Save Them ::: Ninjago Fanfic

Two ::: Fight

(Disclaimer: Art NOT mine. Found it on Pinterest. But it gives a general idea.)

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           Roko's PoV 
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        "Its about time our battle came to an end. Bring your worst, Diane!"

              I clutch my side, after the impact against this shelf. Pain courses through my body. It hurts like hell.

        'Get up...'

                I scoff, and pull my body forward, before rising to my feet. Dagger in hand, I wipe the blood from my lip.
 
           "Is that all you've got?" I spit.

       Zeril laughs and his head tilts toward the ceiling.

                  "Ah, there's that burning determination! I've missed that fire over these past two and a half weeks!"

         "Oh, shut your trap!"
   
               I run head on for him, and tackle him into the customer area. Lloyd watches us from behind as we swip for eachothers throats. I, using my daggers (for now), and him using his talons-- which are custom made in his gloves. Razor sharp, just like a falcons.

         I lunge at him. His claws and my dagger beat head on, and we shove eachother back and forth. I glance over to my right and see a table. I chuckle.

        Right before I dive towards it, and kick it over. Ducking behind it for a moments of shelter, I reach back into my supply belt and pull out a rolled up chain whip.*

[Chain Whip*: A metal whip which can flex like normal leather.]

       I uncoil the weapon and grip it tightly in my palm. Zeril cackles low and slow, before I feel the table being pushed against a wall, me going with it.

         I get cornered in a tight spot, and hear The Bastard say,

                 "A moments of time! Thats all you bought!"

     The table is thrown into another shelf, causing the case to fall. The sound of glass shattering, and heavy objects clashing rings all around.

            Zeril steps up at my front, and holds his claws over my head. He's gonna deliver the final blow...

      "Now say Goodbye!!" He growls.

              I size Zeril up, and notice that his knee isn't capped with armor. Well, lucky me, I guess.

    "Guess again!!"

             I drive my foot directly into his knee and hear it crack. His hand drops in pain and I crawl away from there. His head snaps in my direction, as Hatred burns bright in his eyes.

           "Lloyd!" I shout.

                   "Y-yeah?" I hear him respond from the back.

     "Get back up!!" I order.

                 I watch Zeril's knee as the same black fog from before wrap around his broken leg. It heals him in under ten seconds.

       Shit ...

              Time to think. I look around the shop and see nothing but standing shelves and tables. How many shelves does one tea shop need!?

          Wait... that's it!!

                 Zeril stands up tall and snarls at me. His nose, crinkled. His mouth, set a hard line. All in all, he's ready to kill me. Too bad for him, though. 'Cause I'm not ready to die!