Saga: A Moment's Reflection

[Archer]

((I think this is the right place... If not I’ll move it. I’m going off the Thread as opposed to the PM, which said Zolan Lands. Apologies if I did it wrong >.< Plus, just a heads up from the thread—Alundera is a molten wasteland. Not cold.))

A dull wind blew balls of dust and dirt across the barren plains of Nasrad; the only real light in this dimly glowing evening coming from the sparkling city of Esperanza far away on the horizon. Life seemed impossible on this island, the only sign of movement coming from the rolling tumble weeds that danced across the dunes.

As the sun was setting on slowly on the horizon, a sole figure stood motionless against the orange light. The fur on his skinny limbs ruffled slowly as the air drove around it, and his feline eyes stared awkwardly at the swirling miniature sandstorms forming rapidly on the desert floor, and disappearing into nothingness just as easily. Kilix Gyro stood alone in Nasrad.

When the main group had once again split, Kilix felt that he needed once again to be alone. For once, he had not immediatly volunteered himself to the planet’s protection; by the simple act of saving a small village, he had brought himself into yet another mission. As time passed on this “peaceful” planet of Dragonia, Kilix found himself entering more and more danger, with less and less will to do so. There was something about his time on the planet that made him uneasy.

He had recieved no news from Liix in a good few months. The only sign of Liixan ‘intellegence’ outside of himself was, in fact, the appearence of his self-proclaimed brother. Yet his mission had been a simple reconaissance; he was to aquire information about the warriors in this honey-pot of super powers. So why had the Liixan Council not contacted him for updates on his mission? The communications on his ship were working perfectly, and with all that he had been doing to save this designated planet, he never had time to file a single report.

At that moment, Kilix couldn’t help but feel alone.

He had teleported straight from Rues after Kihaku Sagaku had told him of his destination. He cared not if his partner, the curious child Jimmy, arrived or not. This was a simple search mission, and he doubted very much that he needed the boy. However, the two Chaos spirits would be necessary, for the reasons that Sagaku had outlined. So for now, he simply stood alone, contemplating his thoughts.

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”So when’re’ya gonna tell him, Boss?” queried Gargle, the young Liixan crawling slowly beneath the sand coloured canvas, trying not to get too much sand lodged in his fur. Beside him, another Liixan lay, his metal teeth glowing ominously in what little light there was, and his eyes peering out into the evening’s sights.

”All in good time, young’un,” replied Jorax Lorba. ”All in good time..."

[Jimmy Claymore]

Jimmy blinked and held his arm up to shield his vision from the bright orange burst of the setting sun, he stopped and watched for a moment as the blazing ball of folame sank beneath the surface of the horizon. He knew that on the other side of the planet it would just be rising and also that, if he burst on in speed, he could have see it rising on the other side of the planet. The idea of all of this power scared him a little bit, he felt a voice at the back of his mind speaking up and he froze in mid-air, horrifyed at how clearly he could hear it

[glow=white,29,300]"Oi... Claymore, why are you just standing there? That Liixan landed a while ago"[/glow]"Shut up, shut up, leave me alone..."
[glow=white,29,300]"Hey! You should be grateful, it's because of me your still alive... or are you going to kill me?"[/glow]"No! I... I can't, even if I could cut you out of me, even if I'd survive, I wouldn't do it. Your my responsibility, my curse... even you deserve to live"
[glow=white,29,300]"Huh... your an even bigger coward than I thought you were"[/glow]"I know..." Jimmy sniffed and watched as the sun sank beneath the surface, darkness crept across the sky and he felt sympathetic, watching as darkness slowly began to spread and take over... he knew what it was like. Tears began to roll down his face and he curled into a ball,
"I don't want to be a monster... someone help me..." He whimpered pathetically, aware of the mocking voice of his dark side in the back of his mind
[glow=white,29,300]"Watch out!"[/glow]"Huh?" Jimmy looked up and a blast of sizzling energy shot past him. Even as he dodged he felt the energy force his Demon side into remission, he tumbled from the sky and landed heavily in the Nasrad sand next to the statue of a Saiyan woman ((OOC: Little saga reference there ;D, I think we had at least one statue left)) He got up coughing but couldn't see where the blast had come from.

