White fire enveloped the space around Ribasu. She could see with her infrared vision that although he was in the fire, he did not appear to be burned. Her observation was confirmed when she heard the loud booming of his voice. Telling her that he was beast formed by the fusion of many creatures, and that flame would not hurt him, she knew that more fire would not be of any use, this being some of her hottest flame. Saying that he was part dragon caught her interest a little, but soon left her mind, knowing that no real dragon would be a building block of a monster. Continuing to listen to him, and beating her wings, like a hummingbird in the air, she hovered with almost total silence. Seconds later, Ribasu stopped speaking, and with eyes she saw how he seemed to know her location, through the thick white flame, even though she could tell his eyes closed.
ROAR!!! An ear deafening roar shattered the air, causing a nearby building to collapse. A wave of power radiated from his being, so strong it nearly caused her to collapse by just being near it. >>What is this power? Why is it so...overwhelming?<< She managed to stay airborne, even with her discomfort. Thinking ahead of what he might try to pull off, she thought that with that much power revealed, he was sure to use a earth shattering attack soon. The quicker she made an attack, the higher the chance she could catch him before he could pull it off. >>This is it!<<
Approaching him with great speed, her eyes widened as she saw, only meters away, what could be her doom. Electricity. Arcing all over his enormous body, bolts of lightning jumped around. She saw, at the last moment, two hands came together. There was no turning around, there was no escape, there was only...
SHOCK! Raw electrical power hit her, and the air all around her, traveling outwards in a dome shape, destroying anything and everything in its path. Pulsating with electricity, she lost control of her flight, and fell, down to the ground.
Crash! Esmeralda landed upside down on freshly blown away earth. Still glowing with massive amounts of electrical energy, it appeared to be a miracle that she was still in one piece, after taking a hit from that caliber of power. >>What an attack. I thought I was a done for out there.<< Half of her scales glowed bright with electrical energy, then turned to pieces as small as dust. They had absorbed vast amounts of the electricity, reaching a critical point, and faded away. She was alive because of her scales, having the ability to absorb the energy. Beneath the scales that had crumbled away, was another layer of scales.
Esmeralda thought that the giant monster Ribasu may have thought that she had been killed by the blast. Seizing the opportunity, she made an attempt to change the voice of her telepathic message and feeling to that of Newdeath. She had a slight chance of success because the crafty dragon had managed to intercept one of his telepathic messages, only for a short period of less than a second, but adequate enough for her to come up with a plan that just might work.
Changing her telepathic voice to the cold, male voice of Ray, she said to the behemoth, making it appear that it was coming from Newdeath's direction instead of your own. >>Well done Ribasu! I knew that you would take care of that annoying dragon.<< She paused, then said. >>I know I summoned you here to cause some destruction, but we are trying to keep the casualties to a minimum, and the intimidation of your presence has shown many of these people what it means to have fear. Ribasu, you may return to your many un-fused forms, and leave this place at your choosing.<< She ended her forged telepathic message, keeping her cool the entire time, and making no mistakes. It all came down to whether or not it was believable enough for the monster to take the bait.
This game could be on the verge of shifting gears. If the creatures separated, she might have a chance to take one of them out, making the fusion form of Ribasu impossible to achieve. Now all the emerald dragon had to do was wait. She lay on the ground, upside down, staying as still as she possibly could. Her breathing slowed to a minimum, it would be very difficult to tell that the dragon was still alive, aside from being in one piece.
The mystical sword, wielded by Newdeath, sealed away the space traveling, cross slash. At precisely the same time, far off, in excess twenty kilometers, a small, spider-like drone hid, in dark shadows. A tiny telescopic eye looked toward the battle that was taking place between the swordsman and the cloaked demon. Click! A long range snapshot was taken, and fed into the internal memory banks. Moments later, the data file was coded, then sent to Cly via email. The file was coded with a nearly unstoppable virus, one that could completely take over a computer in less than ten seconds. His Teku communicator was resistant to the virus, and had the file uploaded to it. Linking his mind telepathically with the device, he saw, in his mind's eye, what could give him a better fighting chance at this battle.
While taking part in this secret task, he also had normal thought, occupying a normal capacity of his brain. To anyone who had enough skills to sneak past his high level mind barriers undetected, one would only be able to read the rider's normal thoughts. Picking apart the file that the spider-bot had sent him, he used as little as one quarter of a percent of his brain power, thinking in two different situations at the same time. A feat that most all high levels telepaths would deem impossible, and Cly wasn't even a high level one.
Newdeath ending his speech about his eyes, Cly's heart beat faster. As if given an overdose of caffeine, his body jumped to life, finally waking after a long slumber. Formulating a plan in his head, in his main mind, and purposely not holding up his mind's barriers to the max, he wanted there to be no chance that the silver haired man could find out about his plan. Coming up with a hypothesis about Ray's eyes, how they read attacks very fast, Cly was reminded of his good friend back in America, Uchiha NeVann.
Listening to Ray tell him all about what his Izanagi armor, the sword and shield were capable of, Cly hadn't said a word in response. Newdeath finishing his short speech, Cly said, "I have selective hearing." Cracking a thin smile, he said, "Impatience will be your downfall. My speed will be shown in due time." At the moment he finished his sentence, he saw movement in his peripheral vision.
