created by the mercurial substance that the floor of the battle was made, but only for a moment. The enormous Heartless once again charged up an energy bolt, this time releasing it before Dirst could dodge. The bolt hit him in the right shoulder. Dirst grunted in pain and fell to the ground. He tried to move his arm, but the magic had paralyzed it. Dirst quickly transported his keyblade to his other hand, and then pushed off with his left arm and got back to his feet. The Sorcerer Tower looked down on the proportionally ant-like keybearer with blank blue eyes.
Dirst looked around, hoping to find some sort of shelter from the malevolent Heartless. A hissing noise alerted him to another attack from the colossus, but Dirst was already headed to a new area. The keybearer ran behind the enormous bell tower as the giant Heartless fired the energy bolt. Once he felt like he was in relative safety, Dirst began to massage his arm in hopes that he would be able to get feeling back into the limb. After about a minute, this was unsuccessful. He groaned with disbelief, then glanced out into the stands. He saw some of the combatants sparsely placed around the ring, but his eyes rested on Requiem. The Reflection's mask was off, and Dirst could have sworn that the assassin was laughing.
"Just wait," Dirst thought, anger fogging his mental capacities. "Come hell or high water you will atone for your sins!"
A sudden explosion rocked the bell tower. Dirst turned around, jolted back to reality by the energy bolt's shock wave. The bell clanged loudly, and a shower of dust fell out of the faux-ancient tower. Dirst coughed as the dirt from the tower coated him. Soon, a loud groaning sounded, and the stones of the tower began to crumble. Dirst felt sick as he realized that the tower might just collapse on him. He quickly ran to out of the protection of the tower and back onto the open field. The Heartless was still in the same place, seemingly rooted to the spot. It was then that it hit Dirst.
The Heartless could not move!
Another energy bolt fired out from the Sorcerer Tower at the bell tower, and the ruin collapsed with an enormous cacophony. Dirst ran behind another small ruin that was a makeshift bunker and contemplated his strategy. From what he could see, the Heartless was armored in a wall of thick stone all the way up to about half way up its torso, and then it had a stone circlet around his head. The armor on the bottom formed a pyramid like structure all the way up to the creature's furry torso, with tiers of stonework jutting out on each level. Dirst realized that the only way to kill the Heartless would be to climb to its back or its head. While he had been thinking, the Sorcerer Tower had fired up another energy bolt, and it blasted out into the makeshift bunker Dirst was behind. The wall took the blow square on, but it somehow managed to keep together. Dirst sighed in relief, then took a quick glance around the wall.
Dirst noticed something that he had not before. There was a small stairwell ruin behind the colossus. Dirst suddenly knew what he had to do. Without thinking, he ran out into the open, right into the Sorcerer Tower's range of fire.
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"Is he mad?!" Harmony shouted. Nire looked over at her, then scanned the crowd of combatants for any inquiring glances. Nire then looked back at the field, studying Dirst's strategy.
"No, he's not mad," Nire responded. "Well, not completely mad," he thought. "Dirst knows that the only way to kill the Sorcerer Tower is to stab its vital areas, and those will be either on its back or the top of its head. If I think I know what he's doing, he is going to get up on that stairwell shaped building and climb up the Heartless's back."
"I guess its the only way," Harmony said, suddenly pensive. Nire looked back over at her as she began again. "I just don't want to see Dirst hurt..."
Nire looked at her and noticed something in her eyes as she watched Dirst run across the open field.
Fear. Pure, unadulterated fear.
Nire realized then that Harmony had more than just a colleague connection with Dirst. He only wondered if it was the same for Dirst.
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Dirst finally made it to the other side of the arena just as the colossal Heartless shot off another energy blast. However, the shot went a good fifty feet right of Dirst. This wide fire convinced Dirst that he was in the creature's blind spot. He then looked up at the edifice that was his bestial opponent, scouting a way up the creature. Once he felt he had plotted a safe course up, he grabbed on to a ridge in the armor that worked as a good ledge. He hauled his weight over, then continued upward in this fashion. He swerved right and left, sometimes sliding along, clinging to thin ledges, until he finally made it to the end of the Sorcerer Tower's base armor. He looked around, looking for some sort of weak point, but all he saw was a thick coat of black fur. Unsure of what to do next, he summoned Lightside and rapped on the stones at the top of the armor. On accident, he missed once. The keyblade cut into the colossus, immediately causing the Heartless to howl in pain. One of its giant arms swung back to swat him off of its back.
The hand came within inches of crushing Dirst into oblivion, but to his benefit the arm's reach was inhibited by shoulder plates on the Sorcerer Tower. Suddenly, Dirst saw an opportunity to advance up to the only other opportunity he had to damage the Heartless: the head. Dirst jumped out from the back of the Heartless just in time, for the hand was starting to move away when he latched on to the hairy hand.
