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oliveryungo · (This post was last modified: 02-28-2012, 06:58 AM by oliveryungo.)

To anyone who saw my bio and thought that this wouldn't be started before summer- I LIED (insert evil laugh)
Well, I'll cut the rubbish and get to the point-story about war between Duckpire and Eggpire, and sequel to the wrath of MH. Recommended that you should read that before reading this.

Part one- (can't think of appropiate title) (Click to View)

A blur of motion. Faces, both human and not quite so, flashed by. A city that was once great, but half was reduced to a pile of flaming rubble, evidence that a battle of epic proportions had taken place. And then he hit the ground and everything went black.

As the world came into focus around him, he managed to make out a tall figure standing over him.
“Hello, and welcome to the forum, reeves. I’m Bamboori, one of the moderators here. If you have any questions, just ask any of us.”
Reeves sat up and rubbed his eyes. He was lying in a large building with gleaming white tiles. However, despite the tidiness of the inside, he could clearly see large-scale construction work being done outside.
Bamboori saw him glance outside. “Don’t worry about that. Nearly half the forum was destroyed when the infamous bot-creator Likaser took control of MH-Razen, the Administrator. Having all the power of an Administrator under the control of evil isn’t a party. LFE has to be rebuilt, post by post” he said morosely. “Anyway, I’d better be going now. It is hell on LFE for us Moderators to make sure construction goes smoothly.”
Just then, the sound of something immense falling shook the building.
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF EGGS HAPPENED NOW?!” Bamboori roared suddenly, completely losing it. He stormed outside the building and prepared to vaporize whoever responsible, but an unexpected sight greeted him. Instead of yet another thread crumbling to dust, a figure lay slumped on the dust-covered pavement.
A pair of cracked glasses lay beside the person. His face was shrouded by soot, but Bamboori already knew exactly who it was. A large war hammer rested on his limp hand.
“Who is it?” asked Reeves, who had been following Bamboori.
“This is Simoneon, Global Moderator and revered throughout LFE for his amazing bot-banning abilities” whispered Bamboori. “But I don’t understand….who could have….”
The bright orange aura that had surrounded Simoneon faded away to be replaced by a blue one- a mark of VIP members. A few threads over, a column of orange light shot up into the sky.
“That’s….that’s….Alectric’s aura…..he’s replaced Simoneon as Global Moderator?! This changes the balance of power between the empires!” He clenched his fist. “This is the last straw….it calls for…WAR.”

Part two (Click to View)

As those words were uttered, the sky of LFE rumbled and black clouds blossomed, like ice crystals forming across water. Members paused to watch the terrifying yet strangely transfixing scene. A deadly silence blanketed the forum.
In a vortex of orange and rainbow light, the Duck Lord Alectric materialized in front of the duo, and struck a victorious pose.
“Cut the crap AND the pose, Alectric, and tell me why you’re here” snarled Bamboori.
“Why I’m here? You just declared war on the Great Duck himself!” shot back Alectric.
“You’ve usurped Simoneon’s power!”
“I have not! I signed all the legal paperwork and did the secret handshakes!”
“Then what happened to Somin?” Bamboori pointed an accusing finger at the unconscious body of the now-VIP.
“He was fighting with Phil! Seriously! Phil even lost his cat image!”
The words barely left Alectric’s mouth when a lethal looking egg (it was covered in Justin Bieber images) flew towards him. The egg exploded violently, the shockwave shattering the pavement.
And yet Alectric stood unscathed. He wagged a finger at Bamboori.
“I’m a Global Moderator now, Your Eggness. You can’t match my power. I advise you go check out the forum statistics.” He vanished.
An instant later, Bamboori teleported himself and Reeves to the forum statistics.
Reeves gasped. “According to these statistics….Alectric is the third top banner?! But I thought you said Simoneon was? Yet here he’s the 6th with a puny 16 users banned…”
He turned and was shocked to see Bamboori sink to his knees.
“No….” he whispered, eyes focused in horror on the forum statistics.
And suddenly he stiffened. His face morphed into a mask of determination. Reeves could practically feel the rage emanating off him.
“The cocky guy…he’s going to regret this…not even a shred of mercy.” The legendary Eggrenade materialized in his hand. His pale green aura, in the shape of an egg, flared up around him.
“Beware, Alectric….I’m coming down on you hard.”

