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Originally Posted by Combine 017
Didnt Bond wreck his legs?
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Already thanked you, but figured would do it in public. Sometimes, it is difficult to remember minor details as I do this so thanks for catching and its been fixed.
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Nighthawk and his army of imaginary figures charged towards the skyrocketing figure of man now more closely resembling a dragon.
Swords shattered as they hit the repitilian like skin. Bodies flew in the air as the man swept his hand along the floor. Cries rung through the air as fire lit dozens on fire.
What started off as a battle of dozens versus one returned to a battle between Nighthawk and his one true demon, doubt.
"That was a fun distraction... you were on the crust of realizing your true potential, but just remember all powerful?!" The strange dragon-man let off a chuckle that sounded more like a roar.
Nighthawk thought about mustering his army again, but there was something he was missing. Some essential fact about this place that drove him nuts.
His eyes raced around the room. The room has been an inside peak into his mind offering both him and his opponent some insight. There was nothing that gave him that next great idea. Nothing that showed him the light.
Then, out of no where a mirror appeared in front of him. In other circumstances, he would have found this strange and out of place. Here, he decided to walk up to the mirror and stare deeply at the reflection that it cast.
He saw... not himself as he was... nor this new form of him... he was uncertain if he actually "saw" himself as a visual. He appeared to be formed of sound... more specifically soundwave. This mirror... or whatever it was tried to hint at something he could not figure out.
"If you are quite done admiring your handsome new armour, would you like to die now?"
Nighthawk had forgotten about the challenge that laid before him. The mirror offered him little insight on how to defeat him, and as far as he could tell none of his army had done any damage to him. Was he really invincible?
Then a thought flashed swiftly through Nighthawk's mind... so ludicrous in its undertone that it just had to work. So Nighthawk focused all of his mental energies into the sword he now held outwardly.
Then he slashed across three times sending a beam of light at the demon man. Nighthawk heard no screams of pain so he was frightened that his plan had failed, but when he opened his eyes expecting the worst, he saw the demon clutching vital parts of his body.
"You son of a... I see you figured out the one piece that was missing before. Yes, I might as well spill the beans... you know what on second thoughts maybe it was complete and utter luck!"
"You think so?" Nighthawk rushed forward and started to pummel his foe. This time he could feel each punch land decisively and he could see the demon's eyes begin to swell. The plan had worked.
"It was a great idea from the start; you knew once you were inside my head that you could manipulate my thoughts more readily. It dawned on me that I could never hurt you because I BELIEVED I could never hurt you which made you invincible in my mind, but once I got rid of that blockade, it was open season."
"You win this round, but as they say the war is far from over." The strange man vanished, but now Nighthawk found that his mind was closing in on him.
"You see the mind is a terrible thing to waste and the space is even more valuable. Have fun!" An evil laugh echoed through the thinning chamber.
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