Return of Gerlad's Legacy

Chapter 33: The Power of the Blade

Shadow and Umbra were locked in combat. They started off with hand to hand, testing each other's strength. Course, their level of strength would be at least ten times that of a normal human. The electric armor that Umbra had weaved around himself beautifully was deadly.

"You can't stop me, you know," Umbra said into his ear, "even if you do, which we both know is neigh impossible, I'll survive. Then this will all repeat. I can just make more Black Arms. They are not trouble. But can you make more G.U.N. soldiers? You know this, as well as I. I will always be here. No matter how hard you try, the darkness will always be waiting to force a knife between your ribs and carry you off. There's no way to stop me and you know it!" The 'man' pushed his elbow right into Shadow's stomach with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

Umbra locked eyes with his wheezing brother and smiled. "Give up, pathetic life form. You are not worthy to remain in this world. I can obliterate you with a—!"

"HEADS UP!"

An explosion launched Umbra forward, skyrocketing him into the dark fleshy wall. Flames licked his form as his flew through the poisoned air.

Shadow, still trying to regain his breath, saw the four Delta force members emptying their ammo magazines. Black Arms were clawing their way toward them using whatever weapon or fellow Arms that was at their disposal. Empty ammo cartridges were falling over the floor as their semi-automatic weaponry discharged. Sharon was using a shotgun to splatter the Black Arms all over the room. Her hate for them knew no bounds. Knuckles didn't try any fancy guns; he just pounded his way through the massing forces with his fists. Manic was shooting off his M-16, as well as throwing the occasional grenade.

Shadow reached for the handle of the RPG launcher on his back and felt only air. He looked back to see it on the floor, knocked out its strap. It was at least fifty feet away from him, and to make matters worse, the Black Voles and the Nephilim were flying and crawling, respectively, all over and around the ceiling waiting to strike. He could see the Nephilim ripping off the green fleshy bags to show huge gapping mouths with dagger fangs and green saliva running down their faces.

Shadow didn't pause any longer; he ran forward to grab the explosive launcher. Out of the corner of his eye he could see 'Robert' running beside him at incredible speed.

What? he thought in amazement. How can he make that body move like that? Even if he is a shape shifter. This shouldn't be possible!

They were neck and neck. With a smirk, Robert stole a quick glance at Shadow's left leg. Shadow growled, his ire rising. He had expected this sort of thing from his brother-in-law. But now he had to deal with it from Umbra too.

Umbra started to grow something else as he rammed his electrified body into his brother. Shadow grunted in pain but threw a kick into Umbra's head. Shadow took the pain the electricity gave him and traded it for the pain he gave Umbra by sending him up into the air. Shadow charged forward for the grenade launcher once again.

Two Black Voles dived down, their gold armor dulled by darkness of the Black Comet. They began to fire the worm shooters on their underside at the black hedgehog. The red and black worms flew from their canisters at an extremely high speed. Shadow stepped to the right and dodged the slimy things. He charged forward to see Umbra charging—or should I say flying-through the air at great speed, his bat like wings flapping like a carrion bird. Shadow fired his pistols at his 'brother's' wings. The demon only smirked with an incredulous look. Umbra continued to charge forward, the holes in each of his dark wings being easily repaired.