Hallucinations

Message: I just did this to see if I could write fight scenes, it's a little short, but I really don't know how I could coordinate a fight scene any longer. It's set in after some events in a... Fanfiction? I wrote, which coincidentally had this white haired guy in it. But other than that, it's my own creation, the fanfic, I mean. So is it a fiction? or a fanfic?

Part 2 will be in a library. Stay tuned.

~Experimental~ Fight Scene. Part . I

"I have the psychological advantage over this brat. His reluctance to train had already weakened himself to a certain extent. If his temper is ignited, it would aid in battle. Demon child or not, he is in no position to defeat me, now or ever." I kept to myself.

Here we stand, in the arena where he and his brother once stood and battled. "I'd have to say I'm impressed with this world we're in." Eight pedestals rose up at different levels from the ground. On them, are the 8 angels of death. They stand around the arena, looking in from the eight directions to the center of the stage with their stony gaze; their frozen posture mocks the futility of human's abilities to make them fall. Black marble lines the floor, their ends are also all living creatures', for unless the creature knew how to fly, they would die a neverending death, falling and falling... The marbles reflect the dying red glow, from the horizon of the sun and the reddening sky with a black tint, as if to swallow up the remnants of light from this dawn.

This arena tells a tale of the growing evil within the world.

"Let's start." I told my opponent. He fashioned a red trenchcoat with black denims; his white hair an amazing contrast to his coat; his muscles bulging, veins pumping in anticipation of the forecoming fight; his sword, however, seems huge even for a man of his frame, but I've seen it in action before, it's deadliness can only be compared to his master's control of the sword. The Demon's Edge.

Suddenly, he dashed towards me, sword first and fully extended, aimed at my body. I was surprised but I did not slow down. I jumped forward, higher and faster with the aid of the wind sprites, I executed a somersault in the air, I would eventually land and face his back. I took my whip of the beltclip it was residing in and set my battle plans into motion. The whip unfurled like a coiled snake and wrapped itself around the Demon's Edge. A pull, and I'm flying towards him. Acting quickly, he turned around, flinging his sword to the back while doing so, accelerating my descent towards himself. My boots are already in contact with his face before his let go of the sword and held his guns out.

Mine was already out. He let off 3 shots of demon energy; I let off 3 of my own equivalent. He backed off; so did I, my whip unwrapped itself from the sword and was once again in my control. I shot another 4 rounds before I could clip back my whip and take out my other gun; He shot 3 rounds while reflecting my shots with his sword, both revolvers in hand, I deflected his shots. We stood even further apart from each other now. He sheathed his sword and took out his other gun. We started exchanging fire, his red demon energy versus my blue spiritual energy. We ran from one end of the arena to the other, finally admitting that we'll not go down from gunfire, we kept our guns and once again went back to melee weapons.

Once again, we exchanged, blows this time. I got in first with my whip's extra range; he deflected the blow without problem. He swung his sword high when in reach; I ducked. After several such episodes, he decided it was time to end the fight and put all his strength for a killing blow. He leveled out his sword and swung. I was indifferent. Acting as well as thinking, I again wrapped my weapon around his, and backflipped out of harm's way. Knowing well he used up most of his strength, I pulled hard, drawing the sword flying out of his hand. The sword flew like an arrow to one of the lower statues, stabbing firmly into its skull. I was pulled along by the sword's momentum, regaining control of my whip way too late -too close- to the statue. I shifted my weight and ran up the body of the figure to reach the sword and got on top of it.
I now stood as close as I ever could to the Demon's Edge, I was standing on it.

"I'm standing on your sword. You want it back?" I asked mockingly. I received no reply; he extended his hands, palms up, towards the direction of the sword and started concentrating. The sword under me started shaking violently; he was using his demonic link with the sword to extract it from the stone. Without hesitation, I jumped. My whip coiled around the neck of the petrified angel and I slid down safely to the ground. Demon's Edge is now extracted, even though its flight path is haphazard, spinning wildly as it goes through the air; I have no doubt in the user's ability to regain control over it, I had to disrupt its path. I drew my gun and shot, 1, 2, 3 shots. The sound of a bullet hitting metal resounded in the air. My luck. The bullet hit the sword just right when it's close enough to its bearer, changing the direction of its spin and leaving a gash in his face. He was fazed but regained his composure immediately. He grabbed his sword and rushed towards me. The dash evolved into a lunge. I merely evaded sideways from such an uncounted attack; he went right through me, stabbing deeply into the stone base of the statue. I was right behind him after his attack. I noticed that he lost his will to fight, he was sword holding on to his sword stuck in the stone but standing upright now. "This is pointless. Come back after you have the heart to." I said with a hint of sympathy. "How could a man with such amazing powers be turned into an untamed cub? He doesn't even have the mind of a lion anymore." I kept such a disappointment to myself. I walked up to his back, laid a hand on it, and hugged him tightly, out of sympathy, maybe. "Don't be a fool, Lady's death wasn't for nothing. We closed the Gates of Hell." That was as much of a reassurance I could give him. I released my grip.

And I walked away. Back into the portal which we came through, to this place which foretells doom; or mayhaps everything was predestined.