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power crush those who are not so lucky. This is something you are born with and which will be useful to you, but only if you use the gifts given you. To gain true power, one must embrace the natural self—only then will the heavens open.”
Now you’re not even making sense, Monson replied. I have to embrace my natural self? Haven’t I always embraced my….
The wordless conversation stalled as a memory came to him: a room from a dream…a room of death and gore. He spoke his next words aloud.
“A flash of grey, a flash of silver, a flash of gold that come to a head in blades of black and white.”
Monson gulped, but continued. “I strike this man but come to know, that I cannot win nor overcome…as this man…is me.”
Monson closed his eyes, searching for Gi’s presence, scrambling for answers.
Who is the man? Monson screamed in his mind. Is it Baroty? What’s with the flashes, the blades? What does it all mean?
The backs of his eyelids twitched and burst with color as a voice echoed and the images of four different swords paraded across his vision.
The blades lingered briefly, as Gi parted them while uttering a simple phrase.
“The blade, little one ; forget not the blade….”
Monson opened his eyes. “I’m going to have to forge that blade.”
Casey slapped Monson’s back. “This is no time to be crafting Ninja Gaiden strategies. I thought we were going to save Cyann?”
Monson returned Casey’s slap twofold. Casey winced but starting laughing at the same time. “Ouch dude, that hurt.”
“Good. You deserved it. Hey, Grayson.”
“What’s up, Mr. Grey?”
“Do you have any idea where Cyann is yet?”
Grayson looked over his shoulder and pointed out towards the Battlefield and its warring factions. “Kylie last saw her and her captor moving towards the same place that Baroty and his goons escaped to.”
“Captor? There was only one?” asked Monson.
“Yes. He was transporting her and blasting his way through. Be careful.”
“Can Legon get us on top of the roof away from the fighting?”
“Your wish is our command, O Being of Seven Bloods!”
“I really wish you’d all stop call-ing….”
Monson’s words rushed upwards with his breath as the great Dragoon Legon dived towards the ground, and the fighting below.
***
The next few minutes were tense as Legon, with his human cargo strapped to his back, pulled out of the dive a mere twenty feet from the ground. He skimmed the scalps of their enemies as he leveled out and then shot forward like a bullet. Before any of the Legionnaires or gargoyles could react to their presence, Legon emitted a blistering plume of flames. The fire consumed everything in its path, which was a sizeable amount considering the number of Roman soldiers and gargoyles mixed in among them. It was not enough to have a real effect on the battle, as the numbers of soldiers and magical creatures seemed to be increasing by the second, but the flying fire maneuver did give the members of H.U.M.A.N.E. a much-needed morale boost. They cheered with raised weapons as Legon pulled out of the maneuver, angled up slightly, and stopped right above the edge of the roof of the field. Beneath the roof was a hallway, which, assuming they could get to it, would hopefully keep them from having to fight their way through the ranks of soldiers as they made their way towards the inner parts of the Battlefield .
“Let us off here,” yelled Monson as he prepared to descend from Legon’s back. “We’ll take it from here—you should go and support H.U.M.A.N.E..”
Grayson forced a smile. “Thank you for traveling Air Dragoon; watch that first step and y’all come back now, ya hear?”
The three boys threw their weapons onto the roof and slid carefully off the back of the dragon, rolling as they landed. The bounced up quickly as several airborne gargoyles flew in to confront Legon. Monson gestured forcefully to Grayson.
“Go!”
Grayson waved and made to
Now you’re not even making sense, Monson replied. I have to embrace my natural self? Haven’t I always embraced my….
The wordless conversation stalled as a memory came to him: a room from a dream…a room of death and gore. He spoke his next words aloud.
“A flash of grey, a flash of silver, a flash of gold that come to a head in blades of black and white.”
Monson gulped, but continued. “I strike this man but come to know, that I cannot win nor overcome…as this man…is me.”
Monson closed his eyes, searching for Gi’s presence, scrambling for answers.
Who is the man? Monson screamed in his mind. Is it Baroty? What’s with the flashes, the blades? What does it all mean?
The backs of his eyelids twitched and burst with color as a voice echoed and the images of four different swords paraded across his vision.
The blades lingered briefly, as Gi parted them while uttering a simple phrase.
“The blade, little one ; forget not the blade….”
Monson opened his eyes. “I’m going to have to forge that blade.”
Casey slapped Monson’s back. “This is no time to be crafting Ninja Gaiden strategies. I thought we were going to save Cyann?”
Monson returned Casey’s slap twofold. Casey winced but starting laughing at the same time. “Ouch dude, that hurt.”
“Good. You deserved it. Hey, Grayson.”
“What’s up, Mr. Grey?”
“Do you have any idea where Cyann is yet?”
Grayson looked over his shoulder and pointed out towards the Battlefield and its warring factions. “Kylie last saw her and her captor moving towards the same place that Baroty and his goons escaped to.”
“Captor? There was only one?” asked Monson.
“Yes. He was transporting her and blasting his way through. Be careful.”
“Can Legon get us on top of the roof away from the fighting?”
“Your wish is our command, O Being of Seven Bloods!”
“I really wish you’d all stop call-ing….”
Monson’s words rushed upwards with his breath as the great Dragoon Legon dived towards the ground, and the fighting below.
***
The next few minutes were tense as Legon, with his human cargo strapped to his back, pulled out of the dive a mere twenty feet from the ground. He skimmed the scalps of their enemies as he leveled out and then shot forward like a bullet. Before any of the Legionnaires or gargoyles could react to their presence, Legon emitted a blistering plume of flames. The fire consumed everything in its path, which was a sizeable amount considering the number of Roman soldiers and gargoyles mixed in among them. It was not enough to have a real effect on the battle, as the numbers of soldiers and magical creatures seemed to be increasing by the second, but the flying fire maneuver did give the members of H.U.M.A.N.E. a much-needed morale boost. They cheered with raised weapons as Legon pulled out of the maneuver, angled up slightly, and stopped right above the edge of the roof of the field. Beneath the roof was a hallway, which, assuming they could get to it, would hopefully keep them from having to fight their way through the ranks of soldiers as they made their way towards the inner parts of the Battlefield .
“Let us off here,” yelled Monson as he prepared to descend from Legon’s back. “We’ll take it from here—you should go and support H.U.M.A.N.E..”
Grayson forced a smile. “Thank you for traveling Air Dragoon; watch that first step and y’all come back now, ya hear?”
The three boys threw their weapons onto the roof and slid carefully off the back of the dragon, rolling as they landed. The bounced up quickly as several airborne gargoyles flew in to confront Legon. Monson gestured forcefully to Grayson.
“Go!”
Grayson waved and made to
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