| Subject: a bored stan does crazy things... |
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Damian
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Date Posted: 07:08:49 03/18/03 Tue
In reply to:
Tiani
's message, "Yes" on 00:02:34 03/17/03 Mon
"Spar with me father...."
Images rent from the mind of the sleeper awakened..harnessed by the sheer power that was Chaos and brought to light...to sentience..to life...with Time. There he stood, armed with his respective weapon...again he smiled.
Azariah Apollyon stood before him...cerulean eyes lost in confusion. How was he here? hadn't he been at home with his parents about this time? he blinked rapidly...the child prodigy that was his father. The one whose skill with a Swallow was surpassed only by his tentative mastery of the Chronus. Azariah...before he was Magus.
Damian smiled softly...eyes growing slightly misty at the sight of his father. He missed them, his parents. He missed them greatly...
"fear not Azariah..."
"I shall not fear..." fear is the mind killer...
"then...let us begin?"
"Very well gakaitsujin...I have known of your coming. T'was spoken to me in a vision..."
Damian merely nodded. a soft smile on his lips. If only he really knew...if only he would know the line of events that would shape his destiny. This prophet...this would be Arbiter of Time. It would be so simple to spare him the life of pain and drudgery that he would have...and yet, to do so would alter the FATE of millions....Morigu would still be alive...and the threat of Ceallac would have stood even worse. "Very well then...have at you..."
Azariah attacked then, stillness reduced to a mere afterthought replaced instead with perpetual motion. The fluid grace was evidence of his skill, even as he swayed gently in time with the Song of Time. The blow came lightning fast from the left, left wing whistling through the air with its vehement passage. It would not reach its target. There was the sound of metal on metal as bladed wing met bladed wing in a shower of sparks. It was never meant to reach its target.
Wing retracted slightly, scraping the edge of Damian's even as legs pushed off the ground in an aerial twist, whipping his right leg around in a roundhouse kick. The blow was stunning, impacting against Damian's jaw and taking him from his feet. Instinct and reaction once again merged in this tell-tale song of battle, and he let the blow take him, shifting his weight into the blow, letting his legs go up and around in an aerial cart-wheel before he landed. The look on his face was that of shock. No wonder even the Escalvone respected dad!
"Come now gakaitsujin....this cannot be the extent of your skill..."
It wasn't.
Damian struck out...his body rippling with the sheer speed of the motion, and he once again appeared. three blows in rapid succession, a jab to the chest, to the face and a spinning backfist that knocked Azariah from his feet. And yet when he went to strike again...reality slowed. Damian's eyebrow arched upwards...even as he was caught in the Time-Slow...and then he felt the bright shock of pain. An Elbow to his nose knocked him from his feet again, and yet, Azariah was nowhere to be seen, having dropped down into a flare-kick that impacted his falling body wiht two solid thumps and blossoms of pain. shit...dad WAS good.
Damian landed on the ground and was up in a mere moment. Lessons taught coming to mind then... let your body be as water...flow around the blows..and strike only when necessary. he smiled. Azariah looked at him again...and then waved his hand. Time Spectre appeared then, and he gripped the weapon easily. Damian did likewise, unsheathing his weapon and send the pulse of paradox through it. True Time Spectre...
They danced then...blades ringing in the air foor hours one end...
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