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| Walid | Sep 3 2014, 10:16 AM Post #1 |
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The Avatar of War
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[align=center]Part I The Recurring Nightmare[/align] A slight breeze managed to reach one of the windows of guest room that lied within the Guardian of Earth’s Lookout. When it did, it caused a breach in the room and revealed a person lying in bed. All around the sleeping warrior was a puddle of sweat that was beginning to pile up. More started to trickle down his face while his expression showed only one look. Fear, the feeling when one is frightened. He started to let out little yelps as if he was being tortured and started to clutch his head. After that, with his eyes still closed, he rocked back and forth. Finally after a few times, one of his arms slowly rested next to his side and when it did, the warrior balled up his fist and then took a swing at his face. Once he was finished, he attacked once more and managed to catch someone’s attention that was sleeping in a bed across from him. What the hell, Walid that’s the third night this has happened. The small furry alien jumped out of bed and then started his way towards his master’s bed. He let out a little yawn and was just about to grab the pink haired warrior’s arm when, out of nowhere Walid let out loud shriek that sent Mauzu flying. The warrior opened his eyes and noticed that his bed was wet again. He then looked at the wall across from him and saw that Mauzu was pinned to the wall as if someone powerful had punched him into it. Walid didn’t understand why his student was hanging there. He had no idea it was because of him. “Is that how you always slept when you were hanging around with Rizor?” he said to his student and then chuckled a little. After that, the warrior went back to sleep while Mauzu began sliding down to the ground. The tiny assassin knew that it wasn’t his master’s fault, it was his nightmare. Mauzu knew that one thing was for certain though, he needed to get to the bottom of things or he won’t have much of a body anymore. Quickly the next day had finally come and Walid walked down the hallway to where the Namekian’s assistant normally left out food for them. As he began to make his way closer to the dining table that his student was always at, he noticed that Kami was there with him. Not only that, but he was whispering something to the guardian. He wanted to know, but the smell of food distracted him. Whatever it is, it must not be that important. Or at least, that’s what the warrior thought at first. As he stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth, he noticed them staring at him. Instantly he thought that the guardian finally learned that he accidently smashed one of the lamps in their room. Right as Kami was about to say something, Walid stopped him before he could. “I’m sorry Guardian, I didn’t mean to,” he babbled and the two were confused, “I was punching the air and the lamp just happened to be there.” Mauzu slapped his forehead when the warrior finished what he needed to say and the elderly Namekian started to smile. “Oh that’s alright, that can be replaced,” Kami said and then had a more serious look on his face, “But there is something we need to talk about. It’s your dreams Walid.” At first the pink haired warrior was confused to as how the guardian knew until he remembered his student whispering to the Namekian. Normally the Avatar of War would have been angry at Mauzu, but how could he. His student was only looking out for him and it would be helpful if he could get a good night’s sleep. One of the things he wanted since Namek was being able to sleep. Being on that planet completely ruined his sense of time and that’s not something he needed. To protect his friends, he knew he’d need to have a good recharge or his batteries would run dry. “Alright I’m ready whenever you are,” the warrior said, “Just tell me what I need to do.” After he finished speaking, he watched as the guardian stood up and began to head off somewhere. Already Walid knew that he needed to follow him, so he did and as did his student. They didn’t know if the Guardian could help, but it was worth a shot. WC: 749 |
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| Walid | Sep 3 2014, 10:37 AM Post #2 |
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The Avatar of War
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[align=center]Part II Walid's Past, Where it All Began[/align] Their journey didn’t take very long and when they reached their destination, the pink haired warrior was confused. In the middle of the room was a bed. Above that was a giant crystal ball that was hung from the ceiling. At first Walid had to admit, he thought that it was a joke but then remembered Kami didn’t really have a sense of humor from what he saw. Regardless he turned to the Guardian for instructions. “You see this bed Walid,” the Namekian said in his raspy voice, “You need to finish your dream. The ball above you will allow us to see what’s troubling you.” When he heard that, he was freighted a little. It was one thing for him to have that nightmare again, but others being able to see it? What if they see something he didn’t want them to know? The Zaunite eventually got over his fears though and did exactly what the Guardian of Earth asked of him. He lied in the