He noticed Kilix standing a few feet from where he'd landed, he got up carefully and dusted his jacket off carefully, trying to avoid getting any caught in his pockets. He half-heartedy drew his sword and walked up behind Kilix holding it with both hands
"Hey, Mr Kilix... what are we looking for? I, uhhh, hope I can help you..." Jimmy trailed off. The Demon was oddly quiet, he could almost think without getting mind-numbing pains from the other side of his soul, he stared at Kilix with a faint smile, he felt better for the freedom. He looked out at the sunset and focused on the light, he felt a pang as he wished that Gabe was here with him but he knew that as an angel she must be busy with important stuff... and he'd lost Rizuk too, the Dragon had been sent with Zolomon, and when he'd left they hadn't seemed to be getting along. He worried mildly for the safety of his new half-hearted guardian but was more focused on not getting in Kilix's way.

[kihaku]

"Awww, ain't that sweet? The kitty-cat is baby sitting the demon... how novel."

"Novel indeed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say we were in for a bloody good time."

The two voices emanated from a spot directly behind the pair, putting their respective throats between Kilix, Jimmy, and the two Chaos entities that'd followed them to the rather large island. Most assuredly, the two warriors would whip about, and behold a view that they most probably weren't expecting.

Two figures stood in leisurely postures, one taller than the other by at least a head, the other only as tall as it was by a rather large set of ears. The first voice seemed to come from a young man who wore what appeared to be regular street clothes, despite the fact that everything he wore was completely black. Upon his head was snow-white hair, eyes a deep, foreboding indigo helping to convey the sneer written clearly across his pale features. In one hand he held a blade of a similar, rather, an exact construction to the one held in Jimmy's hands.

The other, meanwhile, needn't wear dark clothing, for the short fur covering his entire body was night black, with only slightly lighter indigo streaks. He wore a black armor, as if part of some special task-force for an armed infantry, every strap, every stitch an exact replica of Kilix's own armor. The smile upon this one's face was much more pronounced for the fangs revealed by it, gloved fingers lightly tapping a small, impatient tattoo on the opposite arm, crossed sternly over his small chest.

"Are they even worth the worry?"

"He's a demon remember? It's that we need to get rid of. The furball can only get in the way of that."

"Watch it, I don't want to have to give you rabies, but I will."

The boy took steps forward, his feet lightly moving his body forward, sword resting easily on his shoulder as he finally addressed the warriros directly. "Oi! Listen, we don't want to have to make this hard, so if you lot would just be willing to..." he stopped at a glare from his diminuitive companion. "Oh... bugger."

Without even so much as another word, the Kilix-copy was quite suddenly at Jimmy's throat, such speed displayed rivaled only by Kilix at his pinnacle strength. A swift kick to the gut knocked the boy back several feet before he finally collapsed to his back. In the fracas, the Jimmy-copy came in with the flat of the blade, attempting to smack the Liix in the face, but missed due to his own heightened senses.

"See!? YOU take yours, and I'LL take mine. Dumbass."

"Pussy."

[Jimmy Claymore]

Jimmy rolled back, wheezing and panting through the sand. He felt tears pricking at his eyes as he got up and looked at the white haired boy who had shown he was clearly stronger than Jimmy. He could feel the demon writhing within him and shouting crude threats and violent comments that he wanted to echo through Jimmy's mouth. Seeing that he'd need to fight, Jimmy loosened his iron grip on his Other Half and felt a surge of power flowing through him. Dark, almost blood red Ki flowed through his usually white aura, his eyes shimmered crimson and he stepped forward, the power difference between them was obvious. Jimmy's mind felt almost fragmented as the Other Half's voice rang even clearer in his ears

