The Change

Death Game! Part 2: Game Over

It was dark now, I was busy sitting in a chair that I had created a moment ago. It was a soothing recliner, then I realized that other people were staring at me. I shrugged and just pushed it off. Henry and Yurik were sitting next to each other beside a small fire, discussing their moves by the look of it. Those two should be discussing what might happen if they go against each other, I had thought to myself.

Out of the blue a large amount of voices started hitting my ears. It was the souls that were in the spirit net, they were crying for their bodies. I sat up in the recliner, slamming my palms over my ears. One at a time though they slowly went away, as they soon began returning to their bodies via the doctors. It wouldn't be long before there would be more people crying to get their bodies back.

I saw a group of people training themselves in a sparring match. The group was huddled around watching the main sparring partners. It wasn't really a large group, as many had fallen in the race. There possibly about 24 contenders in the group, and the rest were outside of it. About 8-12 others to be exact. The battle for tomorrow would probably be a long one, since there were a good amount of contenders.

I wondered what it would be like if I had joined in that sparring match. So I waltzed on over to the group to see who was fighting. There was a man wearing only a pair of pants, a pair of black, metallic wings were apart of his body. his height was not that of a humans, and his skin was pale white. His head carried no indication of a nose or set of ears except slits where his nose would be and small holes where the ears would be. His eyes were stranger than the rest of him, as the pupils were the shape of two crescents sitting back to back.

I studied his fighting stance closely, it was odd. He moved in a powerful, but balanced motion as he threw out his punches. The opponent who was sparring with the man had a hard time fighting as if he was kind of scared to fight. There must have been some trick the winged mans skills. I walked to the inner area of the group and crossed my arms as I watched. When the winged mans opponent made movement towards a strike once again, the winged man countered the strike by grabbing the mans arm and flipped the man over himself.

The winged man then noticed me, and glared at me. It was strange, like the guy knew me from somewhere. I scoffed and turned my head for a moment, then I turned back and he was point at me, and motioning for me to spar with him. "Why not" I rhetorically asked before walking into the circle. As I did, the winged man cracked his knuckles and his neck. His wings fluttered, and that when I heard it, a metallic echo of clinging. I must not have hear it before, but now I definitely heard it.

It sent waves of tingling down my spine as if a surge of electricity flooded my body. It was weird, but I shook it off and got into a stance. For some reason that confused the winged man, and before he had done anything, he spoke. "It doesn't effect you, not at all. Who are you, no, what are you" he questioned. "My name, well, its Creator J. All you really need to know though is that I am going to kick your ass in this sparring match, and tomorrows match" I had replied to strange man, "So who are you?"

The winged man didn't reply right away, instead he jumped in the air and brought his right fist down. Jumping back as his fist slammed into the ground, I noticed his fighting pattern was different this time. It was more aggressive, "My name is Tlilpotonqui Baran, I am an Elite Vanguard from the planet of Vrine. We warriors protect the weak, and defeat dark beings." He jumped in the air, flapping his wings, and then charging at me. I dodged his charge, but got clipped by his right wing. It threw me back slightly. I had slid across the ground before making myself stand back up, and realized that my clothes were tore