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Electra unfolded her arms, and started to power up an attack in both hands, knowing that even if the attack didn't kill Meta, it would at least protect her from the upcoming attack.
"You cannot beat her alone, Morphman, not even with the help of that child of darkness." Kuro thought aloud. "No. It is light that must defeat her." He said as he directed his gaze to Juno.
"Oh, no problem." Meta said grinning. "Because it is rather handy that I am able to employ it's strength."
She raised her right hand, with the gauntlet encasing it, into the air. "Behold!"
A light shone from the gauntlets, enveloping Meta. A bright, colourful flash, blinding, occurred, sent forth from the object, and when it faded, there were nine Meta's where there previously had been one.
All nine grinned, and all nine spoke simultaneously, "See, this is why you had lost already in the beginning."
All hail the Supreme Comrade Cossack!
"Ooh, this is gonna bring back memories." Kuro said as he watched from afar.
"You wish." Electra said to the Meta's. "The End!" She said loudly as she fired the notorious attack at one of the new Meta's head. No matter how fast they were, no one could dodge The End.
"Maybe," Michael said, as he teleported over by Kuro, "We'll see if she has the power to master the Hallow Arm."
Michael grinned. "And if she does, we'll get to witness the true might of one of the Seven Perfect Weapons."
"Why do you care that I care that you care enough to care that I care for caring?" "Conversation isn't your strong point, is it?"
"I worship the supreme comrade Cossack!"
"OugharagarraaahhHHH: When 'Ow' just won't cut it."
CAPCOM: We put the "No" in Innovation.
Alasea returned the embrace and smiled. "Keep an eye on them, will you?" she asked, "I know how those two like to get in trouble."
"Hey!" R.D. exclaimed, "It's always been Matt's fault!"
"Why do you care that I care that you care enough to care that I care for caring?" "Conversation isn't your strong point, is it?"
"I worship the supreme comrade Cossack!"
"OugharagarraaahhHHH: When 'Ow' just won't cut it."
CAPCOM: We put the "No" in Innovation.
"For the record, those weapons aren't so perfect." Kuro said to Michael with a crooked grin. "First, you have the weapons I created, which match, and more than likely surpass their power. Second, the armor and weapons that Awai made to defeat mine." He said, and then let out a sigh. "Then, there are weapons that only Heaven dwellers know of. Weapons so great that only God Himself could make." He said as he turned his head to Michael for a few seconds. He looked back to the fight, the grin still on his face. "You seem very... I feel as if I know you from..." Kuro seemed as if he was trying to place the boy, and then just a couple seconds later he felt something surge through his very soul. It almost felt like he was standing next to himself. "What in the world are you?" He asked as he turned his gaze to Michael, a grim expression on his face.
"LIES!" Matt returned in a dramatic fashion, shaking his fist. "At least 45% of our misadventures are a result of your mishandling of the situation!"
Helena sighed. "I will."
"Be careful," Alasea said solemnly, "And good luck."
"You too," R.D. said, starting the car, "We're certainly going to need the luck. Let's go, guys."
===At Egypt===
"One, underestimation is the leading cause of death in villians these days," Michael said, "And after she gets killed, I'm certain Electra will agree with me."
The gray-haired youth fished out yet another cigarette and lit it. He didn't care, he was immune to cancer and disease as it was. "The Seven Perfect Weapons were designed to unleash their true potential when they come in contact with the ones destined to wield them," he explained, "But until then, they are equal in power to those bastardized versions you created. And bringing all of them in contact with one another would do something rather amazing. Or so I'm told."
After a particularly long drag, Michael answered Kuro's last question. "I'm just some guy, mutated by one demon after getting crushed by another. I'm guessing you're starting to feel something familar about what's inside of me."
"Why do you care that I care that you care enough to care that I care for caring?" "Conversation isn't your strong point, is it?"
"I worship the supreme comrade Cossack!"
"OugharagarraaahhHHH: When 'Ow' just won't cut it."
CAPCOM: We put the "No" in Innovation.
"You wanna-be-clone, you." Kuro said with a faint grin as he looked at Michael. "Hah! Never thought this would happen." He stated, his grin a bit wider. "Now, before I ask you who in Hell or on Earth made you what you are, and why, I must first tell you this:" he said with a bit of glee, "The Six Weapons of Destruction were made by me, the very incarnation of sin, darkness, evil, all that jazz, and so they are in some way like my old self... I made them with more power than you can ever dream about. Those so-called Perfect Weapons are bastardized versions of my weapons, not the other way around." He said with a smirk. "I assure you, if the six of them are ever brought together all who stand against the weilder will die...even if the enemy possess the so-called Perfect Weapons."