Part three (Click to View)

Part four (Click to View)

Before whatever blast could be unleashed, Reaper appeared in front of him in a swirl of black cloth and darkness and cast a net of energy over Duckscalibur. Alectric gave him a look of contempt.
“Think that’s going to hold Duckscalibur, the greatest weapon ever to strike the earth?”
“It won’t if there wasn’t something else to hold it in place” said SirFrog, arriving in a flash of lightning.
The duo moved away as the net exploded, shrouding Alectric in a cloud of smoke.
SirFrog roared as he brought Asc’An, charged and electricity spewing in all directions, down on Alectric.
A sphere of blinding yellow light erupted from where the battle was commencing. The force of the explosion was such that gales of wind buffeted and swayed the nearby buildings.
“Is he done for?” Reeves asked Bamboori.
“It’ll take a lot more than that to defeat a Global Moderator” he replied grimly.
Right on cue, the smoke was blown away. Alectric, striking another pose, stood immaculate and weapon glowing once more.
“Eat my Duck of Justice!” Alectric yelled, and a torrent of yellow knocked all 3 Moderators to their feet. Reeves barely managed to jump out of the way.
Quick as lightning, or maybe because lightning was spurting from his sword again, SirFrog bounded towards Alectric once more. Reaper unsheathed his scythe, twirled it in the air and rushed the enemy. Bamboori drew his one hundred percent genuine super-hard egg-shard sword.
“Normally we don’t take sides, but this must be done for the sake of keeping peace in LFE” SirFrog and Reaper said simultaneously.
“Eat my dust” snarled Alectric. His figure warped into a shimmering haze of colors. Alectric, now completely composed of rainbow light, stayed momentarily still then flashed around them.
Bamboori could barely block Alectric’s strike as he came at an inconceivable speed. It was like fighting hundreds of swordsmen all at once. He wanted to know how SirFrog and Reaper were doing, but it took all his concentration to merely block Alectric’s blows.
Bamboori stumbled as the Duck Lord hit him hard. Then he realized Alectric had stopped attacking him. His eyes widened and he realized Alectric had been fighting all three Moderators simultaneously. And now he was going after Reaper.
The Stories section Moderator quickly erected a purple shield with some sort of weird symbol on it, but there was a sound like sheets and sheets of glass shattered one after the other and the shield faded into nothing. A split second after that, Reaper was quite literally shredded by a swirl of rainbows, cloth flying into the air. He crumpled.
SirFrog barely had time to register the defeat before Alectric came after him. SirFrog managed to get one shot of lightning off, which was evaded easily by his opponent, before being struck by Alectric so hard into the ground he created his very own crater.
The Eggpire founder readied his sword for Alectric’s eventual attack, but it never came. Instead Alectric reverted back to his normal form, and laughed.
“You’re wondering why I’m not going to smash you into smithereens. It’s not because I can’t, duh. It’s because I’m going to let you hide and cower in the shadows and let my ducks do the dirty work for me. You’re so pathetic there, holding his puny sword and trembling like someone in dire need of a toilet. Just like-“
“OH MY GOSH, FISH!!” blurted Bamboori, pointing accusingly behind Alectric.
Alectric frowned and was momentarily confused.
“What in the name of Duck?”
Bamboori used this moment to dash away from him. Alectric didn’t even try to stop him.
“Run, little egg, run. Oh wait, eggs can’t run. Ermmmm. Ehh. Hop, little egg, hop. Your time is limited…” taunted Alectric as he faded from sight.

Part five (Click to View)

Bamboori stopped after a mile or two, completely out of breath. He’d underestimated Alectric severely. The battle had taken a heavy toll on him. Egg white, already beginning to foam, spilled from his mouth. Kneeling, he retched up some more.
He could feel unconsciousness taking over. Before he blacked out, he made out the figure of Reeves leaning over him.

