《Warrior of Fang》Chapter 206
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Laying there on the ground, my body as heavy as lead weights, all I could do was watch as Scorlax ate the condense dark crystal just as Cutter had done. The dark energy was immense, and I saw Scorlax’s life fade from his eyes, the transformation would come next.
“Fang,” Link came running over. “Are you alright?”
“You need to run,” I said trying so hard to move my body, this wasn’t over yet, I needed to move.
“We can’t leave you,” refused Dash.
“He is no longer Scorlax,” I mentioned, managing to get to my hands and knees, focusing as I quickly absorbed some of the light particles around me, feeling a little stronger, but my body was still heavy. “He will change, just as Cutter did.”
“What will he become.” Zack was staring at Scorlax as the darkness surrounded him completely.
“A monster,” was my answer as I forced myself to get to my feet. “Now get out of here!”
Zack slapped me. “Fang, we are going nowhere, we are a team, we are all Tigra’s Guardian’s, the sooner you except that the better.” I looked at him stunned.
“I don’t want to lose any more friends,” I admitted.
“You have so little faith in us.” Link shook his head. “You have never fought alone.” He indicated to my talismans. “We are simply another extension of yourself, use us, guide us to victory.”
“Alright,” I nodded. “I will need your help; my body is too heavy to be capable of defeating what comes next.”
The four of us watched as the darkness slowly dispersed revealing a scorpion far larger than the one before, the exoskeleton black and red, gleaming like a dark crystal and there was not just one tail, but two with sharp barbs going all along them. His pinches covered in spikes, flexed open and closed like the mouth of some vicious beast.
“Fang.” The voice that had come out of Cutter, came from Scorlax. “Fang, this time I will destroy you.”
“That isn’t Scorlax, is it,” gulped Dash.
“No, it is the eternal dragon,” I answered, gripping tightly to Raziel and Arata. I felt this fear come over me; a warmth from Raziel calmed me.
“Master, this will be challenging with your body in the condition it is currently in, I recommend recovering some more energy before beginning, that way Larana’s armour may take shape once more boosting your sluggish body,” suggested Raziel.
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“Can you guys give me some time,” I said.
“How long?” asked Zack.
“Two minutes at the most,” I answered.
“No problem,” said Link.
“Don’t take too long,” commented Dash as the three of them readied for combat.
Scorlax rose up higher, smashing his pinches against the ground, it shook violently, the sand shifting and moving. He did it again, almost like he was waiting for us to make the first move.
“Be careful, he might be large, but I suspect he will be fast,” I mentioned. “Now go!” I ordered. The three of them broke into a run, splitting up as they approached, Zack on the left, Link on the right and Dash went down the middle, using his speed to jump over the pinches and onto Scorlax’s back.
“Focus,” said Larana. “We need to be able to fight at full strength.”
I nodded, closing my eyes, trusting in my friends to provide me with the time I needed to recover. Light spheres floated around me, even with the concentration of dark power in the area.
“You are getting good at this.” I heard a different voice.
“Fang,” I said.
“Not bad really, considering the dark aura,” he commented.
“What do you want?” I questioned. “I am a little busy right now.”
“I am hurt,” he gasped. “I am simply here to provide you with more light.” Around me the light spheres triple in number.
“Did you help dad like this?” I asked.
“Ah Yamato, we talked quite a lot actually, like to keep an eye on my Warrior of Fangs,” he admitted. “Now good luck, he is a tough one.”
“Tough one,” I snorted, absorbing the light he had provided. Wasn’t helping me cheating and if he was dead, why did he feel like keeping in contact with his Warrior of Fang, I understood the awakening, but after that was it really necessary to communicate with us. I opened my eyes feeling stronger again, I held my hand forward. “Larana.” I called her and our fused armour took form.
“Feeling better?” she asked.
“Yes, with you boosting my speed, we should be able to keep up,” I responded, gazing over to Dash running up Scorlax’s tail, swinging over to the top to the head of his tail. Stabbing down his sword, but it bounced off his exoskeleton almost like he was striking at metal armour.
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Scorlax swung his tails wildly, trying to knock him off, but he also had Zack and Link to worry about as they headed for his belly, both aiming to dig their blades into his blind spot. Sensing their presence Scorlax began moving his feet about, making it harder for them a land any blows.
Link ran along the inside of his legs, slicing his blades at Scorlax’s legs, but just like with Dash, his blade bounced off the surface. Zack had to the same response when he had a chance to strike.
“You cannot touch me in this form, my exoskeleton is made of the very same stuff as my original bodies scales, nothing gets through,” he laughed. “You are all but mere insects.”
The condensed crystal seemed to allow the eternal dragon’s original power to take over that of the one who consumes it, then his soul possess that body, something I would need to look in to.
“Try this then.” I raised my hands, feeling my body speed had increased to normal, but would not be going any higher than that, not while Scorlax’s venom still coursed through my body. “Air cutter.” Summoning wind in the form of thousands of blades, I aimed for him, realising knowing even though Zack, Link and Dash were over there, I would miss them completely, having complete control over Larana’s power.
My wind cutter shot through the air, hitting multiple locations across Scorlax’s new body, but none of them did any damage, I found this frustrating, hoping to have dealt with him quickly.
“Such a fool.” Scorlax stampeded towards me. I jumped spreading Larana’s wings, allowing the winds to flow, as I made it over him, through between his two tails, grabbing Dash as the other tail tried to strike him. Landing on my feet the other side, I wondered what I should do, but I wouldn’t know until I unleased more attacks.
“Raziel.” Fire was next. “Fire tornado.” I whipped up a tornado with Larana than had Raziel breath his white flames through it, seeing his white fire was always mesmerizing.
Scorlax turned, taking on the heat of the tornado, shaking off little embers that rolled off his exoskeleton, it didn’t do anything. “Arata, Mila.”
Mila’s power flowed down Arata sword, swiping left and right, releasing energy waves of lightning, enhanced by water. It cut through the air at speed, then dispersing on contact with Scorlax, who just laughed.
“Your power is useless against me.” He continued to laugh. Scorlax clenched his pinchers, then moved quickly towards us, swiping his claws left and right. The dark energy circling around him was growing stronger, I needed to purify it.
“Cut through it,” I said to myself. I ran towards him. “Stay back a moment.” I ordered to the others, not wanting them to get harmed if I failed.
I focused the light of my power into Raziel and Arata until both swords were glowing white, jumping over Scorlax like before guided by the winds around him. I cut what would have appeared to be thin air to the others, but I was actually cutting at the dark energy around him, pulling it apart as the purified energy touched it, cutting it open away from his body.
He swung round his tails swinging, thrusting in a frenzy, one after the other aimed at me. I opened Larana’s wings wider, dodging but only barely, he was fast, and my movement speed was still hindered.
I shifted to the right, then saw a flash of blood, pain and blackness. “Agghh.” The bards had cut too close across my face, right in my line of vision. I blew wind, sending me flying away from Scorlax, to safety.
I hit the ground hard, rolling several feet before coming to a stop. I touched my face, feeling it wet with my blood, trying to open my eyes, to only see flashes of white and black. Damn, I couldn’t see.
“Fang.” I heard Dash’s voice as he came over. “Are you alright?”
I ripped my sleeve off, tying it over my eyes. “I can’t see.” I responded.
“What?” he was shocked.
“How can we win without your sight.” Dash sounded panicked.
“I don’t know.”
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