The Enigmatic Knights: Reborn

"I know, but if you had any sense of a heart, you'd know that family is more important than anything else in the world. Very cheesy, yes. But he was the only person who treated me like an actual person. I just hope that you don't have an mercy when we blow your fuse." Seikei then stood tall next to Roka and was ready for battle, as the others were as well.

 

"Hmph..." Blade had his Chaos Keyblade out infront of him. He glanced at it then back at the three. "Family?" Blade smirked. "What could family possibly do for you, but make you weeker?!"

 

ooc: lol you spelled weaker wrong. Sorry for pointing that out, but it made me giggle.

bic: "How do they make you weaker? You'd want to be stronger so you can help them in their time of need. Why would having nobody make you stronger?"

 

"You know what a family is." rokuxion would appear by the group of people sword sheathed, face straight staring down the abomination in which was his friend. "you were a part of a family once, you know the power of love, the radiant warmth of the light." He would stand about wo feet back, in the middle of the two groups. "My brother was lost..I found him....I won't lose him again.." He said softly, in a cool angelic tone.

 

ooc: ...*checks last post*...OMG lol i did! That made me laugh as well. I'm going to keep it that way!!! XD

Blade turned to Rokuxion. "Ah I see your back...Idiotic i think." Blade flipped his hair and smirked. "You know you can't beat me-" Then a word caught and intreaged him. "Brother?"

 

Rokuxion held his right fist in the air in front of his face. "You've imprisoned him in the darkness...Xheonort.." His fist would begin to glow with fire. "not anymore..i will free you brother..." Rokuxion turned to face the group of children. "how nostalgic.." He whispered. "Hey, you kids, retreat and heal your wounds. you cannot defeat him as he is now. Leave this to me." He would flick his wrist to the side, and a circle of fire would appear in between the kids and Blade/Rokuxion. "now go!" He commanded, flicking his wrist in the direction of the castle entrance." turning to Face blade, Rokuxion scowled, "you remember our last encounter, don't you...blade?" He slowly lowered his wrist, and with the flick of his thumb, his katana slowly shot out of its sheathe. Grabbing it, he swung it in front of it and pointed the tip of the blade at..blade (lol). "Lets go!" he shouted angrily.

 

The computer restored the fortress to its prime. The walls and ceiling changed color to a black marble. The floors got its red carpet back with its gold trim. Lights reappeared the ceiling and illuminated the halls with a soothing yellow glow. Every room went back to the original look. The outside returned to normal also. The surronding forest came back, the outside fortress walls regained its clean white look, reflecting the sun's light making it even brighter. Graxe looked outside. "Perfect. Everything's back to normal. And everything's coming back to me now." he said looking outside the window. A nice breeze came in the room. He sat down and closed his eyes, reliving what happened there.

 

Blade smiled. "Vaguely," Blade got into his battle stance, his keyblade resting slightly above the ground and gripped with both hands to his right. "Remind me...Ha!" Blade lept at Rokuxion, with such speed and strength that he was there in an instant. His keyblade coming at his side.

 

Rokuxion scowled, by the footing of his leap and the change of wind direction, he could easily identify blade's location. He brought his katana to his side and upo, the dull side locking with Blade's keyblade. with both hand she pushed up with tremendous force, breaking the lock the two swords had on one another. In this instant, Blade was open. He would push off his feet and attempt to ram his knee into blade's stomach, followed by a slice aimed for his right shoulder. since he pushed off with the dull side, the sharp side was already pointing towards blade, giving Rokuxion an advantage.

 

Blade countinued his strike, even though he was completely wide open and was kinda in the air still. He turned his keyblade just in time for the key part to go into the ground. The force suspended him for a moment. He scrunched up into the keyblade causing the knee to miss him, then shoved off his keyblade, horizontilly. As rokuxions blade came almost exactly parrellel to him, Blade turned his body in a spiralling motion. Blades quick airobatic skills weren't clever enough to miss the attack as he flew through the air. The stinging pain of his cheak came as the blade cut a clean but not deep scar on his face. Blade landed on his one of his feet and the other on his knee cap. he raised one hand having his keyblade come back to him. He gripped it tightly. he raised his other hand to feel his new cut as blood dripped down his face. He touched it, looked at his hand, then smiled at Rokuxion. "Well...this should be interesting." Blade ran at Rokuxion while fireing several blasts of Dark Firaga.

 

Rokuxion would grin and flip backwards, levitating above the fire circle.Holding out one hand, he would summon the flaming circles to come together in his hand in the form of a fire ball. He would shoot it out, the fireball hitting a single dark firaga, the explosion causing a chain reaction that would most likely harm Doxyc as well.Rokuxion finally came to the ground, holding his katana in his right hand, reverse grip. His left hand was held out in front of him,light channeling around his body, forming a strange, bubbling, yellow energy in his left hand.

 

Suddenly several shots of Dark Aroura came shooting out of the heavy cloud of dust. all were aimed for Rokuxion.

 

Rokuxion would take surprise as the dark blasts came from the dust. The bubbling aurora would grow bigger, and when he shot his left hand out, a shield of light formed. The first few blasts were easily blocked, however the last two blew the shield apart, sending Rokuxion scattering across the ground. Using his elft hand, he grabbed the ground and slid back a couple of feet before he came to a stop. Scolwing, his katana in his left hand, still in reverse grip would begin to glow. holding out his left hand, Light would glow brightly into it. Then, from the light shot five, electrical orbs, all orbiting his hand. They would all spread apart from the hand, then, fire large blasts of thundaga. The thundaga would strike the cloud of dust, aiming for doxyc. After the thundaga was fired, the orbs would vanish.