bed and looked back at Mauzu who was standing next to Kami. You’re going to regret this when I’m done. He knew that his student was only looking out for him, but it didn’t mean he okay with it either. He liked to have secrets; he didn’t like anyone knowing about his past. “Now then I’ll place this spell on you and you won’t wake up until you’re finished,” the Guardian said. Walid was about to say something until a strange cloud seeped out from the Namekian’s palms and wrapped itself around the warrior. Instantly he fell asleep and an image appeared on the ball. It was Walid, but in a much younger form. The pink haired warrior was inside of a cage of some kind with metal bars. Outside of it his prison, stood a man with an evil grin. He was shouting something to a crowd, but Walid didn’t pay attention. He only wanted to get out and return to a normal life. The last thing he remembered was that he was with his mother and then woke up inside of a cage like an animal. “Come one, come all,” the man’s voice was now heard by the warrior, “Be astounded at the man of a thousand beasts. He has a very keen sense of smell and hearing that every hunter would want!” After that Walid went back to ignoring the person. He didn’t like to be used as someone’s “pet”. While he did admit he had a gift for searching out someone, it still didn’t make him feel better. Out of nowhere, the warrior heard the movements of a man encased in bulky armor and watched as the crowd moved to allow the person to approach the cage. Right on the man’s shoulder piece he noticed a strange marking and remembered that he’d seen it somewhere once before. While he was in the middle of his thoughts, the stranger finally spoke to one who was trying to sell Walid off. “So he can hunt down… anything?” a booming voice emerged from the man’s helm, “He might be useful to our leader.” Right after the pink haired warrior heard the word “leader”, he realized where he had seen that strange symbol before. It was the marking that he saw at a castle belonging to the crazed dictator of his land. He then watched as the man in armor tossing a bag filled with coins and wondered if he should escape. I have to get out of here; I can’t go to that guy. Mommy said he was mean. The pink haired warrior leaped from the cage the moment the door was opened and managed to appear above the guy’s shoulder. Before he could go any further though, the man grabbed Walid’s leg and drove him into the ground. The collision from his head to the ground caused the warrior to lose consciousness and faded to black while the sounds of someone laughing in the background. Back on Earth where Kami and Mausu were, the tiny assassin was completely shocked at what he was seeing. He couldn’t tell if it was all made up… or if it was really his master’s past. He did remember Walid mentioning to him that his past was not something he’d ever speak of so it was confusing for him. Thinking that the guardian of Earth was wise enough to know, he asked him. “Is this really a nightmare, or are we looking at his past?” Mauzu spoke to break the silence between the two. He saw that Kami was trying to concentrate onto something so he went back to watching his master’s nightmare. Before he actually could though, the Namekian finally spoke. “This could be a reflection of how he’s feeling,” the Guardian said slowly, “But I think this really happened to him. I’ve heard of his world and of that ruler of his land. He was not a pleasant guy by any means.” Mauzu wanted some kind of assurance that he wasn’t watching Walid’s past, but he guessed it couldn’t be helped. As he looked back at the ball he watched as his master’s eyes opened up in it. The pink haired warrior’s eyes were opened, but he didn’t have a clue as to where he was. All around him were stone walls with one lonely window high above him. Strangely though, he didn’t have and locks or shackles around him. It was then that he knew where he was. The last thing the child remember watching was being thrown into the ground by a man twice his size. It was a man… that belonged to the infamous leader of his land. I wonder if there’s a way out of here. His energy surged through his body as he lifted himself off the ground and began making his way towards the window above him. Since he never really practiced his bukujutsu before he kept wobbling left and right. In little to no time at all though, Walid reached the edge and grabbed a hold of one of the bars. He then looked around to see if there was anyone to help him or anything to aid him. Despite him being up high into the ground, he was amazed to see that the ground was just a few inches away from the window. It never occurred to him that he might have been in a basement or something. Just as all hope was lost he managed to spot two men a few yards away. He was about to try and get their attentions until he realized they too were guards of the dictator. “Great I’m never going to get out of here,” he grumbled, sliding down as if he was defeated. He didn’t know why something like that was happening to him of all people. He wasn’t a mean person; he was a child who was enjoying his life with his mother. A strange sound then buzzed into his ears and annoyed him greatly. He then looked as saw a person who looked to be around his age. “Hey there pal, you look like you’re in trouble,” the child said to Walid, “My name’s Wallus, don’t worry I’ll get you out of here.” Right