[quote]Originally posted by Juno
[color=purple"I assure you, if the six of them are ever brought together all who stand against the weilder will die..."[/color][/quote]
(OOC: Which is probably why they aren't perfect. ;o)
They did not move an inch as The End struck one of them. The being faded into nothingness, and out of nothingness, a new one appeared.
"Hah!" They all cried out. "I'm sorry, but I just have to say this the bad-guy way: if that be all ye got, ye be in great trouble."
They smirked. "Watch." They said. "And learn."
They moved, ran, formed a circle around Electra, two right in front of her. They stretched out their arms in front of them, palms facing Electra. Spheres of energy, coloured differently for each of them all, formed in front of their hands, concentrating power. After mere seconds, they shot them at Electra from all around her. Being as large as she was, it'd certainly be hard for the creater to dodge every single one of them.
All hail the Supreme Comrade Cossack!
(OOC: Say what...?)
Electra merely teleported out of the circle, and appeared right behind the original Meta just as they fired their attack. "Pathetic!" She said loudly. "You best be able to do better than that."
"Interesting. Yet, predictable." Kuro said as he watched Electra dodge the attack.
Matt slid into the driver's seat, and with a tap of his finger on the keyhole, the engine turned over, roaring into nostalgic life. "All right, come on, Hugo!"
Helena crouched, picking up Hugo and standing straight again in one motion. "Hold on, Matt!" she said, quickly walking over to the Firebird. "I'll ride with you!"
"Okay." After Helena entered the car and strapped on her seatbelt, keeping Hugo on her lap, Matt looked over to the Pontiac. "Where we headin', R.D.?"
"Wherever," R.D. said, "Just pick a direction and go. Knowing our luck we'll either be attacked or find out what we need to do next."
===At Egypt===
"I'm not your clone," Michael said, rolling his eyes. As he watched the battle, he sighed. "Why do they always start off small?"
"Why do you care that I care that you care enough to care that I care for caring?" "Conversation isn't your strong point, is it?"
"I worship the supreme comrade Cossack!"
"OugharagarraaahhHHH: When 'Ow' just won't cut it."
CAPCOM: We put the "No" in Innovation.
"Uhm..." Kuro let out as he looked at Michael. "What?" He asked as he raised a brow. What in the name of all that is Holy is this freaky kid talking about? He asked himself mentally.
What Electra thought to be the original Meta turned around to face her, and gave her a wide Midna-ish grin. "Oh, sure thing." She said, holding up an arm, and as she did, it became covered in earth, as if it became a greatsword made out of the one element certainly strong against lightning... unless Electra was a ninja.
(OOC: *shifty eyes* Yeah, I'd believe that)
All hail the Supreme Comrade Cossack!
"If your bewilderment is towards my statement about cloning, you did call me your clone," Michael said, rolling his eyes, "And if its toward what I said about starting small, I'm talking about the girl's usage of the Hallow Arm. They always start out small, when they should go for the hard-hitting attacks right from the start."
"Why do you care that I care that you care enough to care that I care for caring?" "Conversation isn't your strong point, is it?"
"I worship the supreme comrade Cossack!"
"OugharagarraaahhHHH: When 'Ow' just won't cut it."
CAPCOM: We put the "No" in Innovation.
"Well there's no fun in that." Kuro said with a crooked grin. "It's more fun to toy with them... Although, Morphy doesn't seem to understand what he's toying with." He said as he looked back to the fight.
Electra was gone in an instant, and reappeared above the Meta's. "Enough of this." She said with controlled contempt. Electra formed a ball of lightning in between her palms, and powered it up, quickly. She then thrust her palms forward, launching the ball down to the center of the circle the Meta's had formed. The ball exploded, making a powerful and rappidly expanding dome of lightning.
"Brace yourselves!" Reckoning exclaimed, and then made a dome of Kuro-Raikou around himself.
The others covered themselves with barriers, shield, etc., to protect themselves from the fierce attack.
The Meta's were protected by a technique one of them used to rise walls of earth up in front of them, between them and the surging lightning, which would allow for the lightning to be absorbed by it and led into the earth harmlessly.
All hail the Supreme Comrade Cossack!
Electra was at the end of her rope--her patience had been tried time, and time again. This was it. She looked to the sky, which had been covered by black clouds. Kuro-Raikou streaked across the sky, and surged around her body. "Guardian of The Ninth Mountain, hear my call!" She shouted to the sky. "Assist me as you have assisted my master! I, Electra, Dark Mistress of the lightning hawks plead for your help with woe! Come to me!"
Suddenly, a being appearing to be a human male formed below Electra. It seemed to be made of shadow, and stood at about 6-feet tall. It was of a medium build, and had long wild hair that went in all directions, and its eyes were a glowing red. The Guardian of The 9th Mountain had answered Electra's call.