kill him

"No..." Jimmy whispered to himself and clutched his head, still holding the sword in one hand. He looked up at the advancing warrior and looked almost pleading
"Please, I'm barely in control as it is...You stupid fake... Don't make him kill you..." Jimmy felt himself losing it and gasped as a sudden insurmountable rage filled him. With a snarl he shot forward and zipped to the white haired boy's side and brought his blade swinging up, the blue standing out against the blood red lightning like glow. The whites of his eyes were now his blacks as he snarled, foam almost forming on his lips as he leapt backwards on all fours, sheathing the sword clumsily he scratched at the ground. The Other Half was struggling for control within him and Jimmy suddenly leapt upwards as if tugged by an invisible string and hurled into the air, he turned in the air, his limbs swinging like a rag-doll and came hurtling down with punches and kicks, limbs flying blindly but with far more force than a weakling like Jimmy should have. He was finally pulled backwards and unexpectedly, belched out a jagged pillar of frost that flew towards his enemy. Jimmy hacked and spluttered, clawing at his face. Neither side of him could work out where that had come from.... the small silver pendant on his chest glinted slightly

((Think thats OK? Decided to use the Chaos trinket thingy...))

[Archer]

((Couldn’t really tell if that attack at the “Liix” at the end was directed towards me or the copy, so I left it out. Plus, it’s LiixAN—Liix is the planet.))

After a good few moments wondering, Kilix was snapped back to reality by the arrival of the young lad, Jimmy Claymore. But he knew in the back of his mind that he still needed to make sense of it all. Somehow, somewhere, he’d get the chance to think, once this whole Chaos issue was sorted out. A small patch of the desert floor a few hundred metres away shuddered, before decreasing in depth by the size of about two Liixan boys.

"Hey, Mr Kilix... what are we looking for? I, uhhh, hope I can help you..." stuttered the young boy, with a half-hearted look of enthusiasm on his features. The Liixan turned to face him, and despite the youth of him, Kilix still had to look up to match his eye level. It was strange to think, that although Jimmy was not only taller, but from a distance probably looked like the stronger of the pair, that Gyro’s authority seemed unquestionably absolute in this situation. It just goes to show how subtle the balance of power is, doesn’t it?

Kilix managed to shake off his foul mood for a moment, and concentrate on the matter at hand. The pair were looking for one “Dramanius”, but other than that, he really had no idea. All he really knew was that they were to use these Chaos Spirits—the very same ones who were just touching down a few metres behind them now—to locate the final Chaos spirit. Doubtlessly, it wouldn’t be as easy as all that though; a trail of thought which was confirmed before Kilix could construct a reply for the lad.

"Awww, ain't that sweet? The kitty-cat is baby sitting the demon... how novel."

"Novel indeed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say we were in for a bloody good time."

Kilix spun around on his heels to look the newcomers face on, and found himself looking at a figure that could well be him; or at least, a scruffy version of him that lived in a 70’s video recording. It seemed that any type of colour had been washed out of his system and left nothing but pure, cold, black.

"Are they even worth the worry?"

"He's a demon remember? It's that we need to get rid of. The furball can only get in the way of that."

"Watch it, I don't want to have to give you rabies, but I will."

Kilix sneered slightly at this second comment; were these people really so ignorant as to assume that the Liixan was no threat? Or were they simply so cocky as to assume that he would pose no resistance. Or maybe they were simply Liixan-Proof Demon hunters. Gyro found it highly unlikely that these two and the happenings with the Chaos Spirits were unrelated, but hey, stranger things have happened!

Without a moments more notice, Kilix’ new other half launched himself at Jimmy, knocking the young warrior into the dust in one swift movement. Kilix’s reactions almost took over, the young Liixan warrior launching himself so quickly into the melee that he inadvertently left an After-Image behind in his wake. Almost as soon as Jimmy had been knocked across the desert, Gyro’s fist was aiming to collide with the dark Liixan’s head; specifically, just below the ear. If this Liixan really was a direct copy of Kilix, then he would have some of the same anatomical weaknesses, and seeing as a Liixan’s ears are so sensitive, this was a good place to start.