away the pink haired warrior wondered if he could trust the person. Could someone almost as small as him really help him out? Just as he was beginning to doubt the stranger, he heard as the child stuck something to the bars around the window. “You might want to back up for this,” Wallus said and pushed Walid backwards. After he did, a timer on top of whatever the child had reached zero and caused an explosion. The metal grate that once covered the ground landed into the stone room that Walid was in and caused an echoing sound that alerted the two guards that the pink haired warrior saw earlier. Without even saying a word, Wallus waved his hand to signal Walid to hurry up, which the pink haired warrior did. He flew up back to the window and crawled through the tiny space. When he was free, he noticed as two men were heading their way. He didn’t know what to do; he was panicking and thought that his life was over. Just as they were about to reach them, he noticed as Wallus tossed a small spinning buzz saw at them. For some reason the men backed away at the sight of it and made Walid curious to as how he could make something like that. While he was in the middle of being amazed, the child who saved him pulled out a skinny blade that was apparently stashed in a flower pot and began whacking at the long skinny trees nearest to them. “Alright are you ready for a ride?” Wallus asked Walid and then sliced out a square out of the white fence that rested behind the pots where he found the sword, “Hop on and we’ll be saf--.” Before they knew it, the guards managed to deflect the Kienzan back for them and it was heading straight for Walid. Without wasting any time at all, the child who saved him tripped up the pink haired warrior, and placed him onto the fence with him. The two men finally caught back up with them, but before they could do anything, Wallus stuck out his tongue at them and pushed the board so that it would go down a long grassy hill. Immediately the speed made Walid worry because he couldn’t see. Wallus thankfully managed to calm the warrior down by giving him a pair of goggles. With them, the pink haired warrior was finally able to see once again. “Oh thanks,” Walid said, forcing back his tears so that he couldn’t see someone around his age cry, “My name’s Walid by the wa--.” Before he could even finish his sentence, somehow their “sled” reached a ramp of some kind that made them shoot up into the ground. They then flew through another window of some kind and Walid couldn’t stop holding his head as they entered the room. “Nice to meet cha Walid,” the child said, “Welcome to my Fortress, you can stay here as long as you like.” The pink haired warrior finally found the strength to look up and was amazed by the sight of trees all around them. At first he thought they were just outside, but there was a ceiling above his head. Everything appeared as if they were inside of a very large tree house. 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| Walid | Sep 3 2014, 10:51 AM Post #3 |
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The Avatar of War
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[align=center]Part III Recognition of Walid's Potential [/align] A few months had passed by since that day Walid managed to escape with the help of Wallus and had been living inside of his savior’s tree fort. While the pink haired warrior stood over a wooden railing to the outside world, he couldn’t help but stare at the sky. I wonder if I’ll ever see my mother again. As mean as his mother seemed, she was the only family he had that he knew of. The warrior had no idea what happened to his father, or if his father just didn’t know he even existed. Either way he thought that one day he should return back to his home, but wanted to repay Wallus for saving his life. He learned that his new friend didn’t have anyone to play with, or any family for that matter. That’s when Walid got the idea of being like his friend’s brother. Every time they needed something, the duo would run around town and either try to take what they wanted, or bargained it for something else. Since they were poor, the only thing they could offer was doing a few chores. During one of their so called chores, Walid decided to tell his new friend about his goal. It was a goal that he wanted to do one day, but not any time soon, not after Wallus risked his life for him. “So I was thinking,” the pink haired warrior said while dumping a dish into a bucket of soapy water, “Would it be okay if I returned home one day to see my mother?” As soon as he finished, he heard one of the dishes slipped and fell to the ground, and he realized he said something wrong. When Wallus spoke though, that all changed. “Whoops,” the black haired Zaunite said with a laugh, “And why do you need to ask me that? If you want to go home, then go, I’m not going to be mad or anything.” The pink haired warrior wanted to believe his friend, but he felt he was just hiding his emotions. Regardless though he didn’t let it bother him too much, but he sense something was wrong. The job was finally finished, and the two boys returned back to the wooden fortress. While Walid was there, he kept thinking on the floor as he was trying to sleep. Maybe I should bring him home with me. As far as he knew, because Wallus refused to tell him anything about his past, his friend didn’t have parents to return to. It also made