Last of the Elite
Faux made his way through the corridors as fast as he could manage with the added weight of Kara on his shoulders. He heard cries of agony and moved in that direction. Several minutes passed before he found the source of the cries. A room ahead of him was covered with blood. He set Kara down, leaning her against a wall and placed Ezekiel’s scythe in her lap. Slowly, he approached the room. A look of horror and disgust crossed his face as he entered.
A pile of bodies, Cloud City and Bladenheart soldiers included, was in the far right corner. Faux took a step forward and accidentally kicked something. He looked down to see the decapitated head of Garis Cord. The rogue closed his eye and turned away. As he glanced back up he spotted a figure sitting near the steps. The man was leaning over, drawing a picture on the floor with blood. Faux drew closer to get a better look. A disturbing picture of a lone child with a sword surrounded by a crowd of dead bodies covered the floor around the man. Lyx looked up with an emotionless stare and sucked the blood off his right index finger.
“So, there is more? Good, I needed more blood for the background,” Lyx said in his usual monotone voice.
“…y-you did this?” Faux demanded.
“Yes, do you like it?” Lyx replied, standing to his feet.
“You’re…you’re a monster! All of you are! First Ezekiel…now this?! You’re sick…you’re real freakin’ sick!” Faux shouted, reached for his weapons.
“Another one man army? A shame…I always find those the least appealing,” Lyx said, almost sighing, as he reached for his katars.
Faux dove forward, both blades drawn. The two fighters instantly broke out in a furious dance of blades, moving back and forth, left and right, with metal clashing together continuously. Faux quickly managed to push Lyx up the steps with his faster initiative to the battle, but Lyx parried both of Faux’s blades and gave a mighty kick to his chest, sending Faux flying down the steps and into a roll on the floor. As Faux got to his feet, he noticed that some of the blood from the picture was now on him. He shuttered in disgust and readied his blades just in time to block a strike by Lyx.
Faux spun around, spinning his blades in his hands as he did so, setting Lyx back on his heels from the strange movement. Faux landed from the move, lunging forward with both blades and spreading them wide after his strike. Lyx slashed low to parry the strikes wide with Faux’s movement. Next he wrapped his katars around and away from Faux’s blades to leave the rogue open for a deadly strike to the back. Faux dove forward anyway, wrapping his arms around Lyx’s legs and spinning, sending them both to the ground. Lyx wrapped his legs around Faux’s waste and tried to pull him into one of his katars. The water adept used his powers to freeze Lyx to the ground, giving him time to slip out of his legs and up to his feet. Before he could get any free shots, however, Lyx set his feet and pushed upward, breaking the ice and flipping to his feet in one fluid movement. Faux still stepped forward to try to catch Lyx off balance, but the commander would not be caught in such a weak position, giving off a pulse of neutral energy that shoved the rogue backward and to the ground.
Faux was quick to his feet and once again caught the two in a back and forth struggle of blades, constantly parrying and dodging. Neither could hit each other until Lyx pulled back and drew forward with his left katar, trying to perform the same maneuver as he did on Garis, but Faux wouldn’t be so easily defeated. As Lyx came forward with his strike, Faux struck down the incoming blade and slammed the handle of his kama into Lyx’s lip, causing the commander to stumble backwards. Lyx licked the blood from his busted lip and punched out with his katars in quick, short pumps, pushing Faux back with the sharp moves. When he finally got Faux in a rhythm of movement, he swept low with his right katar, so low that he clipped the ground with his blade. Faux leaped over the attack easily, but was not prepared for what came next. Lyx kicked up with both his legs quickly, coming around with a side kick, using the tip of his right katar as a top-like effect to spin around, hitting Faux with his second and third kicks before knocking the rogue down. As he began to rise, Lyx held out his left arm, bringing his other katar to bare. Faux held out his short sword to block the strike as he made his distance. Lyx slowed to a stop and dropped down on his feet and flipped over easily, as if his body were a snake’s. The two locked blades and stared at each other. Lyx suddenly pulled out of the lock and crossed his katars over his chest.
“Congratulations, water adept…the audience applauds your skill. Time for me to bring on the show usually only brought for large groups,” Lyx said calmly.
“I’m thrilled…” Faux said quietly, his words dripping with sarcasm. With a quick step, he moved forward with both his blades, trying to get an easy blow on Lyx.
The commander was hardly impressed, and doubled Faux’s quick movement. The two ended up standing right behind each other. Faux’s shoulder had a slight cut on it, but that wasn’t the full extent of the damage he took. He looked down to see that both of his weapons were broken. He turned around slowly, not showing the fear he now felt with no form of weapon. Lyx also turned around, still showing no emotions.
“You broke your weapons…a shame. Do not fret, they wouldn’t help you much anyways,” Lyx said as he held out his arms, his blades suddenly growing larger.
Faux took a step back in surprise and readied himself. Lyx threw his right katar, which spun at Faux with surprising speed and might. He easily ducked the giant shuriken-like katar and threw both of his broken weapons at Lyx, who merely ignored them. To his mistake, though, for they instantly burst into freezing water that crystallized all over his right arm and chest. Lyx looked at his arm and raised an eyebrow. Slowly, he turned back to Faux and instantly threw his second katar. Faux leaped over this one, for it was rather low. Just as he did this he learned his error. Just behind him he heard the first one returning. He quickly flattened atop the one he just jumped over and barely passed under the first one. He jumped off the second one and kept note of it as he ran forward, needles of ice forming over his hands. Lyx caught the first katar with his left hand, for his right was still frozen, and threw it vertically this time. Faux spun around the blade and came up in a sweeping motion with both of his needles. Lyx dodged both needles easily and caught Faux’s right arm with his left. Faux brought back his left needle and stabbed Lyx at the joint of his right elbow, going right through his entire arm and cracking the ice covering it. Faux heard one of the katars coming back and quickly turned all the ice in contact with him into water and fell back into a roll, right under the katar.