He is My Master

55: Knightfall

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"You are alone, Shadow!"

Shadow gritted his teeth. He was. And it had always sufficed.

The black hedgehog had to bite back a scream as another blast of dark lightning seared his shoulder, Black Doom's laugh ringing in his ear.

"I told you, wars are won with armies!" Black Doom bellowed. "But you never were a leader, were you, Shadow?! You never had what it took to be a king! A sick, lonely freak you were, with only a wretched slave for company – and that is why your rebellion will fail!" The voice of the alien king thundered across the howls of the storm and the crackling of his dark lightning, "People would not follow you even if you had the last torch in a world of darkness!"

It shouldn't have hurt so much.

Logically, Shadow knew that Black Doom was talking about the other Shadow – but that didn't mean his words weren't just as true. Shadow knew he was a freak, never as comfortable with people like Sonic was. But because he had always been able to trust in his own strength, it had never been a reason to despair.

Only now it seemed that this failing would also lead to his death.

Sonic wouldn't be able to help him this time. The blue hedgehog was on the other side of the battlefield and would never be able to make it- even if it was the same situation as the last time. A lance of black death, hurtling towards him, and he hadn't been able to leap in time, his energy too low and his muscles screaming in pain too loudly to save himself.

His last thought before the lance would hit was a last, desperate plea to anyone who was listening that Sonic was faring far better in his fights than he.

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There were two hedgehogs fighting right in the middle of the battlefield, but no one was interrupting their duel.

No one was mad enough to.

"You impudent vermin! Who even taught you to play with blades?!" Scourge was shouting, rushing at Sonic who parried, his foot lashing out with impeccable balance, forcing the green hedgehog to leap backwards and land badly, letting his blue-furred opponent win ground again, grinning.

"That woulda been my magical talking sword Caliburn."

"Talking nonsense again. Wonderful. Forgive me if I don't laugh."

The fighting warriors around them had become an orchestra, the battlefield a ball room for their dance. Even compared to the chaotic thunderstorm surrounding Shadow and Black Doom's fight on the other side of the plain, the duel between the two fastest things alive, now that they weren't confined to the throne room anymore, was magnificent.

There was no magic, no crackling energy and no explosions, but rather sheer, unadulterated speed, and swords clashing against each other so hard and so fast that the air itself seemed to have become deadly, liquid silver. Sonic and Scourge were whirling back and forth across the dusty earth, ducking under slices that would have been too quick for anyone but the other to react to and leaping over swipes that were almost as blurry as their legs.

Looking at them, one could even have been forgiven for forgetting that there were two opponents instead of one warrior fighting in front of a mirror, mostly because their attacks seemed to eerily coincide as if the whole fight had been a meticulously choreographed, deadly ballet. When Sonic leapt, Scourge had already been in the air; when Scourge kicked, his boot only collided with the blue hedgehog's sneaker. Blades were clashing, spines tearing into each other, red blood drawn from cuts mixing with sheared off green and blue fur.