Alright. I had writers block for a while, but I heard this song and this entirely restored my creative juices.
The Fighting Chapter!: There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Discovered It Yet (Panic! At The Disco)
Gerard and Asuka watched as Lunacy Fringe had come closer and closer. There was a problem. There wasn't one, two, or three. There seemed to be an entire battalion of the battle armors in the sky. Gerard feared the worst for Bethome. He was almost entirely defenseless. The doors opened and Ringo, Sango, and Ichigo had ran out frantically. "Calm down. We're going to toss in the white towel," Asuka said. Gerard swore under his breath.
Guns will definitely not do anything to those behemoths, he thought.
"Wait. Give me a weapon," Gerard said. Ringo held up a gun, but Gerard shook his hand at it. "No. Not a gun,"
"I know," Asuka said. She felt nostalgic. She ran back down into the palace hurriedly. The machines came closer and closer. Gerard felt the tension in the air. It was sharp and he loved the rush. He knew what was coming. He smirked at the machines. Asuka came back up. "Here," she said throwing Gerard a cane.
The cane was made of polished black wood. It shined and let off an eerie feeling. Gerard examined it carefully. At the top, the cane had a large diamond on it. He grabbed the diamond and pulled on it. Off came the sheath. Under the wood, was a blade. It shined brightly. Gerard liked. He stroked the edge of the blade. He looked at his finger and a drop of blood dripped down his finger.
Gerard swung it. It eminated a whistle as it cut through the air. The machines stopped moving. Gerard stood still. He kept calm.
Alright, Cid. This better work again, he thought. He concentrated all of his thoughts. He suddenly grew angry. His eyes shone white and his wing sprouted once more. Asuka was scared. The triplets had trembeled in fear. Gerard's transformation was complete.
He looked back at the four and smiled. He was unusually calm, even with his wing sprouted. He had tightened up his tie. He bent over and tied his shoes tighter than they were before. He cleared his throat and loosened his collar a bit. He stood up and leaned on the cane. The leader of the machines had raised a gun up. Before he knew it, the arm fell off. Gerard had flew and cut through the metal like butter.
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and choreographed.
Because.
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes...
Everything goes according to plan.
Gerard flew in and out of the group of machines. He wanted to get a count of how many there were.
Two, four, six, eight, ten. Hmph. No problem, he smiled. He flew towards one and dove right under it. He quickly went straight up and swung the blade directly up the spine of the armor. It quickly fell to pieces. He kept a mental note of how many were done so far. He flew towards one more armor and stuck his blade in the middle of it's back. He dragged the blade through the machinery parts and it fell as quickly as the last one did.
I am the new cancer, never looked better and you can't stand it
I know because you say so under your breath.
Reading lips asking "When did he get at all confident?"
The armors had fought back. One had raised it's arm and shot a volley of gunfire at Gerard. He had flew left and right, dodging each of the bullets. He flew faster and faster towards the one that fired and sliced off it's arm. Gerard dove down and grabbed the falling arm. He swung it around, pulling the trigger, releasing fire to the surrounding machines. Seven down.
Next is a trip to the ladies room in vain.
No, you just can't keep up with these fashionistas.
Tonight you are the whispering campaign.
To them, your name is "Cheap", and you look like shhhh.
Talk to the mirror, choke back tears. And keep telling yourself,
"I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box at your table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitro glycerin.
(don't you hate this feeling?)
With more than half gone, Gerard was getting pretty cocky. He had flew up to the head of one of the armors and twisted it off. He swung his blade and destroyed the rest of the machine. Behind him, an armor had charged it's cannon. A laser had shot out and just missed Gerard. The laser kept going and was headed for Bethome. Asuka watched the laser fly towards her. The laser struck. Asuka was laying on the ground, next to a hole, with smoke rising from the ashes. The triplets had pushed her out of the way.
I know I know, It just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
Gerard got angry. He had flew quickly towards the armor and had thrown his blade at it. It struck through the middle. He flew towards the other side and caught his blade. The armor had quickly burst into flames. One to go. Gerard held out his hand. A purple aura had formed around it. A ball shot out. It flew towards the last armor and consumed it entirely.
Gerard flew back to the palace and collapsed.
-End Chapter-
*runs away with all of my rare pink pengies*
^_~