Suddenly, Dirst's right hand still holding the Keyblade, slipped, leaving him clinging for his life to a creature that wanted him dead.
Demise of the Ritual {Part 2}
Helios watched, his face a nonchalant mask. However, his eyes, the portals to his soul showed an childish amusement and delight. These new keybearers weren't even putting up a fight. Did he think that he didn't know what they were after? Whatever they're pathetic story was, Helios knew it would end with him controlling all worlds. He watched, hypnotized, as Dirst clung for his life whilst the colossal Heartless shook him back and forth, It was only a matter of time before his plan would really begin. He began to feel anxious for the future, eagerness clouding his clear thoughts. He forced himself to calm down and just watch the first fight of the Cirque du Mort.
All things in due time.
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"I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die."
The only words that ran through Dirst's mind.
He struggled to keep his grip as the colossus swung him through the air. He tried and tried to keep his morbid fears in check, but all he could do was panic, it seemed. As if by pure instinct, Dirst swung his keyblade, Lightside, and stabbed it deep into the colossus's arm. A huge roar rent the entire stadium as the Heartless howled in pain. It quickly swung it's arm up so that the back of his palm was parallel with the ground. Dirst, being on the palm, had to slowly climb around and up the palm. He made by sheer adrenaline rush, and once he felt safe, the adrenaline wore off. However, the respite was short lived, as the Heartless once again shook his arm. Dirst immediately ran up his arm until he reached a glowing yellow piece of armor. He almost ran over it, until he realized that this was probably the source of the numbing energy blasts. So, he quickly sought another way to get to the head.
He stabbed the Heartless's arm.
Another howl of pain shook Mechano Coliseum. Dirst shuddered as the cacophonous roar chilled him to the very core. The Heartless brought it's other arm over to crush Dirst like a tiny bug. Instead, Dirst jumped up and grabbed hold of the creature's hairy palm. He then stabbed his keyblade into the creature, which resulted in a grunt which sounded more like a soft explosion. The Heartless brought his hand over just like the other one had been. Dirst once again climbed up onto the back of the creature's palm and took another quick rest whilst surveying his surroundings. Another glowing yellow armor piece blocked his path up this arm.
No way up.
Dirst did another quick look, and an idea came to mind. If he threw his keyblade with enough force, he would be able to stick the blade into the colossus's shoulder. He steadied himself, judging the distance and calculating how hard to throw. He pulled back the blade, and right was he swung forward, the Heartless shuddered. The keyblade flew out of his hands, and Dirst fell flat onto the Heartless's palm. He immedieately looked up as the keyblade somersaulted over and over until...
It clinked harmlessly off of the armor. Dirst's face was a picture of dejection, but he quickly summoned his keyblade back to him. He stood up, and performed the same action. This time, the Heartless stayed stable. And this time, the keyblade flew true.
Once again, the Heartless howled, and placed its hand, the one Dirst was on, over the keyblade wound. Dirst jumped off of the creature's hand and onto its shoulder, simultaneously summoning his keyblade.
"Thanks for the lift!" Dirst muttered under his breath. He then began to climb the Heartless's head. From where he was, all of the people in the stands were suddenly tiny specks. He shook this from his mind and focused on the task at hand: the demise of the Heartless. Once he was on top of the Heartless's head, he found what he was looking for: the Emblem. Without another thought, Dirst pulled the keyblade back and stabbed it into the symbol. The Heartless let out a howl, it's final noise. Dirst reared back and continued to stab in a frenzy of spewing dark blood and madness.
Finally, after around five minutes of continuous fighting, the Heartless finally collapsed. However, the thick pyramid of base armor prevented the Heartless from actually falling over flat. Dirst, adrenaline finally wearing completely off, suddenly slumped over, exhausted from his trial. He slowly fell asleep, dark edges filling in his vision. But he smiled, knowing that he was one step farther in the tournament, one step closer to Helios, and one step deeper into revenge.
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Demise of the Ritual {Part 1}Dirst dodged to the left just in time to escape unscathed from an energy bolt. Dirst looked up at the Sorcerer Tower. The colossal heartless showed no sign of frustration, simply pointing the other hand at the keybearer and charging up another energy blast. Dirst once again jumped out of the way to the left, his previous position marked by a smoldering crater. The keybearer marveled at the exquisite detail that was created by the mercurial substance that the floor of the battle was made, but only for a moment. The enormous Heartless once again charged up an energy bolt, this time releasing it before Dirst could dodge. The bolt hit him in the right shoulder. Dirst grunted in pain and fell to the ground. He tried to move his arm, but the magic had paralyzed it. Dirst quickly transported his keyblade to his other hand, and then pushed off with his left arm and got back to his feet. The Sorcerer Tower looked down on the proportionally ant-like keybearer with blank blue eyes.