 

Blade saw, through the dust, the thundagas coming at him. He lifted up his keyblade in a horizontal position, supporting the top with his other hand. Thundagas hit with such force that he was sliding backward and out of the cloud of dust. as the thundagas died He stood strong again slashing down at the air diagnally.

 

Rokuxion would scowl as the smoke cleared and began to charge straight towards doxyc, eventually he would lepa, and move in a fast glide, sword still in reverse grip. His blue eyes held a strong look of focus and concentration, on the inside he was weeping, weeping for his lost comrade. "DOXYC!!" he called out loud, spinning his blade up into a normal grip. He would land near blade and slice up, sword blade facing his body. shifting his weight to his left side, he spun in a circle, blade flipping around in the middle of a spin. He then came in for a horizontal slice, followed by a knee strike, an elbow attempting to go to the jaw, then a diagonal slash, follwoed by a final vertical slice.

 

Blade smirked as Rokuxion came up to him. He brought his keyblade down to block the first attack, but the force was to strong so it nocked his keyblade up into the air. he saw the horizontal slash come and barely blocked it, then the knee came, slightly nocking out the wind, he looked up to see the elbow come straight at his face. he had no time to move, the hit nocked him back alittle giving him chance to bring up his keyblade. he then twisted on the ground, dodging the diagnal attack, then brought up his keyblade. blocking the vertical one. As the blades pushed on eachother Blade looked up. "Doxyc....is dead!" Blade then, with a thrust of energy, shoved his keyblade up ward. he then followed with a kick to the head, a diagnal slash to his shoulder, then a slash upward then jumping back and firing many Dark Auroras.

ooc: Hey you guys...The Enigmatic Knights Family!!! :D

 

Rokuxion would take the full force of each attack, ducking out of the swing though having no choice but to raise his arms to defend against the dark auras, which shot him across the field. his katana stuck into the ground when he landed. during the stand off, Rokuxion seemed....weaker. Why wasn't he using his keyblade? he would need it to win, yet he used a katana instead. He slowly stood up, body smoking from the onslaught of the dark aurora. He would walk over and pick up his katana. "I saw doxyc the day we battled he cried out to me, and his final wish was to end your life, I WILL NOT FAIL HIM!!" at that moment, Rokuxions body would give off a white aura, and he would jump into a glide, heading towards Blade

 

The kids seemed to enjoy themselves as they watched their friends duke it out in the arena. With each landing hit, orbs would fly off the opponents vest; which held the colored coded orbs. The opposing fighter would quickly scoop up the person orbs and stick on their own vest. It appeared to Hakumei that the opposing fighter's goal was to collect as many orbs; that fell off the opposing persons vest; in order to win. The won with the most orbs won. It seemed he was correct.

It was a boy with fairly short blonde hair; long enough to cover up half his ears. This boy had foughten against a tougher and bigger opponent. His friends began to cheer and scream delight.

"YEAH!!! He's the best, ya' know?" a rather tall kid; for his age, said as he and other two kids walked up to the boy to congratulate him. They huddled around him and began a conversation with him.

"No one can beat you Seifer." said a kid wearing a rather large pointed khaki hat. He had large yellow orbs for eyes.

"Undefeatable." said a small girl; light purple hair. The blonde haired boy took in the compliments with such delight.

"Yeah, I know. I'm the best their is in this town." He placed the plastic weapon on his right shoulder; right hand still holding the handle; and began to gloat.

Hakumei; who was still leaning against the wall; looked at the bunch. "Heh..." he uttered with a slight grin. It was amazing that the kids hadn't continued to stare at his odd armor. They probably thought he had left. A dark colored armored stranger hidden in the shadows; that was casted over him by the wall, must be hard to see. While the kids continued to rotate their turns on the arena, the young warrior of light pushed off the wall and walked out off to the nearest of exit that this sandlot had to offer; cape fluttering as his movements caused wind resistance.

 

"Not here anymore, sir." the bartender told Frexa. "Oh. Do you know where they went?" he asked him. The bartender shook his head. "Sorry to bother you then." Frexa apologized. He headed towards the sandlot. He looked at everyone who looked at him, a stare that would put fear deep into someone's heart. Everyone who saw his eyes ran from him. He can't help it. His heart's created entirely of fear. Only very few are affected by this glance. As he was nearing the sandlot entrance he emptied, a young knight in dark armor was walking towards him. Frexa stopped and looked at him.

 

Hakumei's eyes locked with the gazing presence that was just a foot away from him. His face being completely concealed by his helm, you would think he'd be raising an eyebrow at the strange looking person. Of course, that's not what he did. He kept staring at him; emotionless, as he walked past him. He broke the lock and continued walking forward; towards the train station. The effects of the mans stare had no effect on him. For you see, they say a persons eyes is the gateway to a persons soul. If you were look into Hakumei's eyes long enough, you'd see nothing. Obsolute nothing. For you see, he is nothing. Just a reconstructed shell of his former self...

Or so he wishes; for the least. He's not even a reconstructed shell of his former self. This young man is merely a fragment, a remnant of a once living legendary keyblade master. He's basically a shadow of that strong warrior. Learning to accept that was one of the hardest things he had to endure in the past.