Ur'Alcyonis (W) vs Pagoma (L) (Ref: Vegeta)

As Pagoma stood on a pile of rubble of his own making, he took several deep breaths. The battle had taken its toll on him and to say he was winded would be an understatement. Still, he was used to pushing himself to new levels to overcome a stronger opponent, and this battle was no different. The Silver-Haired Warrior came charging after the Changeling, circling him, ready to strike with his deadly black sword. But Pagoma was able to leave the Demon behind with nothing more than a transparent copy of himself. Pagoma nearly didn't make it out in time and knew his distraction wouldn't be very effective, but it at least kept him from getting covered in slices from the blade of his enemy's sword. Pagoma retreated a short distance away and saw his opponent using some kind of potion. The Changeling could sense a portion of the Demon's power level return to him and assumed it must have been a similar concoction to the one he had recently used himself. Next, the Silver Haired Warrior held his hand to the sky, charging up a deadly attack. Pagoma had seen this once before and knew just what to do.

The Silver Haired Warrior launched his blast towards Pagoma. The mere presence of such energy on the Scholar's planet shook the ground beneath them as it traversed the distance between Pagoma and the Demon in a fraction of a second. Pagoma closed his eyes and channeled his energy into his defense. He knew he had to have complete trust in himself or his technique might not work. Keeping his eyes closed, he felt the energy from the Demon's technique was no more than an arm's length away. If this didn't work, Pagoma was going to be obliterated. But just as Pagoma had hoped, the energy seemed to arch its way around the Changeling, like a fork in a running river. Pagoma was almost certain he would have tricked his opponent into thinking the blast destroyed him, but then again he knew his opponent could sense energy. Using his defense as a temporary distraction, no matter how small, the Changeling raised his speed to the point of nearly disappearing. Reappearing behind the Demon's position, the Changeling ducked down and launched a hard, low kick towards the Silver Haired Warrior's knees. Hoping it bent his opponent's legs like a bent straw, the Changeling stood tall, hoping his enemy's body was in close range beneath him. He pointed a single finger at the Demon's face and let loose a thin, condensed beam of purple energy towards his target. 

Pagoma then crouched down and jumped high into the air with a large, winding backflip, using his opponent’s body as a diving board, springing off of it with a kick. This was to put some space between him and the Silver Haired Warrior as he planned his next move. Although it was a repeat of an attack he had recently performed, Pagoma hoped that his opponent would be less prepared this time. Imagining a circle forming around his enemy, Pagoma reached out his hand and drew a ball of energy aimed at trapping his opponent inside. Pagoma swung his hand away from him like he was shooing away a fly. The Changeling watched as the Imprisonment Ball flew nearly a hundred meters away before crashing into one of the few remaining buildings in the area. The ball of energy exploded against the stone walls sending brick, mortar, and ash flying in all directions.

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Pagoma found himself flat on his back, facing the stars in the sky of Keliloux. Some were millions of light years away, some were swirling around in Pagoma's vision, a figment of his imagination. As the Changeling stood, he saw fire. 

"What's that fire doing?" Pagoma said out loud, in a daze. He didn't realize it was a Flame Shield, covering his opponent as he charged towards him. Pagoma was blind-sided, falling on his back once more, this time with his Changeling body aching from the burns.

"Oof," Pagoma let out what air was inside his chest at once. He was not feeling well. The demands of the battle had taken their toll and after using the energy he had, he was about out of juice to go on. The Changeling rose to his feet and looked around him with blurred vision, remembering that he could sense energy. Using his Ki, Pagoma reached out with his mind and felt a large power coming straight towards him. He turned around and saw the Silver-Haired Warrior standing within arms reach. For a moment, everything grew eerily quiet. Then, after a simple farewell from the Demon, Pagoma felt his chest nearly blown apart at the sudden blast from his enemy. Pagoma fell backwards, his body's momentum causing him to slide backwards for dozens of meters until the scattered debris finally brought him to a stop. He looked down at his chest. His armor was split in two and purple blood was leaking all over his body.

"I guess this is it..." Pagoma said to himself, coming to terms with the fact that he was about to die.

"Pagoma?" Just then Pagoma looked to his side and saw several people he knew from Keliloux headed that way. Puar, Oolong, even Towa? Pagoma couldn't be sure if he was dreaming or seeing imaginary visions of his own making. He could only hope that the people he had grown to respect on Keliloux were coming to his aid, to bring him to the nearby hospital.

"Farewell, Silver Haired Warrior," Pagoma let out these few final words before falling into a deep sleep. Whatever happened next was out of his control, but he used his last few conscious breaths to pay his respects his fierce opponent.

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