02-28-2016, 03:45 PM
Proto Man blinked as he watched the two ghosts once again acting out their rivalry.
With a scowl on his face, the preteen machine made his way across the lobby. In his hand, he held the sword of the hero. The two apparitions exchanged bolts of energy, their focus shifting back to one another as they fought to finally bring an end to their rivalry.
“End him!” Teucer shouted, his eyes wide with fear as the Warlock released a burst of sparkling spectral electricity into his gut. As the Spirit doubled over in pain, the purple-tinted ghost turned to glare down at the approaching machine.
“Finish him!” The Warlock bellowed, pointing a withered digit toward his rival. “He’s been using you… He wants to keep using you!”
The machine thrust the sword at the purple ghost and scowled. “What did that lady ever do to you?” The blade started to glow. “What did any of those people ever do to you to make you want to hurt them?” Bolts of energy skittered along the sword as the Warlock’s sneer started to melt away—he knew he’d played his last card.
“Don’t be a tool.” The phantom rasped.
“Please just stop,” Proto Man muttered. “I have a friend. A good friend. He’s a kind, gentle friend, who would gladly offer you a hundred chances. The experience of humanity that you provided me, in an effort to weaken me and make me vulnerable to this world, has taught me one thing above all…
“I don’t give second chances.”
A beam of energy screamed forth from the sword—its light consuming the Warlock. The purple ghost roared defiantly as his body withered beneath the blinding sparkle of the hero’s sword. Within moments, the light faded away and a small gem dropped out of the air, landing soundlessly at the robot’s feet. At the sight of his rival reduced to a glittering gem, the Spirit swelled with pride as he turned his attention to the sullen robot.
“You’ve do—”
“No,” Proto Man barked, turning his eyes and the sword toward Teucer. “You send everyone back right now.”
“Of course,” the Spirit said, nodding his head. “Of course.”
“And if I ever discover that there was a lick of truth to a thing that creature said, you can bet that I will find you wherever you may be…
“And I’m certain you understand the type of Man I am.”
Teucer remained silent.
With a scowl on his face, the preteen machine made his way across the lobby. In his hand, he held the sword of the hero. The two apparitions exchanged bolts of energy, their focus shifting back to one another as they fought to finally bring an end to their rivalry.
“End him!” Teucer shouted, his eyes wide with fear as the Warlock released a burst of sparkling spectral electricity into his gut. As the Spirit doubled over in pain, the purple-tinted ghost turned to glare down at the approaching machine.
“Finish him!” The Warlock bellowed, pointing a withered digit toward his rival. “He’s been using you… He wants to keep using you!”
The machine thrust the sword at the purple ghost and scowled. “What did that lady ever do to you?” The blade started to glow. “What did any of those people ever do to you to make you want to hurt them?” Bolts of energy skittered along the sword as the Warlock’s sneer started to melt away—he knew he’d played his last card.
“Don’t be a tool.” The phantom rasped.
“Please just stop,” Proto Man muttered. “I have a friend. A good friend. He’s a kind, gentle friend, who would gladly offer you a hundred chances. The experience of humanity that you provided me, in an effort to weaken me and make me vulnerable to this world, has taught me one thing above all…
“I don’t give second chances.”
A beam of energy screamed forth from the sword—its light consuming the Warlock. The purple ghost roared defiantly as his body withered beneath the blinding sparkle of the hero’s sword. Within moments, the light faded away and a small gem dropped out of the air, landing soundlessly at the robot’s feet. At the sight of his rival reduced to a glittering gem, the Spirit swelled with pride as he turned his attention to the sullen robot.
“You’ve do—”
“No,” Proto Man barked, turning his eyes and the sword toward Teucer. “You send everyone back right now.”
“Of course,” the Spirit said, nodding his head. “Of course.”
“And if I ever discover that there was a lick of truth to a thing that creature said, you can bet that I will find you wherever you may be…
“And I’m certain you understand the type of Man I am.”
Teucer remained silent.
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