Rhett Murdar, dismissed and driven, now journeys to mend the world's wrongs and compose a symphony of perfect lives-an ode to a harmonious existence where every soul finds its rightful place.
An undertale story. Not affiliated to the already exist...
The sun shines bright over the battlefield. The two warriors duel with all their might, covering the area in a wicked sense of bloodlust.
NOR: This doesn't change nothing! MLC: Your expression says differently.
Noire dashes towards Malachi and swings her axe. She uses Akumu to help fight against him. Malachi stays smirking. He's enjoying this fight.
NOR: So irritating.
Noire shoots spikes towards Malachi, who retaliates by replicating arrows, piercing the spikes and stopping her attack. Malachi dashes towards Noire and swings his axe at immense speeds. Noire is barely keeping up. She grips her axe tight and lunges forwards. Malachi does the same and clashes with Noire. She uses her tentacles to overpower Malachi and throw his axe far away.
MLC: Tsk, I was just getting used to it as well. NOR: Use your own shit. MLC: Since you're insisting.
Malachi replicates a two sided blade. Noire is confused at the construction since it seems impractical to bear a blade that can possibly harm the user.
MLC: Don't worry, it's not my first time.
Malachi points his weapon at Noire, before dashing towards her. He strikes multiple times. Noire blocks his attack but a ominous smirk appears on Malachis' face. His blade disbands into two and gets past Noires' axe, injuring her badly. Her breathing gets heavy.
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Noires' skin starts to peel off, transforming into a terrifying monster. Massive amounts of ominous energy emit from her body. Malachi bears a worried look.
NOR: Prepare to ĐłɆ.
Noire dashes towards Malachi with increased momentum. In order to avoid a fatal blow, Malachi replicates numerous weapons and throws them at Noire, managing to slow her down... but it wasn't enough. Finding each other face to face, Malachi can't do anything but just wait for his demise. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Noires' axe is just instants away.
MLC: (It was fun, but I wish I got to use all of my power. Too bad there's civilians still inside the centre. Oh well, it's all over anyways.) JCK: Thread of Fate!
Unexpectedly, a weird feeling crawls on Malachis' back. Right before Noires' axe could connect, her swing gets altered and she misses. Malachi takes this opportunity to blast Noire away with a bomb. She crashes into the wall. Malachi stabilizes his breathing and looks back. A woman in a witches' wear descends from the air and waves at him.
MLC: You still haven't learned how to respect someone elses' fight it seems. JCK: Ah- Hmph! I saved your life, show some respect! MLC: Since when do you save other people from dying? JCK: Since forever! Don't make me look like a bad guy! Besides, I couldn't let someone so handsome die so young. MLC: *sigh* It really didn't take you long to move on, for crying out loud, Gall died a month ago! JCK: You're making me regret saving you. MLC: Let's just get this over with.
Noire blows the debris away and rises from the ashes with a sinister look on her face. Malachi and Jackie ready their weapons and spells for battle.
