(OOC: I know this seems like character control, but I do own you and your soul)

Maya stopped, and looked at her son. She held out her hand, and ZetsumeiRyu froze. When she moved her hand back toward her, he came right back in front of her. "I own you, ZetsumeiRyu, and you cannot disobey me. It is not a matter of you'll be punished for disobeying, it's a matter of free will...and I happen to have yours inside me." As she spoke a smirk came upon her face, and got bigger as she continued.

Draco just hovered there, the wind from his wings blowing up some gray sand and moving some of the millions of corpses that were scattered all along the beach. He exhaled heavily through his nose, kind of like a bull might do before charging, and shot out a small amount of shadow-energy in the form of flames. At that moment, a large, demonic-looking fish creature jumped out of the blood that made up the ocean and then dove back in with a big splash. "Whenever a battle is fought here there is always one winner, and one more corpse to add to the millions upon the sands." Draco said with a low, rough voice. "So, let's find out which part you'll be playing. Will you be the victor, or the corpse?" On his last word he readied himself to attack, and then tried for another Wind Cutter.

Draco soared past Matthew, and then turned around to look at him as the aura comsumed him. Draco turned his body into shadow-energy, though he kept his shape. He shot at Matthew yet again, moving at light speed, and tried for another Wind Cutter. If he succeeded or not he would turn right back around and try for another.

~Elsewhere~

"Enough!" Maya yelled angrily. "You are to follow me, and do as commanded. You are a true warrior of darkness, not some petty wanna-be whose only goal in life is to prove he's the most powerful." She said angrily, and turned back around. "We will not speak of this moment ever again. Understood?"

(OOC: But...did the attacks hit? o_0)



~Juno~

(OOC: Hm. Interesting mode name :P)

"Well..." Draco said as he looked upon Matthew. "Let's see just how powerful you really are." He said as he started to power up for his next attack. As he powered up, a black, flame-like essence started to emenate from his body. "This is it, Willard! The end of one, and the victory of another!" The flame-like essence grew, and grew, and then it surrounded him. A wall of shadow-energy was made before him, and then he shouted: "Everything you've got!!!" He paused a moment before yelling, "Raging Dragon!!" With those words he shot at Matthew with incredible speed, force, and power. The wall in front of him bent from how fast he was flying, and sparks shot off it. The flame-like essence trailed behind Draco, making him look like one massive blast.

Draco's Raging Dragon attack, and Matthew's Prismatic Beam seemed to matched in power. Now, it would simply be a test to see who could hang in there the longest--so far Draco seemed to be doing rather well.

"Hah!" Draco laughed, though he almost seemed angry when he did it. Suddenly, darkness and evil started to come for far and wide, from all around the realm, and started to seep into Draco. The darkness and the evil gave him more than enough power to match Matthew's attack, but he started to over power it slightly.

Draco let out a monstrous roar as he absorbed the last bit of darkness that was coming to him, and then moved quite a bit closer to Matt.

The light beams Matthew had made were destroyed by the nature of the realm. The Blood Beach did not allow light such as that to enter, but if it did enter it had to be destroyed.

Draco glared at Matthew with much malice, and growled draconically. "You haven't won yet, Warrior of Light!"

The fight had come to a standstill. It appeared as though neither Matt, nor Draco were capable of putting out any more power. Would this fight end in a double KO? Would no one win, and both die? As Draco continued his attack, the struggle for power ongoing, these questions and more raced through his mind.

Draco continued his Ragin Dragon, but nothing seemed to happen. The two warriors were right where they had been. The standstill continued, and there seemed to be nothing Draco could do about it. Sure, he could take the risk of becoming shadow and then attacking Matthew from behind, but if Matt were to redirect his attack Draco would not have enough time to use another Raging Dragon attack to protect himself, and he'd be killed. So, he waited it out.

(OOC: It's my evil slogan, Morphman. Nothing to get excited about)

Dokuro dropped from the ceiling, and landed in front of Ryan. Mr. Thresh looked at his old comrade with a bit of confusion and asked: "How did you do that?"
"Very carefully." Dokuro replied, and then started toward the stairs.
Ryan shrugged, and followed, knowing Morph would soon take the lead.