Fabula Orbis 20: Nightmare Found

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Originally Posted by Combine 017

Didnt Bond wreck his legs?

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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5
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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Gonna be honest. sections like this is me trying to spin the wheels to get to another plot point.
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6
In the middle of the bay, four friends stood together for the first time in what seemed like years. While none were happy with the circumstances that led them to this situation, they all had their own personal reaction to the reunion.

Dylflon as much as he hated himself for admitted felt that this felt natural. He secretly wished for a proper reunion of the true Canadian Coalition. Typhoid went through a similar struggle, but that was only compacted by the fact that he wanted to kill the men on his side as well.

Fox and Swan both felt extremely slimy about associating themselves with their former friends but they knew it had to be done.

All of them however shared in one thought, that they wished Dyne was here by their side instead of part of the struggle that now stood in their way.

The time for reflection had ended however. “Okay what’s the plan?” Fox attempted to ask everyone in general, but knew that the question was directed towards Bond.

“I can offer guidance, but with the bad wheels will be of little assistance.”

“No offense Bond,” Typhoid puffed out his chest, “but they got me now. It’s a bit more special than you.” He pulled Dylflon over, “And with him here, well let’s say we got a lot more ammo on this side.”

“As you could see from my experience dealing with them head on does not seem like the best idea.” Bond turned over to Dylflon, “What exactly is your power?”

Dylflon was unsure if he wanted to reveal the full extent of his powers, something he had not even shared with his partners in the Coalition, “I have the ability to manipulate people’s minds and sense emotions.” Dylflon felt that gave enough information without giving out too much of his secrets.

“It may be tough with four minds…”

Dylflon had to correct him, “Actually there aren’t four minds, it is like a singular entity now.”

“Well then we shall attack on two fronts. I could be wrong here, but I would assume that the minds of those four are hidden deep within Thear’s powers now. We need you to go in and attempt to extract them. Maybe with people on the inside, we have a better chance of combating them.” Everyone nodded their head in agreement, “Our second base of attack shall be physical to distract Thear from Dylflon. We hit them hard and fast. Get in and get out. Got me?”

No one waited to confirm with Bond. Dylflon snuck off into a little corner where he could focus without distraction while Swan, Fox and Typhoid mounted the offensive. Bond laid on the bay floor trying to block out the pain from his mind. He had never sent soldiers on a missions he himself would not complete, and he would be damned if some minor burns would stop him now.
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The walls around Nighthawk began to close in fast. He scanned the room half a dozen times and could not see a clear escape route. He even attempted to think up an escape but that proved not to work this time.

It was his mind, all he had to do was find out what would stop his mind from shrinking.
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Bube began to sing softly to himself. A song that bought him some peace. It started off slow and quiet and as he continued to sing it grew faster and louder. Until the room was filled with the sound of music. Then the waves traveled throughout the countryside. There was dancing and singing. There was hope.
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Hopefully can finish this before I leave for the weekend.