Stay Chill

Spirit Broken

The Duke? This man was supposed to be Mason's arch-rival? He seemed a little insane, and slightly unhinged to go with his charisma. "Time to fulfill my revenge on you, Color Fire! Nothing will stand in my way now!"

He began cackling again at the skies, but he was stopped by something stuck in his throat from cackling again.

From the looks of Luna, this lunatic was giving British people a bad name, and everything they stood for in Great Britain - England, Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland alike. This man looked like someone who was too far gone to be given the most professional therapy or psychiatric methods. The Duke was bound for revenge for Mason for whatever he did to him before, or the thing that made him a sworn enemy. "Time for my long revenge, Color Fire!" he shouted.

He pulled out something that looked like a pistol a little bit, or a desert eagle handgun from him, and began shooting at the heroes.

Luckily, Luna raised her hands, and froze the bullets with her ice, and then the fun was frozen from the effects as well. "Hold your horses, mate!" Luna said: "turn back and leave us alone, before I fire a musket, and run you through!"

"Well, you are quite a feisty little blighter, aren't ya?"

"Ask anyone."

The Duke pulled out a Bren machine gun from behind him and loaded it before shooting it at Color Fire with it. Even though it has a slower fire rate than most machine guns, it was still powerful. Mason used his fire powers to melt the bullets and evade more incoming ones with some grazing houses and doors it would hit.

Having enough of this maniac, Luna charged at him and tried freezing him, but the horse suddenly galloped and she missed her target. Despite the draft horse being gigantic, he was still rather faster than a man. It gave Duke the perfect opportunity to leap off his steed, and charged at Luna with his cavalry sword in hand.

Luna was impressed, even for an old man to be so flexible like this, but she created a sword made of ice, and a duel between them commenced. This man was fighting really well for someone his age, and it looked like he could die any day now. Looks were not everything, and Luna could not underestimate him.

"You should have stayed out of this, girl." said the man as he tried to vertically slice her, but he kissed from Luna rolling to the left of him. "Meddling in the old beef between men and that Color Fire."

"Mess with my friends, you mess with me, dude!" Luna replied before slicing at him, and hitting his sword with her ice blade. She felt her face being kicked a few times, around four times, but Luna ducked the fifth kick and hit his throat with her right foot, making him gag and fall on the snowy ground.

Now Duke was getting angry. "You will pay dearly for that, lass!"

He was in a frenzy and was trying to slice at her faster than before, and Luna was getting a little overpowered by this villain's swordplay, and she was pushed by him shoving her with his right shoulder, knocking her over.

Giving a pompous laugh, he was about to finish off Luna with his sword, but then, out of nowhere, someone was blocking it with a sword of his own. It was Color Fire, and he had something like a saber or a French sword. "Get away from my friend, you wannabe noble!" then he pushed Duke back.

"You have no idea how long I have waited for this, my old adversary! You have been a thorn on my side for far too long!" then a sword fight commenced between these rivals.

Looking impressed by how well Mason was fighting with his sword, Lincoln and Luna watched the fight between them, and sounds of clashing metal were heard. "I can say the same about you, Duke. Coming all the way from New Orleans to here in Michigan?"