After this first attack, Kilix leapt backwards in a swift arc and landed on two feet, his hands having already grasped and readies his two Ki blades. The spur of the battle had already loosened Kilix’ mind, allowing all of the angles he needed to consider to flow back into his mind. His opponents armour would have the same structural make-up as his own, which meant if he punctured any part of the metal plating, the reaction would damage Kilix more than anyone else. But if he could remove the armour without damaging the main plates, his opponent would be extremely vulnerable.

The other disadvantage could well be the other main attribute this doppelganger stole from Kilix; his fur. This would cause drag when wet, or struck by high velocity winds. For a moment, Kilix remembered something that one of the Chaos Spirits had said, and a harmless glint sparked from his utility belt, but further from that he thought not of it.

Kilix was going to play it safe for now, and see what this clone would bring on him next. But he was hardly unprepared, and he had a little surprise cooked up should the opportunity arise…

[kihaku]

((Jimmy, I give you extra saga credits. You are the FIRST to use the Trinket.))

Though Jimmy was already the first down, he wasn't the first out, his demon half fighting for control, and starting to win from the looks of the randomness of his attacks. At first, his attack seemed his own with a sword strike, though it was far more skilled than his normal level. It was blocked and parried by a sword the doppelganger wielded, though the dirvish of punches and kicks were far more difficult to deal with.

As each came in, he did his best to block with the flat of the blade and his forearms, looking for a way in, past all the attacks, looking for one mistake, and finally found one.

Or so he thought.

Jimmy backed off quite suddenly, and the clone used this time to dash in, aiming an upwards strike with his own blade, but instead was caught unawares by the sudden torrent of ice that burst from the young man. "He unlocked it!?" Shock was clearly visible on the clone's face, but it wasn't there long as a powerful swing of the sword suddenly unleashed a wave of energy that fought against the rushing ice attack. Cleanly splitting the wave in two, clone-Jimmy leapt upwards and over the tapering attack, and aimed a downward thrust straight to the boy's head.

Kilix wasn't faring much better against his own, as the punch to the ear wasn't dodged. A small look of annoyance on the clone's face as the attack was en route, turned to one of smug triumph as it met his head. The dark clone was suddenly gone, and in his place stood a frame made of what looked like threads of blackness. Without warning, they writhed about, and exploded in an inky wave of darkness. The aura exhuded from the detonation would cancel out any and all forms of ki, life-forces excluded.

"We're very much alike, though you are better in one aspect." The black Kilix suddenly came up from behind the diminuitive warrior, a vicious kick aimed for his back, "You are better at dying!"

Meanwhile, as the two LiixANs began their battle, a single little robot, the deepest night-black, landed a little ways away, next to the chaos entities as they watched the proceedings. In his tiny robot hands was a small container, filled to the brim with popcorn. The Shadow Form gave a very slight whispering sigh, as if to say how useless such an accoutrament was. The Inner Demon grunted in agreeance.

[Archer]

((Hey, I mentioned it! I should at least get, like, half an extra credit! >_>))
((Oh, and btw: LOVE DARK KGB ^_^))

When you’re fighting a dark clone of yourself, there are a number of things you should really see coming. Firstly, that they will have the same strengths and weaknesses as you do. Almost everyone clocks this one straight away. The one that gets by people is the fact that 9 times out of 10, they’ll have snatched your tactics too. Kilix, almost to his own surprise, missed this one.

It was too late by the time the dark clone’s figure melted away into an inky mesh of darkness, leaving a vague shape of a Liixan for a few moments before it rapidly expanded outwards into a sphere of energy. Kilix’ immediate reaction pushed forwards, his palm opening from the strike and in a nano-second flicker a solid dome of his Micro-Shield emitted from his palm; but even this defence was short lived, as the energy simply dissipated in the dark haze of the attack. Kilix could do little more than grin and bear it, as the dark energy flowed over his body and sent him soaring backwards through the sky.

