True Grave
Make The Wrong Things Right
- Joined
- Jun 30, 2010
- Location
- Where The Fight Takes Me
Omega shot forward like a bullet and began relentlessly hammering Crusader. Unfortunately for him, he was planted in one spot and so was impaled by a Sword of Valor strike just like Conqueror before him. As Crusader rode out the beating, he channeled his Soul Energy into the sword. Omega was eventually in such discomfort that he had to jump back. Once he was off of the sword, Crusader acted fast. Constructing his Soul Energy into a ring of gold and white light around his body, he made it so that Omega would get run through with a Sword of Valor if he got too close to him.
Omega tried to get around this by flash stepping around the blades, but there was simply no way to get to Crusader. Even if he dodged the blades, he couldn't dodge the Fist of Valor that the blades led him into. His one advantage, his speed, had been nullified. Omega screamed in frustration.
"How can this be?!"
Crusader smirked, finding great satisfaction in Omega's frustration.
"Do you want to know why you're losing, Omega?"
Omega was so furious that he couldn't even answer.
"It's because you're rusty. You lost all of your fighting skills during your long nap. You're more powerful than I am, sure, but of the two of us, I'm the more skilled and experienced fighter. Power alone won't defeat me."
Omega clenched his teeth in rage and then grinned sadistically.
"Don't be so cocky, Crusader. I can still destroy you from a distance."
"Try whatever you want. You won't win, Omega."
Omega chuckled and his Soul Aura got even more intense.
With expert control, Omega smothered all around him in a blanket of darkness. Only Crusader pierced the darkness with his Swords of Valor. With a mighty yell, Crusader unleashed his Soul Aura and dispelled the darkness with his light. Omega took a step back in terror.
"Impossible...!"
Crusader regarded Omega with unshakable confidence burning in his eyes as his Soul Aura flared with incomprehensible power around him.
Omega tried to get around this by flash stepping around the blades, but there was simply no way to get to Crusader. Even if he dodged the blades, he couldn't dodge the Fist of Valor that the blades led him into. His one advantage, his speed, had been nullified. Omega screamed in frustration.
"How can this be?!"
Crusader smirked, finding great satisfaction in Omega's frustration.
"Do you want to know why you're losing, Omega?"
Omega was so furious that he couldn't even answer.
"It's because you're rusty. You lost all of your fighting skills during your long nap. You're more powerful than I am, sure, but of the two of us, I'm the more skilled and experienced fighter. Power alone won't defeat me."
Omega clenched his teeth in rage and then grinned sadistically.
"Don't be so cocky, Crusader. I can still destroy you from a distance."
"Try whatever you want. You won't win, Omega."
Omega chuckled and his Soul Aura got even more intense.
With expert control, Omega smothered all around him in a blanket of darkness. Only Crusader pierced the darkness with his Swords of Valor. With a mighty yell, Crusader unleashed his Soul Aura and dispelled the darkness with his light. Omega took a step back in terror.
"Impossible...!"
Crusader regarded Omega with unshakable confidence burning in his eyes as his Soul Aura flared with incomprehensible power around him.