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The blackness stretched for infinity.
The black floor of obsidian seemed to be glow, yet produced no light.
Somehow, there was visibility enough to see that there was no ceiling; no walls.
Castor stood in the gloom, hands clasped firmly behind his back, awaiting the arrival of the one that he hated. His brother's murderer.
The one clad in black.
Hatred welled up inside him. He could feel it in his throat.
His opponent would come. He was sure of it.
Tiberius Frost approached his opponent.
He assumed he was supposed to be here.
He stood opposite his foe, his hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat.
"I take it then, that you want to finish this?" he asked quietly.
"Finish this? Most certainly, once, and for all, the final battle. Only one of us shall leave here alive."
Once upon a time, Castor would have smiled after that. But not now. And never again. Now he was only half a man, a shadow of his former glory, a violent incarnation of a once powerful and controlled warrior. He hated the man who stood facing him.
Castor drew both his swords. They gleamed perfect silver in the darkness. There was no wind.
Frost found himself mildly distracted by other callings. He pulled out his sword, five feet of steel.
He had plenty of time to waste. He lunged at Castor, with a cross cut to the midsection.
Castor leaped over the blade, attempting a desperate parry with his left sword.
His lighter blade shattered as it crashed across Frost's sword.
He landed, rolling, breathing heavily. Anger burned inside him, blurring his vision and his thoughts. He began to accept his fate...
Castor stood, facing his opponent. He dropped the sword from his right hand. He stood unarmed.
"Well it looks like that's the way it's meant to be." he said. "OK. Take this!"
Castor channelled the energies inside him. He felt the power rise. There was a flash of bright light. Castor screamed with rage, the white spikes of his hair glowing golden. The transformation was complete.
<font color="#f7f7f7" size="1">[ November 20, 2003 09:34 PM: Message edited by: Castor ]</font>
Frost looked at his foe. He didn't really know what to think. That line sounded strangely familiar, somehow...
The tip of Frost's sword dragged on the glass floor, his other arm hung limply. His face was set in a scowl, he frowned, his eyes inquisitive.
Frost's blue hair stood rigid in the perfectly still air.
He wasn't sure what to make of this new situation. He had never faced an opponent like this before. Well, technically, he had faced this particular opponent...he thought, or perhaps there were two of them? He was confused. He was also thirsty.
He made a decision to wait it out. If this man wouldn't srike, then neither would he. Frost refused to throw himself into combat when he was unsure as to the odds of his success. As usual, he was fairly confident. But still, there was always the uncertainty...
Frost stood, and waited.
Castor breathed heavily, newfound power rushing through his body. His fists wer clenched, his fingers twitching slightly with the extra energy. His muscles ached, and yet he knew he had almost limitless strength.
White lightning rippled across his form, and he was surrounded by a haze of shifting colours. The air was hot, and crackled around him.
Castor felt the new energy surge through his body in waves, flowing to every part of him. Even his senses were sharper, more acute. He could literally feel his opponent. He was near invincible.
Yet he still felt that there was a chance he would not win this battle.
Dismissing these thoughts, Castor concentrated his energy. He focused, charging his power higher and higher. He clasped his hands together, feeling the energy growing between them. A glow began to appear between his palms, which formed into a swirling mass of energy, floating before him, under his complete control. His own strength astounded him.
With a roar he threw the blast at his enemy. It hurtled through the air between them, the light it threw dancing off the floor and searing all the infinite void in which they stood. It was death incarnate, the very manifestation of Castor's hate, all his inner strength summoned into one attack.
It was all he had.
A flaming ball of light came flying towards Frost. He stiffened, unsure what to expect.
Well, he decided, it would probably be safe to expect that if that thing hit him he'd been in serious trouble, and that avoiding it should be number one priority right now.
In the time it took him to come to this conclusion, the glowing ball had covered the short distance between Frost and his opponent, and was in a rather dangerous-looking position; quite literally, almost up Tiberius' arse.
And so he leapt into the air with all the power he could muster, the hot air searing his coat and his hair. He somersaulted over the brilliant ball of energy, landing firmly on the ground, and spinning round to see where it had gone. It wa then that he noticed a large part of his sword had started to melt...
Frost glared back at the man he was fighting, slightly shocked, a little taken aback, partly afraid, quite surprised, understandably curious, generally astounded, and rather impressed.
He'd never seen a trick like that before!
" - Heh..." he managed.
The energy burst soared off and crashed into the ground, shaking the battlefield with unthinkable energies.
Castor looked on in disbelief. How had that shot missed? Did he really know what he was doing?
His energgy depleted, he sunk to his knees, hurting, fully drained of power. There was nothing left that he could do.
He knew now that this fight could have no end for him, that victory would elude him this one final time. He could never win, he was destroyed. Without his other half, he was nothing.
Nothing.
Summoning enough strength to wearily stand, Castor clenched his fists as best he could. He closed his eyes and began to focus.
A breeze shifted his white coat and his glowing yellow hair, which had begun to fade. More lightning crackled. Castor's body began to glow.
He could charge his power no further. He had gathered more energy than his depleted body could stand. Castor shrieked with agony and wrath. The world broke apart. Everything was bathed in blinding white light. Castor vanished with the destructive force of a nuclear explosion.
It was the kind of death you don't come back from.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Frost looked around cautiously. There was nothing left. Fortunately, he was immune to that last attack.Quote:
Originally posted by Tiberius Frost., in 'The Arena':
He decided that one of his new powers would be 'invincibility against nukes', just to be on the safe side,
Frost left the scene quietly, looking for a Starbucks.
He was thirsty.
<font color="#f7f7f7" size="1">[ December 17, 2003 11:13 PM: Message edited by: Tiberius Frost. ]</font>