He awoke in the Eggpire Palace. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up groggily. He spotted Reeves and the Eggpire General, Someone else, looking at him concernedly.
“Ouch…what happened?” asked Bamboori.
“You were on the verge of death” Someone else said solemnly. “If it weren’t for Reeves here” he gestured at Reeves, “who immediately contacted me, you might have joined the great egg in the sky.”
“You mean the sun?” a nosy egg said.
Bamboori scowled and flicked his hand. The egg ruptured.
“Anyway” Bamboori said, ignoring the remains of the unfortunate egg sliding down the walls, ‘I sincerely thank you, Reeves. Your bravery deserves an award.”
Reeves started to protest until Bamboori cut across him.
“You saved my life. Hence, I am gifting you with some minor power, also known as “reputation”. The higher the rep you have, the more you can swear in the forums without getting in trouble, until you can virtually spam, like the VIPs. Okay, maybe that’s not the best thing to say, but a good reputation on the forum means your power level goes up, and the effect of your flaming will become larger.
Reeves tried it. Instead of the laughably small pinpricks of flame that manifested in the first few hours of his registration, a large fireball appeared, a sphere of writhing orange and yellow.
Bamboori smiled. “That sudden increase of power isn’t normal, but you’ve got then entire Eggpire thanking you. Well, that’s that cleared up” he said briskly. ‘We’ve got to get organized. Someone else, how much troops does the enemy currently have?”
Someone else swallowed. “I’m afraid to say more than 800 ducks are currently stationed at the Duck Headquarters. I daresay more lurk in the forum.
Bamboori’s mouth fell open. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“I kid you not, sir. Ducks have always been secretive in the past. Now Alectric is a Global Moderator, he’s thrown caution to the winds. And in my opinion, he can. With Phil incapacitated, only the Administrators can stop him now. Goodness knows where they are right now.”
“That’s not quite accurate” Someone else said. “You’ve been unconscious for 3 days. You couldn’t have known.” Trying to ignore the gaping of Bamboori at finding out his recovery time, he continued. “In these days, there’s been a new Global Moderator. Azriel.”
Bamboori’s look of shock soon morphed into one of horror. “If so, that means Alectric will either try to get the only threat to his success of winning this war to be on his side….or..”
“He might decide to dispatch him.” Reeves finished. “And that’s what I would guess he would do.”

Part six (Click to View)

Alectric entered the cave and weaved his way through an assortment of odd objects, like gambling chips and necklaces that dangled precariously from the low ceiling. Dim lights, apparently emanating from the rock itself, eerily lit the cave.
Trust Azriel to live in a hellhole like this, he though. He cast his mind back to the Duck Headquarters, with the Jacuzzi, hot springs, 3D TV, Alienware laptop, etc.
Something cracked. The sound echoed in the seemingly empty cave and he froze. Slowly lifting his right foot, he found out that he had carelessly stepped on a glass cup. With low-life normal Moderators he wouldn’t have cared at all, but Azriel was a Global Moderator now. He had the capability to defeat him.
Then something flashed and a card flew towards him. He bent backwards to avoid it, Matrix style, and it soared a mere centimeter above his head.
Alectric cursed and readied his Duckscalibur. Not that it would be useful in a cramped space like this.
Another card flew out at him. He adopted a fighting stance until a voice came out of the darkness that covered the end of the cave.
“Five of clubs.”
The card glowed and split into 5 shapes, which then solidified into spheres. The orbs rammed against Alectric’s chest. Hard.
He was blown back out of the cave. Briefly soaring in the air, he landed on the ground with considerable force.
Moving with agility that surpassed even his own, Azriel rushed out of the cave and hit him soundly on the face. He flew back another 30 meters.
“Okay…you are totally going to regret this” Alectric growled. He swung Duckscalibur and a massive blast of light was unleashed.
Azriel didn’t even flinch. Another card materialized in his hand and he threw it on the ground in front of him.
“Four of diamonds” he said softly, and a wall of four huge diamonds crisscrossing each other erupted out of the ground. The light was simply refracted by the barrier.
The new Global Moderator continued the assault. He threw 3 cards in rapid succession and spoke once again.
“Seven of diamonds, two of spades, four of clubs!” This time seven very long, thin diamonds split the ground around Alectric, all facing him. Then two knifelike projectiles of pure energy struck him shoulders. Finally, four chains with heavy balls attached affixed themselves to his limbs.
Azriel gave a ghost of a smile. “Completely trapped, Alectric. Don’t think I wasn’t expecting you.” And he was right. The knives/poles/pencils were limiting his arm movements, along with the chains. The circle of crystals meant he had nowhere to move anyway. It was almost like when he was locked in his room by his parents again, only not as bad.
And he’d escaped that torture chamber before. This wouldn’t be that hard.
Alectric’s aura flared up. Such was the intensity of it that the bonds holding him shattered into nothing. Flexing his arms, he beckoned Azriel to attack.
“Okay, pretty boy, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Azriel nodded, and his own white aura blazed. He conjured up more cards, and Duckscalibur glowed in anticipation. Concrete cracked and levitated from the sheer power radiating off the two Global Moderators.
“Alright” said Alectric. “Let’s dance.”

