Alex raised his shield in defense and could feel the weapons hit, the sound they made was like a sonic boom. "That....power....is....mine!" he roared, and used his magic to empower him, he pushed back with all his might, trying to unbalance Mickal. If that worked, tendrils would shoot out of his free hand and try to wrap around the demon before him, and absorb the dark energy, every last bit, of what laid inside of the demon.
The tendrils shot forward and wrapped around Mike, but even then he did not stop his attack. Although his energy was being drained, he had allot of it, and wasted no time in counter attacking with a huge shadowy fist, which headed straight for Alex. His gigantic hand would smash right into him if he did not release him or protect himself somehow.
Alex's raised both hands up, and the two arms fused together, creating a large, black shield. If that was not enough, the giant's feet rooted themselves to the ground, ensuring that Mickal would have to hit him with great force to unbalance him.
Mickal lacked the force to displace Alex, but he tore the ground asunder with the blow, sending cataclysmic shock waves in every direction. But his power was growing weaker, and Alex's was growing stronger, ever stronger, and as Mickal pounded away at Alex's shield the blows came weaker and weaker, and Alex would be free to decide when to finally finish him off and...
Reclaim the power....
Alex's shield shattered by his choice and he looked at Mickal. He could feel the dark power burning within him, but something else two. He didn't know what, something protecting him from the evil pain of the dark magic...
Alex pulled back his right fist, and it burned with magic. A sword appeared in his hand, and glowed black as he looked at Mickal. "And now...you...will....DIE!" he roared as his tendrils continued to suck Mickal's power. He swung the sword with all his might, going downward to slice the head of the villain in half.
The sword moved as though it were cutting through water, beautifully slicing dark flesh and obsidian bones as though nothing were in the way at all. And then the magnificent blade struck and continued to cut until a deep trench was left in it wake. Mickal screamed, both halves of him, as his essence was brought to bear and sucked up by Alex's tendrils, and all the magic became his, and he alone stood there now, before all in glorious darkness...
Rejoice...in Victory...
"Ideas?" D asked at the hulking giant. Hoods was silent as he saw the massive giant that was the Master of Magic.
Alex stood tall and roared in rage as he towered over others. Mickal was dead, and his magic now belonged to him. He took slow breaths, and looked at his own hands, the tendrils returning into him. He tried to make sense of this new form, and if he could return to his old form.
For the moment, Alex was in control of his power, and as such there was almost nothing that he could not do. But, although he may not have been able to feel it, the power keeping him safe from the very nature of the magic was slowly weakening. For the moment this had no effect on him however and so he was free to shrink down and speak with his master...
Alex did shrink down, but remained in his monster like form. He took slow steps to his Master and Hoods, the plants dying at his feet. He looked at them, and slowly explained what he did, absorbing that dark evil. He also added, that he had some magic within in, protecting him.
"Foolish, but understandable," Hoods commented.
"Do you know any way to help him?" D asked.
"Perhaps...." the blue orb replied, floating over to Alex and spinning around the mage.
Suddenly, a deep pain would stab into Alex's heart, and a new spiral of obsidian would arch out towards the heavens. No...time left...return the balance...return the power... Rubble moved aside and suddenly and revealed that the prison which held the source of the power was still intact. The chains swayed softly, staying where they were, planted in the walls and around the mysterious bearer of the seal. But now, the wings that had been so full and black, where withered and white. Another stab of pain, another spiral of evil, the protective shield around Alex's soul was being ripped apart slowly. Give it back...give me...what is my own...