Ark Lore Part 4: The Conclusion

The Streets of Phayor

Lars stood painting in the middle of a crumbling street preparing him self for another attack.

"Awww out of energy already? It's about time I start playing seriously," Clark cackled as four tentacles erupted out of his back. The top two lunged towards Lars as Clark used the bottom two as stilts to lift himself into the air. As the tentacles closed in on Lars, Lars used the Axe of the Oppressed to slice them, preventing them from attacking him.

"You call that Playing Seriously!?" Lars teased as the artificial Stone of Death began to glow.

"Shut up!" Clark shouted back as he lifted himself higher in the air.

"I will never!" Lars screamed as he slammed the Axe of the Oppressed down causing a black projectile to shoot out of the artificial Stone of Death. Clark began to charge a purple rune to counter Lars' attack. As Lars' projectile neared Clark, he disappeared into the shadows causing an already ruined building to be damaged even further.

"Where did you run off to now coward!" Lars yelled into the empty street as he paced around looking for Clark. After Lars shouted down the empty street he felt a cold wind hit him from behind. He turned to see a large beam heading for him at a fast pace. The Stone of Healing engulfed Lars in a green light protecting him. The beam pushed Lars back as he withstood the attack. Soon the beam ended, causing the Stone of Healing to stop protecting Lars. in this split second of time Clark used a tentacle to slam Lars to the ground.

"GHhaaa," Lars screamed as he hit his head and fell on his back.

"Who's the coward now?" Clark asked as he stepped out of an alley.

"I'm not done yet!" Lars said as he lifted his head up.

"Oh just learn to give up!" Clark said as he kicked Lars in the jaw causing him to hit his head against the ground again. As Lars hit the ground again Clark stepped on Lars' chest to keep him in place.

"Give up, this fight is over," Clark demanded as he used his free foot to kick the Axe of the Oppressed away from Lars.

"This fight isn't over until my last breath leaves my lips," Lars grunted out as Clark applied more pressure to his chest.

"Oh, is it then?" Clark asked with a twisted smile as a tentacle appeared behind him. Lars closed his eye and inhaled deeply in preparation for what's to come. But the searing pain Lars anticipated never came, after an awkward moment Lars opened his eye to see the tentacle slowly slithering its way to the Crown of Arks. in just a few pain stanchly long seconds the tentacle was wrapped around the Crown of Arks before it began to pry at it.

"OH JUST LET GO YOU STUPID PIECE OF METAL!" Clark yelled as the Crown of Arks refused to budge from floating atop Lars' horns. As Clark became flustered he decreased the pressure he was putting on Lars allowing him to move his arms a little. Lars held his breath as he moved his free right hand down to his belt and gripped onto the handle of the dagger. Lars had his hand firmly on the dagger and ready to strike all he had to do was to find the right moment to strike. As Clark continued to pull at the Crown of Arks he loosened his grip on Lars he even got to the point where he completely stepped off him to begin to charge a rune.

"Now's the time!" Lars thought to himself as the Stone of Speed began to glow. Lars swiftly rolled upwards and stabbed the dagger into Clark's shoulder. Blood spattered down and hit the ground.

"What... is happening to me?" Clark weakly asked as a pink light emanated from the Stone of Peace. Lars pulled the dagger out and pointed it directly into Clark's face.

"Obey my orders or face the consequences!"

"Yes sir!" Clark said obediently as the shadows that filled his eyes faded and his yellow iris became pink.