Part seven (Click to View)

The sounds of battle echoed throughout LFE. The noise was such that it awoke the last Moderator not involved yet, the koala, from a deep sleep. He scanned the scene, thought about intervening, but decided against it. Still some more eucalyptus leaves to finish off, he thought.
In the fight, Azriel silently cursed the inability of Blow_fly98 to get off his furry butt and actually do something worthwhile. It might’ve had something to do with the fact that he was Moderator of arguably the most inactive section of the forum, Programming, which could go up for months without having a single new post in it.
Alectric attacked once again, stabbing furiously with Duckscalibur. He barely managed to avoid all the strikes, and only managed to counter an especially nasty one aimed at his head by Moderator-level flaming, unleashing a large plume of flame that forced back Alectric.
“Enough” Azriel muttered, and pulled out a card from the air. “Ace of diamonds!”
The space surrounding the card seemed to bend and in a whirl of cold air, a 4-foot long pike, composed entirely of red crystal, was clutched in his hand.
Without hesitation, Azriel charged and swung his new weapon. Alectric blocked it, but was sent skidding backwards. His guard wasn’t fully back up yet when Azriel leapt in to end everything, four more cards sparkling with energy in his hands.
“Quintuple Diamonds- Straight Ace!” Alectric’s eyes widened as the cards transmitted into light that flowed into Azriel’s weapon. The pike grew 4 protrusions along its sides and extended with near-incomprehensible speed.
“Oh, hell” Alectric whispered as the elongated pike slammed into Duckscalibur and pinned it to his chest.

The koala watched on as he slowly chewed some eucalyptus leaves. He saw a tiny figure being propelled across the length of LFE by a long, glittering object.
No doubt that Azriel is going beast on Alectric, he mused. Other mundane things crossed his mind after that, such as the mystery of why cough drops taste so awesome and dinosaurs.
Just as he was about to take another bit out of some more leaves, they promptly vaporized in his hand.
What in the world of- he glanced back at the battle. Blades of yellow were flying everywhere.
It can’t be! Duckscalibur’s ultimate area of effect attack, “Purge of the gnawing Duck teeth!”
Buildings crumbled one after another, victims of Alectric’s fury.
Well, that’s it. That duck’s gonna pay for what’s he’s doing to LFE….as well as the bill for my destroyed eucalyptus leaves.
Blow_fly98, Moderator of the Programming section, teleported in a whirl of leaves, leaving only the smell of eucalyptus behind.

Part eight (Click to View)

“Ouch” would be the understatement of the decade right now, thought Alectric after being smashed through countless buildings. It didn’t matter though. Clearing the area nearby, that is to say, blasting everything to pieces, would create an advantage to him. Azriel’s techniques rely on his cards. The diamonds and the clubs had the ability to root him to a spot, but in this vast expanse of space, there’s no way he can hit me.
Azriel knew exactly what Alectric was thinking, and unfortunately he was right. His techniques were designed for enclosed space combat. Even though he was faster, Alectric still had sufficient speed to dodge everything he had to throw at him, given the distance between them. Azriel gritted his teeth. He didn’t have any area of effect attacks, save for one which was considered an absolute last resort. Without a distraction, he couldn’t flee either, and Alectric was bound to be wary….
His train of thought was interrupted by a flash of green. Leaves swirled furiously around, as if a great wind was aggravating them.
Azriel stared in amazement as a big, grey mound of fur, also known as Blow_fly98, materialized in the space between the two Global Moderators, and would probably be vaporized by Alectric within 2 seconds.
However, his random and next-to-impossible appearance startled Alectric for a split second. There was Blow_fly98, grinning and sword drawn, staring right at him. The Moderator’s oblivious attitude towards his enhanced Duck powers infuriated him too.
“Leave. This is not your fight” Alectric growled.
He got no response, except for the smile that was still plastered on the Programming section Moderator. A blank smile. An idiot’s smile, he thought. The nerve of the noob. Honestly.
“…in that case, eat duck.” A ray of light shot out of Duckscalibur and literally shattered Blow_fly98.
“Now then, shall we continue…..wait, what?” He looked around. Azriel was nowhere to be seen. He glanced back at the remains of “Blow_fly98”. The fur melted into illegible code.
“A mere copy, designed to distract me and allow Azriel to escape…I think there’s only one word to describe the situation,” talking to himself.
“FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!”

