Yellow dashes forward, and Orb moves to meet him. He dodges each of Pink's strikes as he pushes him self forward to meet Yellow. Yellow quickly moves the ball all throughout his body, as if it is flying around him, powered by its own will.
To onlookers, it is as if Yellow's body and the ball are the same, yet the entire area looks like a heap of spirals to Orb. His mind, body, and soul all work in a harmonious unison, allowing him to keep up with all of the moves Yellow makes, and stopping him from getting past, no matter which direction of movement he takes, Orb both meets and stops him.
"I will end you!" Yellow screams, right before, increasing the intensity of his movements. Throughout his body, little creases and nudges form, making it so that as the ball bounces off each and every one of them, it moves in unexpected ways, sending Orb for a loop.
Φ His is getting faster, and move complex. Even when I am trying to work in unison with him, my body simply can't comprehend it all. It's a series of improvisation, strategy, emotions, and just raw talent. If I can't take it all in, how can I automate a response to it in my mind?
As the chaos of his movements piles up against me, I feel my concentration slip and my ears and eyes even if for a moment move their attention towards the stadium. The faces of the people, and their voices, drown out my brain as I try to take them all in, further disrupting my focus, and in the moment, I feel a forward motion for all of Yellow's intensity; he is about to go for an attack. What am I going to do!
My mind, body, and soul, overwhelmed by the chaos in front and around me, freeze still. Move, move, move, move, move, move, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!
Through the crowd, a single voice echoes louder than any others. In a voice completely unbecoming of her, I hear Elia shout, "YOU CAN DO THIS!"
Φ Orb creates a swarm of snow on the ground around him instinctively, and Yellow smashes the ball forward, but in an instant, Orb shapes the snow around him into a large curved slide behind his body and lunges forward, smashing Yellow in the face with his foot.
The ball missing Orb flies on the slide upwards, and Orb on Yellow's face lunges toward the sky, and then says, "Advent."
Upside down in the air with the ball floating beside him, he covers the ball in the dark blue spirit energy, and sends it flying full speed ahead towards Ikaras flying in the sky.
Zbur, shaking in excitement, screams, "HE GOT IT PAST THEM!" The crowd soon shakes with the same excitement that Zbur releases, and throughout screams burst forward.
As Orb falls from the sky, Elia, standing up with her legs against the seat in front of her, fist pumps into the air as the nightmares gathered around her stare in fear at the sight of the girl, overtaken by excitement.
Elia quickly recomposes herself and sits down. "Words can be a fatal poison, I hope you all know."
Each of them sitting around her understands the meaning behind her words, and all face forward, trying their best to erase it from their minds. Yet Avram, sitting beside her, falls to his side and bursts out in laughter.
"You can't make these things up!"
Holding out her hand, she says, "Gheorghe, your fist."
The large Nightmare with hard and sharp lizard scales places his arm on Elia's palm, and with strength unimaginable for her frame, she smashes Gheroghe's arm into Avram's head.
Grabbing the ball from the air, Ikaras says, "It's time for a show!"
Through the air, Ikaras dodges backwards as he sees a series of rocks coming towards him at high speed. Turning his head back, he sees Red with a mask of hands tightly pressed against his face and says, "Bewitchment. I guess I'd better stop holding back."
Every single hair on his body becomes razor sharp in a metallic fashion similar to his wings, and from his lower back, another set of wings appears.
Through the sky, he soars away as Red kicks up the ground and strikes all the way over towards Ikaras. Like the very wind itself, he moves past each of the strikes, yet as they stop for a moment, he peers his head back, and sees Red smash both Green and Blue over to him in the sky.
"Bewitchment!" They both say as they hang above Ikaras's head. Blue's singular arm increases to a great extent, and the arms on Green's back number in the thirties, as they get extremely long and thin.
Ikaras looks at their masked faces as the hands fly towards him, and smirks. Then quickly dodges both of their strikes, yet they quickly send more. When they lose altitude, Green holds onto Blue, who flicks them both into the air, allowing them to continue the cycle.
Blue screams, "YOU WILL NOT GET PAST US!"
"I already told you, didn't I? The sky is my domain."
Ikaras soar high into the sky as the bright rays of the sunlight that filter through the cursed purple sky fall towards him. He quickly spins his body, forming a giant spiral as he descends.
Within the spiral, he crashes into both Blue and Green, cutting up their bodies as he moves. "Taste what happens when you mess with the king of the skies."
He soars past both of their falling bodies and tosses the ball over towards Dumnorix, who passed over the last of Pia's earth walls. Seeing this, Pia screams, "BEWITCHMENT!" He combines his body with the ground once more, and right behind him, he creates a massive wall of earth, splitting the field in half and trapping everyone but him, Dumnorix, Žudrė and Mõõk onto this side.