the pink haired warrior wonder just what happened to them. Did Laerys’s leader get a hold of them? His eyes slowly closed on his last thought and before he knew it, it was the next morning. He woke up to the sounds of fists striking trees. He looked over the wooden balcony to see that Wallus was training. It was no surprise to Walid that he would be, after all the people of Laerys liked to fight. The pink haired warrior never really liked to, but that didn’t stop him from watching others do it. “Hey Walid,” he heard his friend call for him, “Let’s see if you can fight, you’ll need it if you plan to go home someday.” As soon as the pink haired warrior heard that, he never really considered that. He was practically a walking fugitive in his own land. Going back to his mother, wouldn’t be an easy task. His mother was famous throughout the land last he remembered. He didn’t know why, but just about everyone knew her. “Yeah sure thing I’ll be right there,” he said, wondering if it would be alright. He never really fought anyone before, would he stand a chance? Especially considering his friend had that terrifying Kienzan attack up his sleeve. He finally found his courage to try at least and jumped over the railing to land below. “Before we start, I’m going to just say that I’ll play fair,” his friend said, “I won’t use anything dangerous like my energy.” That made the pint size Walid feel a little better, but was still in a state of shock when he saw how fast Wallus was. Immediately after his friend finished speaking, he was already within the pink haired warrior’s range. A fist was launched at him, and struck Walid’s face. He was about to fall down, but saved himself by swinging his leg around to bring his balance back. His leg dug into his friend’s side and for a moment, he thought that he had Wallus on the ropes already. His mind soon changed when he saw his friend sending a barrage of punches that collided with Walid’s body. One after another, his body bounced around like a lifeless doll. Right as his friend was about to deliver a final blow, the pink haired warrior’s energy reacted to his fear and an orange small buzz saw appeared from his right palm. Whoa, I can do this too? A smile then appeared on his face while his friend was in a state of surprise, and then Walid threw it for his friend. Thankfully it missed Wallus by a hair and sliced off a couple strands of his black hair. “You really, should be careful with that…” his friend breathed in and out as if he was about to have a heart attack, “If I wasn’t fast, I would have been a goner.” Out of nowhere the black haired Zaunite watched as Walid dropped to the ground and smiled. Guess his body can’t handle it. He wasn’t sure if the pink haired warrior learned that the way he did by training or just by copying what he did the other day. “If you did just do it after I used it,” he said as he carried Walid over his shoulders, “Then you’re going to be a great fighter some day. Maybe even greater than that lady who fights at the Alaerys Gladiator Dome.” It was always a dream that Wallus had himself to become a champion there, but he didn’t know how much longer he’d live if he spent his days freeing prisoner’s like Walid from the dictator. If he can’t, then he felt good knowing that his friend could. WC: 1,046 TWC: 3,559 |
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| Walid | Sep 3 2014, 05:38 PM Post #4 |
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[align=center]Part IV Retrieval Run[/align] In the meantime while Walid and his friend went down for another day of sleep, the ones looking after him back at Kami’s Lookout were speechless. The Guardian of Earth hardly ever said a word, so it wasn’t exactly strange. Mauzu, the pink haired warrior’s student was a different story. Usually the tiny assassin’s mouth was always opened and was very hard to close. While Mr. Popo, Kami’s assistant entered the room with a tray, Mauzu finally spoke. “I think I’m missing the point of all this,” he said with his long pointy ears wiggling, “How is this a nightmare, he’s having fun.” The only part that Mauzu could call terrifying was the beginning of his master’s dream, but could that really be what was wrong with him? It seemed like every time Walid got worse after more than a few hours. “Ah yes,” the guardian replied back to the tiny assassin, “While that may be true, we don’t know if he’s truly suffering, or if something happens to end all this.” The pink haired warrior’s student couldn’t argue with the elderly Namekian, but he was hoping the bag of bones was wrong. He felt like he was watching a movie and to him, all movies had happy endings. The student of Walid’s took a sip of the tea Mr. Popo brought him and kept his eyes fixated on the crystal ball anchored above his master’s head. If something big happened, he didn’t want to miss a thing. He just hoped that in the process it wasn’t something too troubling to the Zaunite. His master didn’t like to let his secrets to be known by just anyone and was starting to regret seeking help for Walid. Getting back to Walid’s dream, the sleeping pink haired warrior finally woke up for the next day. Just as he did everyday since living with Wallus, he went straight to the wooden balcony to the scenery below. Much to his surprise, his friend wasn’t training below, but realized it was probably for the best. He wasn’t sure if he was up for another fight anytime