In the distance, Azriel and Blowfly_98 heard Alectric’s ragevoice and smiled.

Part nine (Click to View)

There was a flurry of action at the Eggpire Palace. Messenger eggs dashed (hopped?) around. Soldier eggs equipped themselves with fifty percent genuine medium-hard egg-shard sword.
“Uh, may I ask, sir, but why do your minions only have fifty percent genuine medium-hard egg-shard swords, while you have your one hundred percent genuine super-hard egg-shard sword?” asked Reeves.
“Well, they couldn’t have the best, could they? That’s reserved for me, the king, the ruler, the death of all” Bamboori said smugly. “The leader carries the ultimate doom ‘HOLY EGGS IT’S ATTACK POWER IS OVER 9000” flashy weapon, but the soldiers, for obvious reasons, can’t wield it.”
“Why?”
“Paranoia, isn’t it? The higher you are, the harder you fall. What if one of your soldiers turned that level 1337 weapon against you? We’d all be scrambled egg.”
“Fear is a necessity” Bamboori continued. “Without fear, we’d all be cocky sneering morons who need to be taught a lesson, or, say, Alectric. Fear mitigates chaos, for if there is no fear there is no order. Fear-“
“I have important news” interrupted Someone else, the Eggpire general.
Reeves looked shocked. It was as if Someone else simply materialized out of thin air, much like the typical stalking Moderator.
“You cut into my sagely speech of epic proportions” scowled Bamboori. “What is it this time?”
“Sir, our scouts report mass movement near the Duckpire Fortress. They really are serious this time. It appears they will launch a full-on attack on this very place. Those pesky propaganda leaflets insist the ducks will ‘tear the Eggpire Palace down brick by brick and barbecue all eggs in a giant feast’. This obviously is all hot air, but we must mobilize our forces if we are to stand a fighting chance in this war.” Someone else said solemnly.
Bamboori’s expression hardened. “Then we must move with haste.” He stood up, took a deep breath, and roared in a booming voice-
“ATTENTION EGGS! The ducks have reported to be moving towards us. They have announced that they intend to completely eradicate this place and all who stand here. Perhaps Alectric thinks that we will cave in to such threats. BUT WE WILL STAND STRONG IN THE FACE OF THE GREATEST THREAT THAT EVER STOOD BEFORE US SINCE THAT REBECCA BLACK FANATIC! The one who spammed us all with that moronic ‘Friday’ thing, remember. WE WILL FIGHT WITH OUR HEARTS FILLED WITH COURAGE AND HONOR, NOT COWARDICE. WE WILL FIGHT WITH SUCH FEROCITY ALECTRIC WON’T KNOW WHAT HIT HIM. FOR THE EGGPIRE!”
“FOR THE EGGPIRE!” the audience shouted.
Is this all really necessary? Reeves said to himself in his mind. True, Alectric’s an arrogant person/duck, but war? I don’t think these eggs have thought about this. They plan to rush into war, shouting and yelling, and what if they win? Thousands dead? The battlefield awash with the blood of countless ducks or eggs? This is wrong.
Bamboori sensed Reeves’ reluctance and doubt and talked to him telepathically.
War may not be the glorious event some people might think it to be. But that duck has replaced Simoneon, through unorthodox means. He tried to kill Azriel. That schemer NEEDS to be wiped off the face of this forum, once and for all. It’s for the best of us.
Reeves nodded, but still his mind was in turmoil. And what exactly is for the best of us? You can’t decide that, Bamboori. Not on your own. We’re not you.
He turned and walked away, leaving Bamboori in hushed, rapid discussion with his strategists.