Appearing in a puff of smoke just to the right of the rider, and charging at Cly, the man who had previously tried to attack him was coming at him again. The man threw the weight of his body at the knight with a single punch, with sufficient power to topple a building. Whispering under his breath, the rider said calmly, "This time, stay down." It happened instantaneously. Cly grabbed the handle of Valor, removed it from it's sheath, performed tens of light cuts, and four thin slashes, all, at what appeared to be, the same time. Extending his sword out, he watched as the henchman knew he never should have attempted such an attack. His clothes fell apart into tiny pieces, completely shredded by the absolute precise strikes performed by the rider, holding back enough not to cut his skin. The four thin slashes pierced the skin. Directed at the muscles in his shoulders and hips, the man felt as they had been severed, making it unable for him to use any of his limbs. He fell down to the ground, defeated.
Somewhat distracted from his main opponent, the rider felt the ground underneath him rumble, and saw out of the corner of his eye that Newdeath had thrust his arm underground. He had virtually no time to react, and sidestepped to the left at the last moment. Break! The gigantic arm burst out of the ground. Grab! Giant fingers held his right leg, just below the knee. Without a moments hesitation, Cly cut his own leg off, off at the knee, with a quick slash of his sword. Separated from his cut off leg, Cly pushed off backwards with his left leg, landing with near perfect balance on the one leg.
Newdeath immediately followed up his attack by straining one of his eyes, summoning black flames. Moving very fast towards the knight, Cly dropped down on all three of his limbs, and gripped the ground with toes and fingers. Dart! Moving on three limbs in the blink of an eye, Cly covered an adequate distance to dodge the speeding flames, but only barely. Some of his medium short dark brown hair was singed by the flame, but it did not get caught on fire. Coming to a stop, only on two of his fingers, balancing on the very tips of each pointer, he rolled on the ground, grabbed an item that was on the ground from the destruction, and came up to his feet.
Ray's attack having ended, Cly said, "Hang on a second." Rusty metal, half a meter in length, with a diameter of three centimeters, an old pipe that had been buried underground. Inside of it, water stains could be seen, caused from many years of use. Taking the pipe in his right hand, Cly reached down, and placed one end of the pipe into the exposed flesh, at the stump of his right leg. Closing his eyes, his healing abilities were activated. Tissue covered the pipe, the metal tube acting like the bone. Forming at the end of the pipe, were small bones. Muscles and nerves spread throughout, covered by skin. He opened his eyes. His right leg, knee down, was half as thin as his normal leg, but had a fully functional right foot. "I'm back."
The rider took in a deep breath, then exhaled. "It seems as though my attacks are useless against you." He stood, unmoving, appearing to be out of options. But appearances can be deceiving. In that small fraction of his mind, Cly had almost fully analyzed the email he had received. Speaking to the white haired man, he said, "You must be thinking to yourself, why does such a weak person fight something that he cannot beat?" He smiled. "Because I'm a Hero." Cly brought his left hand up, tucked his ring finger and pinky back, and moved three fingers toward his face.
Pluck! The darkness of an empty eye socket stared out at Newdeath. In his fingers, he held his left eyeball, dripping with blood. "The only force strong enough to fight against your eyes is..." He closed his right eye. In the empty socket, all the inner parts of an eye formed. His left eyelid covering his left eye, Cly smiled. His right eye opened, staring at Ray. Finishing his sentence, and simultaneously opening his left eye, he said, "...your eyes!"
Crimson red eyes, the knight had Newdeath's strongest weapon. The Immortal Tsukasa eye. Sweat forming on his brow, he said cooly, "You've never faced an opponent like me..." Throb! His entire body collapsed in shock, the Tsukasa eye sucking all his energy, about to kill him. With little strength left, he grabbed the eye, pulled it out, and smashed it on the ground. Breathing heavily, he placed his eye that he had previously taken out, and put it back in.
"It seems as though I made a successful copy of your eyes, but the darkness and power required to fuel them is inhuman." He struggled to rise to his feet, his knees shaking as he barely managed to stand. Cough! Blood spewed out of his mouth, staining the ground in front of him. He managed to smile, even in such pain. He said weakly, "Somehow, I will defeat you." He lost his balance, and collapsed to the ground again.
In his barely conscious state, some words from a book he read came to his mind. "Because you have so little faith, I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Words from the great teacher, from the book of Matthew, chapter seventeen. Cly had been trying to do this all his own, his faith had dwindled, and he had fallen. With faith, nothing is impossible. Searching, the rider found it. Tears came down from his eyes.
Finding new strength, he stood up to his feet, and said to Newdeath, "Light up the darkness!" The blood that he had coughed up earlier evaporated into the air. Cly's body began to glow bright white, an aura of powerful spiritual energy surrouding him. Light spread out in a circle from him, overtaking anything and everything in its path. The henchman who had attacked Cly, and now was unable to move, cried out in pain as the light consumed him. Causing every ounce of darkness to flee from his body, he fell into an unconscous state. No darkness would prosper against a warrior of light. The stronger the darkness, the harder it would fall. The light approached Newdeath. The power divine power of purity would attempt to drive away the deep darkness of Ray. This was the end.