soon. One thing however, managed to catch his attention. Lying deep below, surrounded by weeds and near the large hill that his friend and him slid down was something strange. It was a black ball of some kind and had red letters on it that he couldn’t really make out. I wonder what that is. Walid then jumped down below and when he did, Wallus noticed that the pink haired warrior jumped down. He didn't think anything was fishy until he realized where he friend was walking to. “Wait Walid no don’t go near that thing!” he shouted as he raced to his friend’s aid and as the ball started to glow. A red zero suddenly appeared right as the black haired Zaunite tackled his friend and out of nowhere an explosion happened. Thankfully for Walid he was saved by his friend’s body, but when he saw fire and ripped clothing floating in the air he got worried... “Wallus no, please tell me you’re alright!” he said, sniffling from the fear of losing his one and only friend. His friend then coughed and he took it was a signal that Wallus was alright. Wanting to do the same that his friend would do to him, he carried his friend’s injured body over his shoulders and flew back to the tree fort. There he wrapped his friend in covers and noticed the burns and cuts all over his friend’s torso. Don’t worry I know what to do. The pink haired warrior slid his arm across his nose to wipe away the snot that built up while he was crying and flew outside. He didn’t want to leave his friend behind and unguarded, but Wallus needed some medical supplies. Supplies that he didn’t think they had. Walid didn’t know where he should start looking, but the first thing he thought of trying was the big marketplace. Pirates and bandits made sure that hardly had anyone had anything to sell, but hoped that it wouldn’t be the case. The Zaunite finally landed in the center of the sleepy town of Aiglos. While countless men tried to get his attention for their latest product, he panned the spot looking for a medical symbol. Unfortunately for him, all he saw were signs for produce or meat. It made him remember that he was hungry, but he was on a mission. “Medical supplies,” his ears wiggled as he heard someone selling exactly what he needed, “Anyone in the market for rare of a kind medical remedies?” The warrior approached the stand and saw all kind of supplies that he needed. Bandages, Laerys’s famous curing alcohol, they had it all. The man behind the stand could see that Walid was interested and grinned at the thought of trying to get every penny he could. “Ah I can see you have an eye for one--,” before the man could finished speaking, he watched as Walid carry a few things without paying for anything, “Hey you can’t just take those!” Without even waiting for a response from the pink haired warrior, he whistled and suddenly four large men appeared in front of Walid’s path. The warrior saw that they had energy guns and knew that they meant business. “Put it on my tab or something, this is an emergency!” he tried to get them to oversee that little mishap, but the men wouldn’t budge. He knew that fighting was probably he only way to get himself out of that situation, but he was in a hurry, his friend needed him. Just out of the corner of his eye he noticed an alleyway that many people were walking through and got an idea. “Okay fine you have me, I’ll pay for everything,” he said and then raced for the crowd, “You’ll have to catch me first though!” One after another, he slipped passed a person and from the grumbles of people behind him, he could tell that the men were after him. He wondered just how long he was going to be able to confuse them in the crowd, but then forgot all that when he remembered his goal. Wallus needs me. Just as he heard the sounds of people being pushed to the side getting closer to him, he spotted a tent. Walid walked right in before the men could see him and laughed silently as they passed right by him. Suddenly a strange odor was making his nose burn and when he looked behind him, he noticed that someone was cooking something in a large black pot. What the heck is that? He wanted to know what it was, but still, he couldn’t rest until he was back at the fortress where his friend was. Thinking that it was finally safe, he flew into the air and began making his way to where Wallus was. While he was in the air he giggled as he saw the men baffled as to where Walid disappeared off to. He wanted to say something smart, but thought that it would only let him be known to them. “I hope everything will be just as I left it when I return back home,” he mumbled under his breath and was shocked to see a large cloud of smoke in the direction of his home, “No… Please tell me I’m seeing things.” He then turned on acceleration of his flight and raced towards their tree fort. As he did, a wobbling person in the sky gave a lot of unwanted attention and the men pursuing him finally spotted Walid. They however, thought that chasing after someone in the sky was just a waste of time and went back to the man who was selling medical supplies. They got a lecture from him when they returned, but they didn’t care. They were already tired from chasing the pink haired warrior on foot; they knew that the skies wouldn’t be easier. Beating up bums who didn’t pay was one thing, but going after a child who could hide in small places was something they didn’t want to do. The sight of the giant oak tree