Kilix managed to gain control of his extremities as he plummeted towards the earth, twisting his torso around with his hips soon to follow, so that he was now facing the ground head-on. Pushing his body weight forwards and allowing his arms to gain some elasticity—also incorporating the searing pain flowing through his body, but that was a given—he landed palms-first on the ground, his arms acting as a spring board to launch him back into the air, flipping over himself until his sturdy boots found their home on solid ground. They say Cats always land on their feet; much the same goes for Liixans.

"We're very much alike, though you are better in one aspect.” came the voice of Kilix’ opposite component, from directly behind him. “You are better at dying!" The Clone’s boot came full thrust into Kilix’ back; but Kilix’ back didn’t remain there for long, as the after image faded into nothingness.
”Too soon to tell, Buddy!” came Kilix’ reply, his body approaching the Dark Kilix’ at high speeds from above and behind him. Doubtless, the Dark Clone would be ready for him, but this pseudo body-slam was not the main front of his assault.

As Kilix drew nearer, his physical details began to fade, leaving a bright mesh of energy, not dissimilar to that which his Dark Counterpart had created but a few moments ago. However, Kilix wasn’t about to leave any margin for escape, as his real body appeared not more than a centimetre behind the wireframe, his palms outstretched and two Micro-shields flaring into existence. Tucking his body into a small sphere, he forced himself that little way further forward, the shield’s contact with the Wireframe enough to trigger the volatile reaction. Kilix was once again thrown backwards, but after about a metre of flight, his body started to disappear, as if a veil of invisibility was being thrown over his form. To the outside world, for the next few minutes, Kilix was nowhere.

As the midnight-black robot sat on the sidelines, another similarly built figure arrived nearby, holding something under his arm. Wandering aimlessly towards the two Chaos Entities and their guest, the small Robot found an appropriate spot, sat himself down quietly, and then slowly, subtly, weaved his arm around the toaster accompanying him to this afternoon’s show. However, all was not quite right…

”Hey buddy! Black Guy, front row!” KGB shouted, a look of annoyance on his metal features, ”Sit down, I can’t see a damn thing!”

[kihaku]

((Sorry Jimjams, auto-hit rule))

As the clone-Jimmy closed the distance rapidly, the ice-blast tapering off from the massive attack it'd once been, the tip was thrown off as a sudden shock ran through his body. His face twisted in pain, right hand shot to his chest, and he gasped as the wind was suddenly driven from his lungs. With his aim off, the blade grazed the back of Jimmy's right shoulder blade, cutting only deep enough to sting for ages. The doppelganger, on the other hand, landed in a tucked roll, coming up in a kneeling position, blade dug deep into the soil for support.

"Dammit! The girl destroyed the chameleon!" Blazing indigo eyes fixated on Jimmy, as steady legs pushed off the dirt, bladetip whistling through the air, a downwards slash powered by a twenty-foot downwards fall aimed to cleave the demon-boy in two.

The momentum of the kick, going through air instead of connecting with armoured feline, the momentum pushed him off to the side, slightly out of the direct path of the already-detonating wire frame, but not out of the blast. With a quick raise of the forearms, instead of being blasted into charred little bits, he was flung backwards by the force of the blast, impacting a tree that was extremly close, and knocking it over.

From the dusty wreckage, the sable furred figure stood, clutching his chest as if he'd just been punched. "Yeah, I felt it. Time to kick it up."

The Dark KGB had just been about to start chunking kernals at the rude shouting person, but instead immediately noticed his rather sensual, curvaceous kitchen-appliance escort. Standing immediately and brushing off his shoulders of salt, he strode in what he believed to be a very suave manner. To the casual observer, he appeared to be simply trying to keep his balance on a wonky pathway. Reaching the pair, he completely ignored the metallic-lookalike and bowed low to the lovely implement of foodstuffs. "Hello there milady. Care to join me on the terrace, and leave the kiddies to their sand-box?"

