12-08-2009, 10:09 AM
Alex ran to the large wall and sighed, banging his arms against his. Controlling that dragon and sending it back was hard work. He punched it again, before running off, seeking someway around it or some way to find his Master. He tried finding his thoughts, but found nothing. Either he was in a dead zone...or he was dead....
"No. Not Master," Alex assured himself. That old bastard survived...He had to.
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D sighed and tried to think. He had to find some way around all this. Without magic. He tried to think, and focus on the match. What advantage could he have over Arkurus with no magic? Physical? He was strong, but not that strong. Speed? Intellect? The only thing D could find was the ability to talk, hoping to distract him.
D remembered how he would distract his foes, using his words, as well as his swords. It would make the enemy believe that D was so powerful, he didn't even need to focus on the fight. That he could beat them, and come up with good jokes while doing it.
"So tell me, brother, what were our dear parents like? My memory is a bit fuzzy!" he yelled, splitting his mind perfectly, a feat he mastered years ago. One part focused all on the battle, his skills still just as good as when the fight started. The other, focused on talking to Mickal. "Best I care remember is that they never hugged you much. Always thought I was cuter. Not surprising really. It would definitely explain why I could flirt a girl into bed and you have to torture one into bed!" he laughed, putting a mask of confidence on. "And really? Stealing my essence is your plan? You don't have anything better to do? What about after? What are you going to do when I'm dead? you'll be the most powerful being in the universe, probably immortal, but then you'll be all alone. The people and animals will die, and you, will be all alone. The gods from above will come down and kick your fat ass, and you'll be left wondering how it all went wrong!"
"No. Not Master," Alex assured himself. That old bastard survived...He had to.
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D sighed and tried to think. He had to find some way around all this. Without magic. He tried to think, and focus on the match. What advantage could he have over Arkurus with no magic? Physical? He was strong, but not that strong. Speed? Intellect? The only thing D could find was the ability to talk, hoping to distract him.
D remembered how he would distract his foes, using his words, as well as his swords. It would make the enemy believe that D was so powerful, he didn't even need to focus on the fight. That he could beat them, and come up with good jokes while doing it.
"So tell me, brother, what were our dear parents like? My memory is a bit fuzzy!" he yelled, splitting his mind perfectly, a feat he mastered years ago. One part focused all on the battle, his skills still just as good as when the fight started. The other, focused on talking to Mickal. "Best I care remember is that they never hugged you much. Always thought I was cuter. Not surprising really. It would definitely explain why I could flirt a girl into bed and you have to torture one into bed!" he laughed, putting a mask of confidence on. "And really? Stealing my essence is your plan? You don't have anything better to do? What about after? What are you going to do when I'm dead? you'll be the most powerful being in the universe, probably immortal, but then you'll be all alone. The people and animals will die, and you, will be all alone. The gods from above will come down and kick your fat ass, and you'll be left wondering how it all went wrong!"
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.