The Last Crusader

13

Draco had been in hot pursuit of Morningstar. His wings allowed him to scale the buildings and cross the rooftops with ease. While even with his strength and power, Morningstar needed to leap and climb. Though, at superhuman speeds and feats of strength matching if not surpassing Draco's natural ability. The mask gave Devlin abilities far beyond his imagination. Limited by nothing more than his will to use its magic. Draco hoped that one of the others would catch up, unsure he would even have the energy to fight if he could reach Devlin in time.

It's been like this for years. Their entire childhood. Brooks and Avalon. Both their fathers were Generals under Obatta Sameera. And their legacies fell upon those boys' shoulders. Draco used his weight to take to the skies and protect his home. Zenith wanted to be the best above everyone else, tired of being second to Draco.

Draco lost sight of Morningstar. Draco took in a breath of air, blowing out a gust of wind as Morningstar's fist appeared centimeters from Draco's chin. Morningstar was knocked back, the mask beginning to absorb Devlin's neck, and left shoulder in a black lacquer.

Draco hovered above, observing Morningstar for its next move, unsure whether what remained was human after the last beast.

"You want to talk it out?" Morningstar asked in Devlin's voice.

Draco raised himself a greater distance above, bracing himself and regaining his energy. Watching Morningstar for an attack.

"Come on pal, let's talk, we're friends right?"

"I know you. I know you don't fight fairly, and it doesn't matter what type of outfit you wear. You're nothing like your dad, you're a coward, and cowards always cheat."

Draco's words cut like a sword. Morningstar let out a blood curdling roar as its mouth opened five foot wide as if it could have swallowed Draco whole if close enough. Draco smiled, pointing his finger like a gun and shooting a small amount of energy, barely noticeable to the monster before him.

Morningstar closed its mouth, immediately tossed every way possible as a hurricane awakened in its stomach. Draco went higher into the sky, raising his energy level as high as possible like shooting a flare into the sky. Morningstar's eyes widened tapping into Devlin's memory to realize Draco was summoning the other masks.

"You gave up on fighting me one-on-one?" Morningstar growled.

"Firecracker!" Crimson exclaimed, igniting the trail of pure oxygen knocking Morningstar off the roof from the explosion.

Draco went after the body, spearing into Morningstar, driving his childhood rival into the ground.

Morningstar had no time to react, coughing up blood, beginning to recede from Devlin's neck. Draco could barely notice the difference as he recoiled from the impact. Though, Morningstar took the brunt of the attack. Draco found himself unable to rise. Rolling over to see the hole inside his intestines, not remembering the series of stabs from the lacquer covering Devlin's entire left arm. Morningstar rose, licking Draco's blood as if getting energy from its source.

Draco groaned in agony, unable to move as Morningstar sized him up, licking his maniacal maw and teeth lusting to devour Draco alive.

Morningstar stopped, feeling something amiss.

The headlights of Valencia's car blinded Morningstar momentarily. He leaped instinctively, running face first into the immense air pressure Draco manifested. Morningstar found himself slammed between the car, and a wall. The lacquer covered his left leg and hips, and his right side shattered on impact. Morningstar refused to stop fighting though Devlin remained broken inside the husk overtaking his body.