where the two boys lived at was within Walid’s sights, but what he saw all around it was a complete shock to him. There was a fire and what’s more it looked as if things already had gotten out of hand. Please tell me he’s alright. The pink haired warrior didn’t know if he could handle someone else being taken from him. He rushed as fast as he could, aiming to see if he could rescue his friend in time. “This is all my fault!” he repeated over and over again, “I shouldn’t have left you alone.” While he did that, his sleeping body kept muttering the words as well. He also tossed and turned in the bed and helped the ones watching him feel like they were finally getting somewhere. They just hoped in the process, the pink haired warrior wouldn’t become too traumatized by what was about to happen. WC: 1,522 TWC: 5,081 |
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| Walid | Sep 3 2014, 11:55 PM Post #5 |
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[align=center]Part V A Battle That Can’t Be Won[/align] One after another, burning limbs kept falling from the tree. The weight beneath most of the fortress began to cave in and made the pink haired warrior panic even more. He last saw his friend within the fort, but it was no longer what was once called a home. It was a crash site as best and Walid saw it more as a grave site than anything else. Finally a shadow of a person was within his view. At first he thought that it was his friend Wallus, but it was not. It was the same man who tried to buy him months ago. Rage began to swim around his body until he was pulled back into a bush. He looked to see who it was and was shocked to see the black haired Zaunite that he called his friend. He was almost positive that he’d lost Wallus to the flames of hell. “How did you get out…” he asked his friend and noticed that he was still injured, “Hold on I’ll get us out of here.” The pink haired warrior was just about to carry his friend to safety until Wallus stopped him. He pushed back and stood up with all of his might. “No, you get out of here; I’ll hold him off,” his friend said, breathing as heavily as he could, “That man won’t stop until you’re found. I have to distract him.” Blood started to come up as the pink haired warrior’s friend started to cough and he knew that he couldn’t just abandon the only friend he had. No, he had to fight so that they both would be able to see another day. The warrior began to make his way towards the man encased in armor while he friend desperately tried to stop him. Before of the damage he had already taken though, there wasn’t much he could do. Walid reached the man and started to think of a plan to attack. The soldier’s back was turned to him, so he couldn’t see what the pink haired warrior could do. As if being activated by a press of a button, the warrior flew like a speeding rocket. He extended out his arm and tried to attack the man’s back. Instead of actually doing any good though, all he received was a painful shock caused by his hand landing against metal. The man turned around to see who it was that attacked him, and laughed at the thought of seeing Walid. It may have looked like a David and Goliath fight, but the pink haired warrior wasn’t going to give up the fight. “So you want to go little man?” his voice boomed around the battlefield from his helm, “Fine then, just let me know what to add to your gravestone.” The man then started to remove his armor one by one as Walid started to rush for him and right as the pink haired warrior brought his leg around, the soldier caught it with his arm. The warrior was then slung towards the ground, much like he did from their first battle. Walid then wiped the dirt off his face and went for another strike, but yet again, the man proved to be too much for him. That was when he thought that it was time to use that spinning disk he saw Wallus use months ago. As his orange energy dripped from his elbow, his friend watched and realized what the pink haired warrior was about to do. He started to try and get to his friend while stumbling because he wasn’t sure if Walid was capable of using it again. The disc was finally made and when it was finished, the warrior tossed it for the soldier. The man had no idea what kind of power it had, so he simply stood firm with the intent on getting hit by it. It wasn’t until the attack was about a few inches from him when he realized it was more deadly than it looked. The soldier simply moved his neck and the disc flew passed where his head used to be. “If that’s the best you have, I’m afraid it’s--,” the man was cut short of his sentence as he noticed Wallus jumping out from the bushes. The black haired Zaunite tossed a wave of energy from his hands and watched as it sailed towards Walid’s attack. The combination of the two caused an explosion that both the boys thought that it was over with. Or rather the pink haired warrior thought that it was finished. His friend on the other hand, didn’t stop staring at the cloud of smoke. He didn’t want to admit that the soldier was so weak that a tiny explosion was enough to finish him. It would appear that Wallus was in fact correct once the smoke started to clear and revealed the man who only has a few scratches on his face. Walid could see the anger in his eyes. The soldier's eyes resembled his mother’s after he had done something wrong. “Play time, is now over with kids,” the large man said, bringing