Dirst looked around, hoping to find some sort of shelter from the malevolent Heartless. A hissing noise alerted him to another attack from the colossus, but Dirst was already headed to a new area. The keybearer ran behind the enormous bell tower as the giant Heartless fired the energy bolt. Once he felt like he was in relative safety, Dirst began to massage his arm in hopes that he would be able to get feeling back into the limb. After about a minute, this was unsuccessful. He groaned with disbelief, then glanced out into the stands. He saw some of the combatants sparsely placed around the ring, but his eyes rested on Requiem. The Reflection's mask was off, and Dirst could have sworn that the assassin was laughing.
"Just wait," Dirst thought, anger fogging his mental capacities. "Come hell or high water you will atone for your sins!"
A sudden explosion rocked the bell tower. Dirst turned around, jolted back to reality by the energy bolt's shock wave. The bell clanged loudly, and a shower of dust fell out of the faux-ancient tower. Dirst coughed as the dirt from the tower coated him. Soon, a loud groaning sounded, and the stones of the tower began to crumble. Dirst felt sick as he realized that the tower might just collapse on him. He quickly ran to out of the protection of the tower and back onto the open field. The Heartless was still in the same place, seemingly rooted to the spot. It was then that it hit Dirst.
The Heartless could not move!
Another energy bolt fired out from the Sorcerer Tower at the bell tower, and the ruin collapsed with an enormous cacophony. Dirst ran behind another small ruin that was a makeshift bunker and contemplated his strategy. From what he could see, the Heartless was armored in a wall of thick stone all the way up to about half way up its torso, and then it had a stone circlet around his head. The armor on the bottom formed a pyramid like structure all the way up to the creature's furry torso, with tiers of stonework jutting out on each level. Dirst realized that the only way to kill the Heartless would be to climb to its back or its head. While he had been thinking, the Sorcerer Tower had fired up another energy bolt, and it blasted out into the makeshift bunker Dirst was behind. The wall took the blow square on, but it somehow managed to keep together. Dirst sighed in relief, then took a quick glance around the wall.
Dirst noticed something that he had not before. There was a small stairwell ruin behind the colossus. Dirst suddenly knew what he had to do. Without thinking, he ran out into the open, right into the Sorcerer Tower's range of fire.
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"Is he mad?!" Harmony shouted. Nire looked over at her, then scanned the crowd of combatants for any inquiring glances. Nire then looked back at the field, studying Dirst's strategy.
"No, he's not mad," Nire responded. "Well, not completely mad," he thought. "Dirst knows that the only way to kill the Sorcerer Tower is to stab its vital areas, and those will be either on its back or the top of its head. If I think I know what he's doing, he is going to get up on that stairwell shaped building and climb up the Heartless's back."
"I guess its the only way," Harmony said, suddenly pensive. Nire looked back over at her as she began again. "I just don't want to see Dirst hurt..."
Nire looked at her and noticed something in her eyes as she watched Dirst run across the open field.
Fear. Pure, unadulterated fear.
Nire realized then that Harmony had more than just a colleague connection with Dirst. He only wondered if it was the same for Dirst.
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Dirst finally made it to the other side of the arena just as the colossal Heartless shot off another energy blast. However, the shot went a good fifty feet right of Dirst. This wide fire convinced Dirst that he was in the creature's blind spot. He then looked up at the edifice that was his bestial opponent, scouting a way up the creature. Once he felt he had plotted a safe course up, he grabbed on to a ridge in the armor that worked as a good ledge. He hauled his weight over, then continued upward in this fashion. He swerved right and left, sometimes sliding along, clinging to thin ledges, until he finally made it to the end of the Sorcerer Tower's base armor. He looked around, looking for some sort of weak point, but all he saw was a thick coat of black fur. Unsure of what to do next, he summoned Lightside and rapped on the stones at the top of the armor. On accident, he missed once. The keyblade cut into the colossus, immediately causing the Heartless to howl in pain. One of its giant arms swung back to swat him off of its back.
The hand came within inches of crushing Dirst into oblivion, but to his benefit the arm's reach was inhibited by shoulder plates on the Sorcerer Tower. Suddenly, Dirst saw an opportunity to advance up to the only other opportunity he had to damage the Heartless: the head. Dirst jumped out from the back of the Heartless just in time, for the hand was starting to move away when he latched on to the hairy hand.
Suddenly, Dirst's right hand still holding the Keyblade, slipped, leaving him clinging for his life to a creature that wanted him dead.