Part ten (Click to View)

“356 casualties for us, 523 for them. No one important incapacitated, but Me’n’Mine injured from an ambush in the Projects thread recruiting members. Flesh wound, nothing more.”
“Good. We’re making progress” said Bamboori. He dismissed the egg scout. “Alectric cannot hold out for much longer. He’s as doomed as a guy trying to write his 4000 word essay that’s due in the next day that he hasn’t started. At 11:30pm. He’s roast duck this time.”
Reeves stayed quiet. Every time one of the eggs filed a report, he couldn’t help but thinking about the injured, the dead. All those lives wasted, and for what? A little argument? He shook his head. This shouldn’t be happening, he thought. It’s no different than when MH-Razen was possessed by that bot-creating hacker and rampaged through the forum.
Bamboori glanced at him. “This won’t last much longer, Reeves. The war is coming to an end, and the Eggpire will stand victorious. Those who have lost their lives will not have died in vain.”
Reeves glared at him. “They should not have died in the first place. This war is a waste of time and lives.”
“One day, Reeves. One day you’ll understand. That sacrifices need to be made. It’s for the greater good.”
Greater good. He turned away in disgust. That’s what they all say. That’s the excuse of tyrants who cannot justify their actions in any other way.
As he was about to leave, the Eggpire Palace shook. Dust cascaded from the ceiling. All eyes turned towards the entrance, and saw the orange stream rumbling towards them.
In an almighty crash, the Duck Lord and Global Moderator, Alectric, landed in front of Bamboori.
“You…you dare come here?” stuttered Bamboori.
“Yes, I dare” replied Alectric with a smug smile. “And now, I will tear this place down brick by brick.”
“This is against the rules of the forums!” The Eggpire ruler got to his feet. “You cannot do this!”
“No u.” And with that he charged.
Improbably fast, Bamboori grabbed his dagger and slashed. Alectric’s eyes widened as the weapon arced towards him. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. He could see his own reflection in the blade. Handsome as ever. Then time resumed its normal pace.
“This is totally like some cheesy B-movie with subpar action scenes..” he thought as Bamboori brought his hand down.

Part eleven (Click to View)

Blood spurted into the air as Bamboori’s dagger cut through Alectric. The Duck Lord’s mouth opened and closed slowly while his eyes stared disbelievingly at the gash that now ran from his torso to his neck.
“How…how…” whispered Alectric, his eyes still wide in shock.
“You overestimated yourself, my egotistical friend. You let your guard down, assuming you could crush us all. Piece of cake, you probably thought. Well, my dear Alectric, facing the Eggpire isn’t cake. It’s pie. Pie in the sky, in fact. Behold.” Bamboori gestured towards the battlefield, barely visible in the distance. “Your forces are crumbling. Our casualties are almost half of that of yours. This war will end very soon, and will end even sooner with the death of the opposition’s leader.”
Bamboori placed his dagger at Alectric’s throat. “The time has come for you to join the great duck in the sky.”
Without warning, Alectric’s eyes blazed with anger and fury. A surge of orange energy erupted from his form and send Bamboori flying backwards. He summoned Duckscalibur, shining in all its glory, and raised it high.
“ABANDON YOUR ARROGANCE, DUCK!” roared Alectric. “YOU, A MERE MODERATOR, CANNOT DEFEAT ME, A TRANSCENDENT BEING! WITNESS! THE TRUE POWER OF A GLOBAL MODERATOR!” His orange aura flowed into Duckscalibur, as if the sword was sucking away his power. The eyes of the duck image engraved onto the sword seemed to flash briefly. Alectric dashed towards the stunned Bamboori and swung his weapon. A mighty explosion tore through the Eggpire Palace that pierced the evening sky. It rivaled the size of Alectric’s ego- even bigger than the Birthday thread.
The Duck Lord stood in the rubble that used to be the Eggpire Palace. He sniffed disdainfully.
“So, you managed to avoid it….very impressive.” He sneered. “For a mere Moderator.”
Behind him, the dust swirled and the air cleared. Alectric turned around, and Bamboori stood defiantly in front of him. His own aura, a pure white, encased his body.
“Words are nothing” murmured Bamboori. “Let us find out, once for all, which of us is truly the stronger.”
Alectric gripped his sword tightly. “Let’s dance.”
Auras trailing behind them, they charged at each other.
“This ends now” they said simultaneously as their blades were about to clash.

Part 12- the final (Click to View)

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