his arms forward to begin charging up an attack of some kind, “The Dictator has both of you wanted, so it’s time to finish this.” No matter how grimed things looked, the pink haired warrior wouldn’t budge. It was the combination of two reasons, one was fear and the other was not wanting to lose his friend. He already thought that he did once before, he couldn’t see it a second time. “Walid, get out of here now,” he heard his friend say, but the warrior didn’t move, “Did you not hear me? I SAID GO BEFORE I END YOUR LIFE BEFORE HE DOES!” That was the first time Walid heard his friends say such words, but he decided to finally go off. He knew that the black haired Zaunite was trying to save him so who was he to rob Wallus from that feeling. While the soldier continued to charge up an attack, Wallus too began to charge up one of his own while the pink haired warrior flew off. He had to admit, at first he only left so that his friend would stop yelling, but he wasn’t about to leave the fight. Two orange energy buzz saws appeared from his palms and prepared his assault on the soldier. What stopped him from attacking though was the fact that his friend was below as well. He didn’t want to get him as well. Just so that he’d have aim on his side, the warrior started to fly closer to the fight and when he did, his body shook from the power coming off from both the soldier's energy and his friend’s. They finally fired each waves and when they did, Walid tossed his attacks for the man’s wave so that only he’d receive the impact. One thing that he didn’t count on though, was both of their waves colliding with each other. Wallus and the large man’s eyes both widened as their waves collided and as the pink haired warrior’s Kienzans collided with the middle. Both of them shielded their bodies because they knew exactly what was about to happen. The attacks all collided with one another and caused a chain reaction that formed into a massive explosion. Walid didn’t know what was going to happen, so he just mainly watched everything go down. First a large wind pushed his body backwards, as well as what it did for Wallus and the soldier's. Next a massive cloud of fire and smoke appeared that left the whole place silent. Even back on Earth, Kami’s crystal ball was having technical difficulties. All the elderly Namekian and the tiny assassin saw was static, seeing that caused Mauzu to get angry. He wanted to know what the result was, but felt like they wouldn’t get one. “Mr. Kami,” he said in a panicking voice, “Please fix this, I want to see what happens!” He knew that the Guardian of Earth was trying his best, Walid’s student just wanted to see the conclusion of his master’s pain. As personal as it was, it all seemed like a movie and he didn’t want it to end anytime soon. He was enjoying everything that they saw and wanted to know if it had a happy ending. Even though one might not happen, the tiny assassin didn’t want to give up. Wallus and his master were friends; the power of friendship was a powerful thing in his opinion. Just as he was about to give up home, Kami handed Mauzu a drink. It was true that he was thirsty, but after the tiny assassin took a sip, he felt like his throat was on fire. What the hell did he give me?! “Now with that, you won’t worry too much,” the elderly Namekian said, “it’s a batch of Mr. Popo’s soothing elixir, makes you forgot about everything troubling you.” Mauzu thought that it was no wonder it did, his mind was too focused on the fire in his mouth to be troubled by something else. He then rushed for a large pot in the room that he remembered housing water in it and stuck his head right in. “So anyways do you think we’re getting close to the end of things?” his voice was muffled from the water pit where he head was. Just like with everything else he’d ask of the Guardian, his question went unanswered. By that time he started to wonder why his master hung around the Lookout. Kami seemed like a man who wanted you to do most of the thinking. Right when the tiny assassin pulled his head out of the water, a faint image appeared on the screen again. He then rushed as fast as he could to sit back down and watch every little thing that he could. Please be okay Wallus, please. The tiny assassin didn’t know much about his master’s friend, but he wanted to get the chance to meet him. He also wanted to see a fight between the two boys how they were in the present, a fight like that would be awesome. WC: 1,706 TWC: 6,787 |
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[align=center]Part VI A Tearful Conclusion[/align] The smoke had finally settled down some and when it did, it revealed one person standing on their feet. It was the black haired Zaunite, Wallus, and he was staring down in front of him to see that the soldier was lying down on the ground. Well that takes care of one thing, but where’s Walid? He looked around for the pink haired warrior, but couldn’t spot his friend anywhere. It wasn’t until his ears picked up something moving behind him. The pink haired warrior emerged from a pile of dirt and looked just as bad as Wallus did. Their clothes were beyond repairs, and there were multiple cuts and scrapes up and down their bodies. The elder of the two probably guessed that Walid wanted to celebrate a job well done, but he wasn’t exactly sure if it was truly finished just yet. “Walid I want you to get out of here,” he