Electra landed beside the shadow-like being, and bowed to him slightly. "Thank you." She said as she rose back up.
"What is it you wish for me to do?" The Guardian asked bluntly as he turned his head to Electra.
"Destroy the girl." Electra said as she pointed to the Meta's.
The Guardian of The 9th Mountain looked at Meta, knowing who she was, and simply nodded. "As you wish." He said, and then a gust of purple and black colored wind blew by the Meta's.
Edited by Juno on April 20, 2007 at 22:26:14.
"Then we head that-a-way!" Matt declared, pointing northwest. "Adventure awaits! Let's go!"
With that dramatic remark, Matt gunned the engine. "See ya around, kid!" he said to Alasea, and the Firebird shot off toward the distance.
"..."
R.D. stared at the departing Firebird. Figures, he'd leave me behind.
R.D. was about to chase off after Matt, but then stopped. He looked back at Alasea, who stared back silently.
"I'll come back for you," he said quietly. "I promise."
Alasea smiled a bit and nodded, and watched as the Pontiac shot off after Matt's Firebird.
===At Egypt===
"Good God," Michael groaned, falling back onto a dune that rose up behind him, "Can't any of your minions fight on their own?"
"Why do you care that I care that you care enough to care that I care for caring?" "Conversation isn't your strong point, is it?"
"I worship the supreme comrade Cossack!"
"OugharagarraaahhHHH: When 'Ow' just won't cut it."
CAPCOM: We put the "No" in Innovation.
"Matt, you left R.D. behind," Helena pointed out.
"He'll catch up," Matt said, checking his rearview window with a momentary glance.
Hugo sighed, settling comfortably in Helena's lap. "So, what now, fearless leader?"
"Pssh. I don't know. I guess we wander the land for a random encounter." Matt's eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Though, if he was here...
R.D. frowned. "I'm never gonna catch up at this rate," he muttered, "Thankfully, I have a few tricks with elemental energy."
The amnesiac teen seized some Earth energy and gestured behind him, warping the metal on the back of the car into a protective cone, then seized Fire energy and created a burst of flame. With the makeshift rocket, R.D. let out a satisfied whoop and blasted forward, quickly catching up to Matt before turning off the flame.
Way above on the volcanic dome that the group first arrived, energy warped around its top, revealing the cloaked form of Diablo. The entity stared down the large hill as the two cars passed.
"Hmm," he mused silently.
"Why do you care that I care that you care enough to care that I care for caring?" "Conversation isn't your strong point, is it?"
"I worship the supreme comrade Cossack!"
"OugharagarraaahhHHH: When 'Ow' just won't cut it."
CAPCOM: We put the "No" in Innovation.
"All of my past minions can fight for themselves." Kuro replied, not looking to Michael. "Morphy has reached some kind of state of involnarability, and Electra knows this. She realizes that she cannot hurt Morph, but that does not mean he cannot be killed from the inside." He turned his head to Michael, and finished. "That is why she has called upon one of my master pieces...the Guardian of The Ninth Mountain."
"So it's you again," One of the Meta's spoke, "I thought you were supposed to keep alive?"
As one of them spoke, two others raised their arms, and a yellow and white wind came into existence, flowing around the nine Meta's, to counter the effects of the black and purple wind.
All hail the Supreme Comrade Cossack!
The black purple wind spun around the Meta's, easily breaking through the white and yellow winds that had been made to stop it. With a snap of his fingers the Guardian of The 9th Mountain had the wind close in on the Meta's, knowing it would cause them no pain. "I am sorry, Princess, but I have new orders." He replied.
The Meta that had spoken gave a facial expression of sadness and slight disappointment. "Sorry to hear that. I am quite sure we could have gotten along fairly well had the circumstances been any different."
The two that had created the yellow and white wind to counter the 9th's windy efforts ceased in their own efforts, seeing it was fairly unnecessary for them to continue.
All hail the Supreme Comrade Cossack!
Though the wind itself did no direct harm to Meta, the toxin that it carried had seeped into Meta, and was currently running through her blood stream. "If only you had not chosen this path..." The Guardian of The 9th Moutain said, and then activated the toxin.
The toxin that the Guardian had infected Meta with was one that would make her utterly useless. It would quickly work its way to the mind, causing agonizing headachs. Then, blood would start to leak from her nose, and then it would paralyze her. All this would happen in a matter of seconds, and only the Guardian would be able to stop it.
Matt's eyes widened as R.D.'s car suddenly pulled alongside his with an explosive burst. Lowering the window, he shouted, "How the hell did you do that?!"
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