He is My Master

52: Swan Song

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The air is strange on the morning of a battle. It is as if anticipation has added itself as a gas in the atmosphere, making the air seem heavier and each breath you draw feel sharper than the last.

Sonic and Shadow awoke below a sky that could have been steel.

"Morning," Sonic said. "Ready for the first day of the rest of your life? And, ah, possibly the last day as well?"

Shadow only grunted in reply as he raised himself from their makeshift bedding on the ground. A slightly painful stretch was required before all of his vertebrae finally decided to quit playing musical chairs and instead return to their proper places again. The black hedgehog briefly pulled a face as his spine cracked. In his opinion, people who went camping voluntarily were nuts.

"Seems like Knux wants to talk to us," Sonic continued, the blue speedster for some unfair reason looking more refreshed and relaxed after a night spent sleeping on the ground than he should have any right to. Shadow only nodded wearily.

"Fine. Let's head over."

The camp was breaking down now, everyone already awake and packing up gear, strapping on weapons and looking tense, but determined. Sonic could see that now all of the puggles were gone along with some of the older echidnas, the remaining army now consisting solely of adults, older teenagers and only a few elders that the hedgehog suspected were probably still more dangerous than their old age let on. Knuckles was standing in a small group with his family, looking at the two dimensional travellers as they made their way towards him.

"Morning!" Sonic greeted them as well, nodding at the assembled group. Turning to Knuckles, he added: "So, any Tonight-We-Dine-In-Hell!-speeches planned? Because if not, I totally know the one from Spartacus."

The Guardian's son's started frowning in confusion, while Shadow only gave the group the general 'Disregard-him-it's-too-early'- expression and cleared his throat.

"Taking into consideration we're not in ancient Greece...I was wondering whether you had a particular battle strategy," he asked, letting his gaze sweep over the various blades and armour strapped to their allies' sides. The echidna's weapons were crude, he figured, but a pickaxe hitting your head didn't need a degree in physics.

Lara-Le pointed toward the bulk of their army still standing behind them.

"The majority of Black Doom's soldiers are foot troops. So are ours. They outmatch us in numbers, but not in strength. The more challenging part will be Black Doom himself, and his inner guard."

"Challenging?" Sonic asked, and even if his face remained neutral, if you listened closely, there was a hint of excitement just poking through the words. "How so? If you're talking about that poison gas of his, Shads figures it'll be useless on the open field."

"I'm not talking about offence," the shaman shook her head. "But it's said that he is able to create a forcefield around himself, making it impossible to attack him with physical strength."

"Which is where the force of Chaos enters into play," Lara-Su piped up, unsheathing her daggers glowing an unholy green with unconcealed glee on her face.

Shadow nodded. "Attacking Doom only with Chaos Energy while his force field is up. Got it."

"Also, he is supposed to wield a new weapon that is able to strike from afar and up close, not to mention the expert swordsfighters that-"