said, holding back all the pain he was feeling from the fight, “I’m not kidding this time when I said I’ll hurt you.” Despite the warrior hearing his friend making a threat about harming him while he was injured himself, he took it at full effect. Being the naive little child Walid was at the time, he started to walk off. He thought that the nightmare was finally over with. Right as he turned his back on his friend, he suddenly heard as the soldier rushed for Wallus and wrapped his hands around his friend’s neck. Impossible, how can he still be alive?? The moment he turned around, he wanted to do something. He couldn’t however, because the man gave him a signal that if he did, he’d snap his friend’s neck in half. Walid knew that he’d probably do it anyways, but he was too naive not to fall for it. “Now be good little boy and walk off before I decide to take you with him,” the man’s voice echoed throughout the pink haired warrior’s head. Regardless, he decided to do exactly what the soldier told him to do. He started to walk towards the hill. As he did so, he heard yell caused by his friend. It was then that he knew he’d probably never see his friend again. Tears started to roll down his face as he continued to walk off. Don’t worry Wallus, I’ll find him again when I’m stronger. Being weak wasn’t exactly something a Zaunite from Laerys ever admitted to, but it was clear that they didn’t stand a chance. Walid then stopped walking as soon as he heard the man say something else. “No what are you doing,” the soldier yelped, “Are you a moron?” The pink haired warrior watched to see what was going on and saw that his friend had some kind of orb in his hand. It was just like the same sphere that caused his friend injuries in the first place. “Nope because I’m getting out of here,” Wallus said as he kicked the man’s hand and pressed a button on the bomb. Right as the black haired Zaunite was about to fly away, he noticed that the man grabbed his shirt. The pink haired warrior saw that too and had a plan. He was going to free his friend so that they both would live to see another day. Walid summoned up yet another spinning disc and then tossed it for the piece of fabric the soldier was holding onto. One thing that he didn’t count on though, was that the man pushed forward the last bit of his energy to fire a small blast for the bomb. The bomb went off and caused in explosion that sent Walid’s body rolling backwards. When he was finally able to, the pink haired warrior searched to see if he could find anything left of his friend. He did, but it wasn’t something that he wanted to find. He found a body lying in the ground belonging to both his friend and the man. Walid then checked to see if Wallus had a pulse and his eyes couldn’t hold back his tears. Drop after drop rolled down his face because he couldn’t feel a heartbeat. With nothing else to do Walid started to walk towards the remains of their tree fort and saw there. As he was bawling his eyes out, a strange pink light appeared out of thin air and hovered above the warrior’s head. Walid didn’t even notice it because he couldn’t lift his head, he didn’t want anyone to see that he was crying. The small light made a grumble sound and then entered the warrior’s head. After that, it said something that scared Walid. [align=center]“Why in the world are you crying boy?” “And here I thought you’d make a fine Avatar of my power.”[/align] “Who… Who… are you?” the warrior said, wiping his eyes, “And what do you mean Avatar?” The voice then introduced himself as Brontos, the Patron of War and said that he’d been searching for a new Avatar. His search had lead him to the pink haired warrior, but felt like it was a mistake. He wanted a fighter, not a child who cried all the time. Walid was too young to understand anything, but he saw it as a new chance to have a friend. He wanted to stop crying, but he didn’t want to lose the memory of his friend. Wallus risked his life so that the pink haired warrior could survive, so he wanted to always hold that dear to him. Brontos then told him that it was a good thing to remember something like that. Forgetting those who are no longer with you is a terrible sin. The image in the crystal ball back at Kami’s Lookout finally went off and when it did, Walid’s eyes opened up. He looked at the Guardian and his student to see that Mauzu was crying for some reason. The warrior knew that he didn’t need to ask why; he knew that they saw what he did. “Yeah so I guess you guys saw everything,” he said, “I still don’t understand why I’m having these nightmares.” After he finished speaking, he heard a voice in his head and realized it was Brontos. His patron had returned to him finally. Kami saw as a smile appeared on the warrior’s face and realized he found the answer he was looking for. His patron wasn’t there to shield him from the painful memory he had of his friend. “This isn’t really my business to tell you this Walid,” the elderly Namekian said as he stood up, “But it’s not good to bottle up things such as your past.” The pink haired warrior knew that the Guardian was right, but he just didn’t feel comfortable. Either way everything seemed back to normal, but the only way he’d know for sure was to sleep. Taking a snooze in Kami’s bed though, made him feel so energized that he didn’t know when he’d be able to again. WC: 1,172 TWC: 7,959 |
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