Chapter CCCXCV: (With Addition) ~Multehx
Omega snarled as he buried his fist in the cobblestones. The professor just snickered as he leapt nimbly aside. "Is that really all you've got to offer? I expected more from a model of your design."
With a growl, the robot drew his blade overhead and forcibly swung it down at his foe, attempting to cleave him down the middle.
Alfred gave another chortle as he dodged this one just as effortlessly. "Come on, robot, this is just pathetic! Even for one not crafted by the true master of the craft."
Omega was shaking in rage, rattling noisily when a hand fell upon his shoulder. Without even glancing over, he could tell its owner was amazingly calm, simply from the steadiness of the hand even on his shaking shoulder.
"Just relax," Kenzo directed. "You're letting him get you all worked up, and you're hardly presenting a challenge."
A burst of steam shot from the joints of the sphere droid. "But…but…this bastard has kept with that damn cocky, stuck-up attitude since day one!"
Nodding, the knight raised his axe, holding the handle in both hands. "I do not doubt that, but, by letting him get to you so, he gains the crucial edge."
Alfred smirked, leaning on his cane. He observed Kenzo just maintaining his stance, inhaling, exhaling, and continuing this. He snickered, cocking a brow. "What's the matter; feeling your age?"
"No, not quite," was his response. The eyes within the darkness of the helmet narrowed, frowning in concentration with a hint of a smirk. "Feeling quite lucky, really."
Alfred stumbled back as he watched the metal man bend at the knees, then launch himself high into the air. The blond wiggled his eyebrows as was his habit before he squinted, attempting to spot the assailant from above. Eventually, a growing whooshing grew louder as the large figure fell speedily towards his target. Nsvem barely had time to leap back as the massive mechna knight crashed down, burying up to the ankle in the stone, shaking the ground violently. He also barely had time to dodge as the massive axe swung to cleave where his neck was cleanly from his shoulders. Though it wasn't evident, it still was there – in a way, so the man ducked as fast as he could.
A flurry of blond hairs drifted in the wind as a good bit of one of his locks had the top completely removed.
"ACH!" the professor cried, wincing as he felt the wind from the blade pass overhead. Immediately he sprung to his feet again, throwing a gloved hand forth and clamping it on the knight's left wrist, preventing it or the axe from moving. He did the same with the other wrist, but his fingers grasped at air. Mentally, a curse hung heavily as he glanced to that hand.
Kenzo smirked as he saw the man get extremely pale as he saw. No hand. It just ended at the hollow metal arm just above where the gauntlet would form a wrist.
Alfred deadpanned nervously. "I really, really do not like you..." he muttered, moments before the metal fist plowed into the side of his head with an echoing ringing.
The knight smirked as the professor flew to the side, bounced across the stones, and rolled a bit before flipping to his feet. He fumed, hair crackling with wild electricity.
Kenzo grinned, hand rejoining its
respective limb. "All in the wrist."
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Ratch muttered
as the mage vaulted off of his shoulder to avoid a ball of flames that smacked
into the ground where he had been seconds before. Irate shouts and profane
orders were shouted from somewhere behind them, but the two didn't need to look
back. It was a pretty self explanatory thing: many, many angry, bloodthirsty
demons, foaming at the mouth, wielding all sorts and makes of weapons, and two
massively powerful, very irate sorcerers, all in hot pursuit. That tended to be
one of the things in life that didn't merit a glance over the shoulder to confirm.
Simply "keep running" was the appropriate action.
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Myriad were the colors of the swirling dark vortex tunnels. Woven madly,
interlocking, crossing over one another, with little rhyme or reason they were.
They formed at one time what was nicknamed by the few who knew of it and its
creator the "
But, in recent years, much of it had been overrun by the "Rip Watcher", that goody-goody, C.R. But, though much of it had been cleansed for the purposes of good, at the heart of it all lay a totally untouched realm of pure evil. The negative energy hung thick in the air, cutting off all oxygen, preventing the existence of most biotic lifeforms. Those that did not require such usually didn't make it with the exposure to such evil exposure twenty-four-seven.
At its core sat a chamber. Within it, upon a raised dais, atop a flight of stone stairs stood a stone chair: a throne. In it sat a figure: still, motionless, clutching the twisted weapon of pure evil in its gloved hand. The other curved its fingers over its armrest menacingly, possessively. His eyes were shut and not a sign of life was to be seen in him.
From the walls of the chamber, the tunnels, the very surroundings, an echoing sound came. Dull at first; so constant it seemed to be a steady droning. But, as the minutes wore on, it slowed and became more pronounced.
Thump.
Thump.
Thud-Thud.
Thump.
Thud-Thud.
It continued on, reverberating off the walls, penetrating every corner of the place. A faint pulsing of light in the dark walls in tune with the beating seemed to begin as well.
Outside, the hallway was silent. The only being to stand in it was the robot, Malfector, who leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes never strayed from the ancient wooden door. Dark light was beginning to grow brighter and brighter, if that was possible really, around its edges. A dull, rhythmic sound began to emanate from within. Silently, the robot watched, never budging, never blinking.
The rumbling wasn't physical, but anyone with a sense of anything…beyond the conventional world could feel it. A slight, sly, sinister grin appeared upon the face of the unmoving one, at home within his realm.
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In the midst of
a snowy hill, in the city of