Demise of the Ritual {Part 2}
Helios watched, his face a nonchalant mask. However, his eyes, the portals to his soul showed an childish amusement and delight. These new keybearers weren't even putting up a fight. Did he think that he didn't know what they were after? Whatever they're pathetic story was, Helios knew it would end with him controlling all worlds. He watched, hypnotized, as Dirst clung for his life whilst the colossal Heartless shook him back and forth, It was only a matter of time before his plan would really begin. He began to feel anxious for the future, eagerness clouding his clear thoughts. He forced himself to calm down and just watch the first fight of the Cirque du Mort.
All things in due time.
*()*==++==*()*()*==++==*()*()*==++==*()*
"I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die."
The only words that ran through Dirst's mind.
He struggled to keep his grip as the colossus swung him through the air. He tried and tried to keep his morbid fears in check, but all he could do was panic, it seemed. As if by pure instinct, Dirst swung his keyblade, Lightside, and stabbed it deep into the colossus's arm. A huge roar rent the entire stadium as the Heartless howled in pain. It quickly swung it's arm up so that the back of his palm was parallel with the ground. Dirst, being on the palm, had to slowly climb around and up the palm. He made by sheer adrenaline rush, and once he felt safe, the adrenaline wore off. However, the respite was short lived, as the Heartless once again shook his arm. Dirst immediately ran up his arm until he reached a glowing yellow piece of armor. He almost ran over it, until he realized that this was probably the source of the numbing energy blasts. So, he quickly sought another way to get to the head.
He stabbed the Heartless's arm.
Another howl of pain shook Mechano Coliseum. Dirst shuddered as the cacophonous roar chilled him to the very core. The Heartless brought it's other arm over to crush Dirst like a tiny bug. Instead, Dirst jumped up and grabbed hold of the creature's hairy palm. He then stabbed his keyblade into the creature, which resulted in a grunt which sounded more like a soft explosion. The Heartless brought his hand over just like the other one had been. Dirst once again climbed up onto the back of the creature's palm and took another quick rest whilst surveying his surroundings. Another glowing yellow armor piece blocked his path up this arm.
No way up.
Dirst did another quick look, and an idea came to mind. If he threw his keyblade with enough force, he would be able to stick the blade into the colossus's shoulder. He steadied himself, judging the distance and calculating how hard to throw. He pulled back the blade, and right was he swung forward, the Heartless shuddered. The keyblade flew out of his hands, and Dirst fell flat onto the Heartless's palm. He immedieately looked up as the keyblade somersaulted over and over until...
It clinked harmlessly off of the armor. Dirst's face was a picture of dejection, but he quickly summoned his keyblade back to him. He stood up, and performed the same action. This time, the Heartless stayed stable. And this time, the keyblade flew true.
Once again, the Heartless howled, and placed its hand, the one Dirst was on, over the keyblade wound. Dirst jumped off of the creature's hand and onto its shoulder, simultaneously summoning his keyblade.
"Thanks for the lift!" Dirst muttered under his breath. He then began to climb the Heartless's head. From where he was, all of the people in the stands were suddenly tiny specks. He shook this from his mind and focused on the task at hand: the demise of the Heartless. Once he was on top of the Heartless's head, he found what he was looking for: the Emblem. Without another thought, Dirst pulled the keyblade back and stabbed it into the symbol. The Heartless let out a howl, it's final noise. Dirst reared back and continued to stab in a frenzy of spewing dark blood and madness.
Finally, after around five minutes of continuous fighting, the Heartless finally collapsed. However, the thick pyramid of base armor prevented the Heartless from actually falling over flat. Dirst, adrenaline finally wearing completely off, suddenly slumped over, exhausted from his trial. He slowly fell asleep, dark edges filling in his vision. But he smiled, knowing that he was one step farther in the tournament, one step closer to Helios, and one step deeper into revenge.
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Wow... That was honestly a good chapter, Davy. I really can't wait till next update. Anyway, I didn't notice any wait. That chapter came right when it should of! Earlier is fine, too. Hey, whenever you want to update is great.
He he. I know where Davy got his idea for the heartless battle. Take a look at my avvy. Also, good chapter, I liked the battle scene.
I appreciate everyone's praise. The new chapter should (keyword there) be up sometime this week, from tonight to Saturday.
Yeah, I'll be here. Keep up the good work, Davy!
Well, loyal readers, the next installment of our tale comes today. Note: "Demise of the Ritual" is the name of the song played when you fight Malus in Shadow of the Colossus (the soundtrack is called Roar of the Earth)
Edit: I moved the chapter to the same post as the first. Look for the words Demise of the Ritual Part 2 in the story, then read from there.
Edit: I moved the chapter to the same post as the first. Look for the words Demise of the Ritual Part 2 in the story, then read from there.
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