The Chronicles of Drakken

Chapter 16: Strife, The Dark Angel

Raz and Maz stood there in front of Strife, radiating incredible power. Strife was still laughing at this transformation, but their friends could sense the energy and trembled before it. It would seem that the races of White and Dark Dragons had shown themselves in their desperate time of need. They could scarcely believe it themselves, but it was happening right before them. All they had to do now was defeat Strife.

The Drakken Twins were clad in armor from head to toe but had different designs. Raz's armor was black as midnight and fully plated with spikes coming off the shoulder pads, elbow guards, wrist guards, and the toe of the boots. They added to the claws, already sticking out the boots. In Raz's hand was a great sword that expanded the length of his entire body by eight feet. The blade had a black fire burning about it, but it didn't produce any heat at all.

Maz's armor was as white as snow and half-plated with a clean edge design. Unlike Raz's armor, it didn't have spikes. Instead, the suit spoke of a sleek and efficient plan with crosses on the shoulder pads, elbow guards, breastplate, and knee pads. In Maz's hands was a double-headed ax staff that exceeded Maz's height by three feet. The entire weapon radiated heat like nothing else and had a colorful effect of a Super Nova. That was precisely what the weapon was made of. Elements of a Super Nova. This was quite dangerous because Maz had to concentrate on it so it wouldn't burn up the atmosphere.

"Strife! Your time on this planet is done. Leave, or we will kill you!" Raz said as he noticed his voice was unnaturally deep and aggressive. Or was it rough? He wasn't sure and let the thought go.

Strife laughed harder than before and said, "You must be joking. You weak, pathetic fools think you can threaten me. If I weren't going to kill you, I'd make you my court jester. However, I shall entertain your threat and say bring everything you got."

The air between them sizzled with energy as they stared at each other for the longest moment. Then, like lightning, all three warriors disappeared. At least they were moving too fast for the naked eye to catch, but onlookers could still see every strike made, sending out shockwaves with each one. The observers used their arms to cover their faces from the intensity and felt helpless before such power. It was incredible, and none of them thought it was possible until now.

Suddenly, Strife was struck hard and sent crashing into the ground, but not entirely. He was able to catch himself in mid-flight and landed in a crouch. He immediately looked up at the Drakken Twins and felt something hot on his lower lip run down his chin. He raised his hand and wiped it to find the black blood on his fingers. His lip was split open and bleeding. At first, Strife's anger swelled, but then he laughed out loud. He also noticed the dent in his breastplate as he laughed harder.

"I must admit. It's been a long time since someone was able to not only make me bleed but dent my armor, as well. Both of you have strengthened, so I will fight you at fifty percent power now." Strife said as everyone gasped except for Raz and Maz.

"Fifty percent?! You mean he wasn't fighting at full strength?" Rocky said, surprised.

"It doesn't sound like it. I just hope Raz and Maz can handle him," Buckner said as Blaze spoke up.

"Of course, they can. Have faith, guys. They won't let us down," Blaze said as everyone nodded in agreement and continued to watch the fight.

"Bring it, Strife! We can take anything you bring against us," Maz said as Raz nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, all three of them disappeared again. The sounds of battle could be heard from miles away, and the shockwaves grew with greater intensity. The pressure was so intense that not only did windows brea, but so did parts of the guard wall and the Pearl Tower. Their friends struggled hard against it, forcing them to move back from the onslaught. This fight was becoming more dangerous by the minute, and they didn't want to be in the wrath of it.