I gave a grunt and grabbed my knife so he wouldn't see.
"You still don't trust me, I see... Oh well. Don't 'ave to, I guess." I stood, the knife behind my back.
He turned to look at me, "You're such a disgrace, you know that? You left Ireland and came here to torture innocents and me. Do you have any remorse?" he asked, myself moving closer.
"I do, Dark. I do." I came closer, just in range, "Just not for you." I lunged at him, his hand grasping his sword hilt and pulling it out.
He growled, "You ass!" He blocked with it, blades clashing in a burst of sparks and noise. Again and again they clashed together, our demonic speed matching.
We parried each other, time seeming to have slowed down. The world fell away as we kept battling for both vengeance and glory. Whoever came on top would win the other's life and territory. Much like animals, Dark and I would fight at the littlest things. He started to push me back, his blows fierce and powerful, drawn by hatred for me and what I stood for. I kept my blows weak, gathering strength.
When he began to break, I struck. I let my power surge through me, my eye glowing a sickly green. Dark's eyes widened, he knew what would come next. And as I released my inner energy, he stepped back to avoid the blurred flurry of blows to his midsection. I was much faster than him at this point, and he was growing tired. Soon, he'd fall beneath me where he belongs!
But he flipped over me, his own eyes glowing a bright red. I swallowed, him transforming into a beast of anger and hatred; a Dragonoid. His black-scaled body towered over me, his jaws opening in a roar that could resemble thunder. He lowered his gaze and fell to a feral state, charging at me. I dodged, his claws grazing my cheek. This was a fight I would lose, so I quickly took off down the streets of Chicago, leaving him in an infuriated state. If he destroyed the whole building, let him. As for my laptop, I had everything in the Cloud, so it was no worry.
And as I made my way to the top of an apartment building, I let my gaze fall on the warehouse, now engulfed in flames and smoke. Dark must've gotten angry that he had lost me and set fire to it. Oh well, there goes a hoodie and my laptop. And as I kept looking, I could see him take off into the lake nearby. Just a black shape against the dark water.
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A/N I know this is short, but I wanted to have it as its own part. Enjoy :)
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