Chapter Four: A Challenge Set Forth-Reckless Chaos! Part Two
Swirls of shadows swam around the confines of the place. A young girl in a grey dress stood somewhere in the middle of the shadows, looking around. She yawned slightly, as if she had woken up from a very long nap.
About ten years to be precise.
She held her hands out, as if searching for something. After a moment, she paused, turning her head the opposite direction. There was a small gap of light. She ran towards it, wondering if this was where freedom was out of this damned seal. As she ran, her appearence changed slightly, to that of what looked like an older version of herself, a teenager wearing black. Deciding not to think too much about it, she kept running until the light washed over her.
But when the light faded, she found herself staring into blood red eyes. Instinct kicked in, causing a few of her shadowy arms to lunge out at the strange man. But this man was different from those before, an arm had barely nicked him under one of those god damned eyes as he swiftly kicked her in the stomach.
She crumbled onto the marble floor, her vision fading away. She gripped onto conciousness for as long as she could. But the weak body that she was in refused to stay awake. Mentally damning mortals to hell, the strange girl faded back into the shadows just as she sensed another prescence flit past it...
I rolled to the side out of the way of a Fira that had been aimed at where my left leg had been a moment before. I drew a circle into the ground, slamming my palm on it just as another Fira was launched from Curt's Gunblade. It collided straight into the rock wall that had come out of the ground. I panted slightly, leaning against it for support.
This one-sided battle had gone on for about two hours or more. I had forgotten everyone else in the room, more concentrated on not passing out...and some other strange feeling. Competiveness? The drive to win?
Ha, that's a laugh. I'm starting to wish that they would declare him the winner already. In fact, I figured he was going easy, and he was still winning.
I formed a Dark Firaga in my hand and threw it at his chest. He slashed through it with his Gunblade, making the smokey fire disapper into thin air. Kneeling down behind the rock wall, I drew another circle and placed a palm on it. A rock hand shot upwards, grabbing Curt around the leg. He casted Blizzara on the rock, then smashed it to peices with a well placed slash.
This is so utterly hopeless! What the hell am I suppossed to do?
...Fff...
I nearly jumped. For a moment, I thought I had heard a voice.
"Blizzara!"
I suddenly found my legs incased in ice, sealing me to the floor. I melted the ice away with a Dark Firaga just as Curt had managed to get close enough to me. Bracing my arms in front of me, I protected my chest and legs from the barrage of slashes, creating long cuts across my arms. Ignoring them, I sent a well placed kick to his chest, knocking him away from me just as the Gunblade connected with my upper chest.
I crashed into the ground, sprawled out onto my chest. I could taste blood in my mouth, figuring that I might have broken a rib. I decided to just lay there, hoping that the officials would end the damn battle. I was never meant for fighting, I'm more of an intellectual person. The sounds of people cheering/screaming rang in my ears as my vision blackened.
...Baka.
There it was again. Except, this time, I actually heard a word.
Who are you calling baka?
...You. Your going about this all wrong. I know a way for you to beat him.
Really? How?
...heh. You'll see.
Wait, what do you mean by...
My mind suddenly slipped into unconciousness.
And that was when all hell broke loose.
Swirls of shadows swam around the confines of the place. A young girl in a grey dress stood somewhere in the middle of the shadows, looking around. She yawned slightly, as if she had woken up from a very long nap.
About ten years to be precise.
She held her hands out, as if searching for something. After a moment, she paused, turning her head the opposite direction. There was a small gap of light. She ran towards it, wondering if this was where freedom was out of this damned seal. As she ran, her appearence changed slightly, to that of what looked like an older version of herself, a teenager wearing black. Deciding not to think too much about it, she kept running until the light washed over her.
But when the light faded, she found herself staring into blood red eyes. Instinct kicked in, causing a few of her shadowy arms to lunge out at the strange man. But this man was different from those before, an arm had barely nicked him under one of those god damned eyes as he swiftly kicked her in the stomach.
She crumbled onto the marble floor, her vision fading away. She gripped onto conciousness for as long as she could. But the weak body that she was in refused to stay awake. Mentally damning mortals to hell, the strange girl faded back into the shadows just as she sensed another prescence flit past it...
I rolled to the side out of the way of a Fira that had been aimed at where my left leg had been a moment before. I drew a circle into the ground, slamming my palm on it just as another Fira was launched from Curt's Gunblade. It collided straight into the rock wall that had come out of the ground. I panted slightly, leaning against it for support.
This one-sided battle had gone on for about two hours or more. I had forgotten everyone else in the room, more concentrated on not passing out...and some other strange feeling. Competiveness? The drive to win?
Ha, that's a laugh. I'm starting to wish that they would declare him the winner already. In fact, I figured he was going easy, and he was still winning.
I formed a Dark Firaga in my hand and threw it at his chest. He slashed through it with his Gunblade, making the smokey fire disapper into thin air. Kneeling down behind the rock wall, I drew another circle and placed a palm on it. A rock hand shot upwards, grabbing Curt around the leg. He casted Blizzara on the rock, then smashed it to peices with a well placed slash.
This is so utterly hopeless! What the hell am I suppossed to do?
...Fff...
I nearly jumped. For a moment, I thought I had heard a voice.
"Blizzara!"
I suddenly found my legs incased in ice, sealing me to the floor. I melted the ice away with a Dark Firaga just as Curt had managed to get close enough to me. Bracing my arms in front of me, I protected my chest and legs from the barrage of slashes, creating long cuts across my arms. Ignoring them, I sent a well placed kick to his chest, knocking him away from me just as the Gunblade connected with my upper chest.
I crashed into the ground, sprawled out onto my chest. I could taste blood in my mouth, figuring that I might have broken a rib. I decided to just lay there, hoping that the officials would end the damn battle. I was never meant for fighting, I'm more of an intellectual person. The sounds of people cheering/screaming rang in my ears as my vision blackened.
...Baka.
There it was again. Except, this time, I actually heard a word.
Who are you calling baka?
...You. Your going about this all wrong. I know a way for you to beat him.
Really? How?
...heh. You'll see.
Wait, what do you mean by...
My mind suddenly slipped into unconciousness.
And that was when all hell broke loose.