Dumnorix stops in front of Žudrė and smashes the ball forward towards her, but holding up her hand, one of the iron faces appears and pushes Dumnorix's ball backwards, which he catches and places under his foot.
Žudrė says, "Did I not tell you fools, you're never getting past me!"
Dumnorix, tilting his head towards the sky, stands with his legs close to one another and holds his finger upwards towards the sky, watching as four different lights all fall down from the heavens towards himself.
He stands in the middle of a purple, a green, a blue, and a white light, then says, "It is time for the greatest in all of creation to unveil his true powers. Now watch the pinnacle of perfection fall upon you."
Dumnorix activates his legacy on his tail, then kicks up the ball before smashing it right towards Žudrė with his tail.
Holding up her hands, she says, "It's pointless!" An iron mask appears and knocks away the ball.
Then Dumnorix quickly dashes towards where the ball lands and smashes it over to Žudrė again, and as it hits the shield the second time, more force is released onto the iron face, pushing it back a little.
Žudrė, feeling this summons another one directly in front of it, and Dumnorix smashes the rebounded ball right into the two faces again with even more force than before. As the intensity of the impact increases, Žudrė says, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!"
Abbán, sitting on Elia's lap in his child-like form, says, "This is Dumnorix's legacy; Endless Messiah, Scorpio. When he strikes an object within 10 seconds of his previous strike with his legacy, the force of the attack doubles, and it compounds the longer it goes on."
Running around, Dumnorix smashes the ball as it constantly rebounds using Red branch battle arts to keep himself in motion. "Power Times 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256, 512, 1024!"
The force of each blow wears on the ball, but it cracks the masks Žudrė makes even faster than the ball can break down, and in the face of the endless force sent towards her, Žudrė's legs start to buckle as keeping the shield up drains on both her body and her mind.
Φ From the bottom of my lungs, I yell, "BEWITCHMENT!" And as iron armour forms all around my body, I see the faces in front of me reinforce themselves, becoming sturdier than ever.
All I have to do is wait one more minute, then the match will be over, with the chess game being all but certain. I just need to hold out, I just need to keep holding on, for mother.
-10 years ago-
Location: Country of Puhastatõd, Village of Varjupaik
Φ It was a day like any other for the little girl anathemised girl. She would wake up as the sun rose in the morning and dash out on her little legs from her tiny cottage with a little bucket in hand.
She would greet the tiny woodland creatures who lived in the forest surrounding herself as she descended from her house to a lower level, and hug them as she walked by each and every one until she reached a waterfall buried deep within the forest. The girl would hold her hand up and create a giant iron mask, before flipping it around and flinging it with bucketloads of water, and carrying it back towards the place that fills her with warmth.
Yet as she passes through the forest, she looks down at the large village beneath her elevated position and stares at the humans, also hard at work. Even though she knows nothing about them, from their names to their dreams, a form of kinship is formed in her mind with each and every one of them, something only one-sidedly felt by her, yet the feeling that emerges in her heart allows her to trek back up the hill to her cottage.
Reaching her place of warmth, she would pour all of the water in buckets, preparing herself for the day, and quickly bring them all inside. Then, with an oversized apron, the girl would start preparing the meals for the day.
She would use whatever was still in the home, or even in the forest, to prepare eight large bowls of porridge, and as they finished, the large footsteps would emerge and appear in the room, followed by a woman screaming, "NO RUNNING AROUND!"
From a corridor, she sees small boys with multiple arms across their backs, and a woman who looks exactly like the little girl with a locket around her neck, all appear. The boys rush over to the little girl, and all jump on top of her.
Red says, "Žudrė, good morning!"
Blue says, "Mother is trying to force of to brush our teeth!"
Green says, "Let's play together, Žudrė!"
Yellow says, "You should sleep with us more!"
Pink says, "Is everything ok with you this morning?"
White says, "I am so hungry!"
Žudrė, rubbing all of their heads, says, "One thing at a time, guys."
The woman quickly picks up the six muscular and oversized boys, then places them on her shoulder before saying, "Stop bothering your sister, you're mother is right here, if you have any requests, come towards me!"
Green says, "But you're such a nag."
The woman smashes her fist onto his head and says, "Because my boys can't behave on any level."
Žudrė lies a bit, but then the woman says, "Hey, you're just as bad as they are."
"No way, I help around here."
"And I told you to stop doing that. If anything, you disobey me more than they do."
"You talk as if you can do all of this yourself."
"I can."
White, putting his hand over his mouth, turns to Blue and says, "Their fighting, who is going to win this time?"
Blue says, "Based on my calculation, it will be mother."
Žudrė smashes her fist into Blue's head, and then she and her mother glare at each other while growling like beasts, right until both of them break out in laughter. Causing the boys around them to laugh as well, and through their little house, laughter and joy fill every single inch.