Amaru's corrupted Numen lashes out, fierce and chaotic, every strike a blast of raw power.
Etzia stands calm, expression blank, moving with quiet precision—like a shadow drifting through a storm.
Her movements are efficient, almost mechanical. She doesn't fight with anger or passion. She fights with cold control.
Amaru (shouting):
"You don't even feel this! You're nothing but a shell!"
Etzia's eyes flicker—brief hesitation—but only for a heartbeat.
She recalls something from her journey—something Aizel said long ago, though she didn't truly understand it then.
"Numen is stronger when tied to what matters... even a quiet sympathy can guide your strength."
Etzia:
"You're not under anyone's control, Amaru. This is your choice."
Amaru's jaw tightens. His voice rings out, strong and resolute.
Amaru:
"You're wrong. This is exactly what I choose to create utopia. And you will not stop me."
Etzia's hands glow softly with cold yellow Numen energy. She doesn't respond with anger, only a quiet acceptance of the battle ahead.
Etzia (flat):
"Then let's see if your resolve is as strong as you believe."
Amaru charges forward, precise and disciplined. His strikes are powerful but controlled—each movement a testament to his conviction.
Etzia matches him step for step, her own Numen energy a steady, focused light cutting through the tension.
Their clash is fierce, a battle of wills as much as strength—neither willing to yield.
Amaru's eyes burn with determination.
Amaru:
"I won't be the enemy. But I won't be stopped."
Etzia's expression remains unreadable.
Etzia:
"Then I will stand until you choose differently."
Etzia narrows her eyes and activates a gravity field just in time—his punch hits empty air as she drops beneath it.
She slams her palm into the floor—blue rings explode outward, lifting tiles and disrupting his footing.
Amaru stumbles for a breath.
Etzia rises with unhurried precision and lands a sharp knee to his side.
Amaru (gritting his teeth):
"You really think you can stop me without believing in anything?!"
Etzia (quiet, almost too quiet):
"I never said I believe in nothing."
She sends a condensed Numen bolt directly at his chest—but Amaru crosses his arms, blocking it midair with sheer force. The blast cracks around him.
He shouts and counters with a powerful upward shockwave that sends Etzia flying backward.
She rolls, stands instantly. Not rattled—focused.
Etzia activates a projection pulse—dozens of shimmering false images scatter across the building.
Amaru pauses—just for a second.
She's already behind him.
Etzia (softly):
"I don't need emotion to protect what matters."
She strikes with a palm laced in pure blue light—no hatred, no fire, just control.
Amaru takes the full hit. He's launched back into the far wall with a grunt, embedded halfway into cracked metal plating.
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Life of a Light
FantasyHey! Just a heads-up-this story might feel a little rushed and has its fair share of plot holes. It's my first time writing something with script-style dialogue and pacing, so I'm still figuring things out. Thanks for giving it a chance! ***********...
