Azorath's Adventure

Chapter 5: A Fight to the Bitter End!

     The room had become much bigger when the lights were turned on. People were shouting from rows upon rows of seats. A full crowd. A gate across from Azorath had begun opening. The crowd cheered and chanted his name. He had started to drag a sword behind him. It looked exactly the same as Azorath's. It was as plain as can be. Slowly and carefully, the sword left a straight line imprinted in the dirt floor. He walked slowly and as straight and balanced as he could be. There seemed to be no stray or fault whatsoever. His face was familiar. He was a part of Azorath's past. No words were spoken in the arena, just the crowds themselves. The crowd continued to cheer, they wanted blood to be spilled, and on the look of the two sword wielders faces, blood was about to be spilled and it would not stop until one of them couldn't spill any more.

     "You dirty rat." Azorath spoke "I can't wait to exact my revenge." An evil began to rise from within him "I will paint this room with your blood! Prepare to die!" The unknown person laughed and replied "You wouldn't hurt your dear old pal Freddy would you? After all we have been through. I can't wait to finally kill you here."

     They immediately stopped. They started to laugh evilly at the other. Then they ran and held up their blades. A single "Cling!" of the two blades was made as they contacted. Neither had the upper hand of the other. They seemed to be a perfect match in all categories. They swung back and forth and they both were able to block every one of them. They jumped back away from the other on opposite sides. Azorath said in his mind, talking to himself "I need to calm down! I cannot let the beast take control! Why can't I control my own body?!" Azorath laughed and said "Let's see if you can dodge this!" Within what seemed a second Azorath put his right hand forward in front of him in the shape of a gun, which was aimed at his former best friend. "Blitz Gun!" A familiar beam like lightning bolt shot out at Freddy, but as if he could see the future, Freddy had blocked with his blade, which seemed to have absorbed the blast, and he gloated "Haha is that the best you can do!? I should've kicked you out earlier!" Azorath froze, he couldn't believe it. How can Freddy have blocked such a thing? It was inhuman. "N..no! This cannot be real! This is a nightmare!" After Azorath said that he froze again but this time in realization. It WAS a nightmare. That was it! Just some silly dream. Electricity would have been conducted throughout that whole metal sword. But this is just some stupid game he was forced to play. Azorath would have to play this out just as it was, like a game, he would have to make a new move up or find a weakness, but Freddy had no weakness and Azorath had no idea for a new move. Who can think of something right of the bat. It would take time to develop and master a move. All he could do was just alternate some old move.

     But maybe that was it. Maybe that was key. Azorath knew what to do, but now he just had to get Freddy in the right position to do it. Now Azorath had full control of himself, he just needed to keep it that way. Azorath schemed "Hmph. You fool. You wouldn't be able to make a hit on me. Even if you made a running start." This had challenged Freddy, and Freddy does NOT like to be challenged, but Azorath knew that. "Oh yeah, well I'll show you!" After Freddy had spoken that, he walked backwards still facing his enemy head on. Azorath looked but no good opening was available.

     It was time for Plan B. Freddy had charged Azorath and came with a big swing at him, but this was carefully planned out by our hero, as he parried the attack and went on a counterattack. He continued to attack and Freddy continued to block and back step until Freddy was pushed  back further and further and the rude rival was cornered. Azorath knew his opportunity. He swung up as fast and powerful as he could. The dream Freddy of course blocked it as he had every other attack, but against a strike so strong, Freddy's weapon was tossed high into the air while spinning constantly until it landed into the sheath of dirt that was under them. Azorath pushed Freddy and jumped back, using the push as a boost. While in midair, Azorath used his Blitz Gun directed at Freddy's knee. Maximum aim was needed. A direct hit and Freddy was forced to fall down onto his working knee just as Azorath had landed. He stood in front of his rival with the rivals sword into the ground. This was Azorath's chance. His hand went back into making a gun and he shouted "Blitz Gun Barrage!" At that moment the regular Blitz Gun was used but it continued to shoot. Tens and tens of little lightning bolt beams shot out at Freddy. There was minimal aim needed. In a moment Freddy wasn't his full self anymore. He was covered with holes going straight through him all over the place. There was no blood, for this was not real. Freddy appeared to be in surprise by this. "What's the matter Freddy? You seem shocked." After Azorath made a pun he continued to laugh and laugh. Little did he know, because of his lack of attention, the world was literally falling around him. Everything was disappearing, but Freddy and Azorath were left last.

     Azorath sprung up from his bed, but he made no noise. Again he realized it was merely a dream. His partner and friend was sleep across from him, on the other side of the campfire. The backpack was between them, but far enough away so it could not catch a spark of flame. The moon was full, and stared directly at the group of two. Azorath stared back, he couldn't help but feel as if the moon would do something in the future, as if he knew his own fate. Soon Azorath layed down with a smirk, for he had defeated his enemy and created something. It may have only been a dream, but it was satisfying none the less. He soon slept.