Dark Kilix paid his bot no mind as, at that moment, there was a sudden angry whir as the pack mounted on his armor began to charge up with a pulsating black energy. His face was set in grim concentration, and his fingers were making dents in the wood at how hard they gripped. "Accelerated Evolution!" Quite suddenly, sharp claws shot out the tips of his gloves, his fangs elongated to protrude from the bottom of his very angry looking lips, and his puils dialated to very pronounced cat-like slits.

Step up indeed.

[Archer]

The rudeness of some people-- well, Robots-- is unbelievable. Here, not only was this dark immitation standing directly in front of KGB's field of vision, but now he was moving towards him, before ignoring him completely and extending an invitation to his date to accompany him in the front row! Some things are just too much.

KGB pushed himself off of his metal behind, patting his girl reassuringly as he did so, in a way that suggested she sit still and stay out of the way. This situation could get messy.
"Look pal, I just came to watch a nice fight, and you have to come ruin my day," he said, a worryingly rusty sounding crunch ringing out as he cracked his robot knuckles, "First you block my veiw, and now you're eyeballin' my woman!" He took a step forwards, raising his right arm and kissing the metallic bisep. "I think it's time that I make you look very silly, buddy!"

In a swift movement, KGB struck his arm forwards, his silver Dulvar fist swinging in for a punch to this upper-class ponce's gut. In truth, the little robot had no idea what he was doing, or even what the consequences would be; but he wasn't going to let some stuck-up, blue-wired, popcorn-eating, fancy-talking robot poofter get the better of him in front of his girl.

A small red light turned on upon the toasters metal surface. A faint smell of burning started to fill the air.


A few metres away, Kilix stood, as the expression goes, hiding in plain sight. His eyes were darting from place to place, as he knew that this stealth mode didn't have much time left to last. The Dark Clones were obviously feeling something; from what little Kilix could here, it sounded as if a comrade of theirs had fallen. However, there was something drastic happening that would turn the battle against his favour. The Liixan warrior could do nothing but watch as his dark clone's accellerated evolution took place, turning him to more of a feral beast than a civillised warrior. Why can't I do that... he muttered internally.

It seemed as if usual tactics were out of the window; he was going to have to think outside the box. Not only would his doppelganger know every move he would normally concuct-- although his last feat seemed to have done a fairly decent job-- but also now would most likely be faster and stronger than he was. This wasn't a goood sign.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his robotic companion starting a fight with his own opposite counterpart. In a bizzare kind of way, this gave him an idea. Through the neural link he had with his assistant, he sent a simple message, before leaping off the ground to enact his plan; Jump.


KGB wasn't entirely sure what to make of this command, but regardless of the outcome of his fruitless fighting venture, he did, as always, as commanded, swiftly jumping a little way off the ground. Almost as soon as he did so, he felt something move underneath him, and was about to be amazed by what he saw.

Dark KGB-- in whatever state he was in after the Robot's attack-- was about to be very surprised. Kilix was still in full stealth mode, and his boot was aimed directly at the black robot's chest; the kick aiming to do more than simply displace the droid. Should the kick hit, it would be at the perfect trajectory angle to send the little android sailing towards it's master at quite a speed; if the robot was anything like Kilix' own, then it'd be quite a heavy bastard with some momentum behind it.

As Kilix finished his potential makeshift projectile attack, he faded back into existance with a broad grin on his face. He was looking forward to seeing the outcome of this.

[Jimmy Claymore]

As the tip of the blade came sailing down, Jimmy looked up the cut on his shoulder was bleeding mildly, sealing shut from his healing powers but it hurt pretty badly. There was no way he could beat his doppelganger, even with some of the Demon's power flowing through him, this guy had the same advantages he did and unlike him had a semblance of technique. The blade tip coming down very nearly impaled him until Jimmy unexpectedly unleashed a wave of Telekinesis in all directions, his teeth clenched and his body beginning to glow white, his mouth was moving and mouthing a word but gradually spoke faster and faster and the volume escalated

"kill...kill.... Kill... KILL... KILL!!" Jimmy's body began to glow white and with a horrible bestial scream he transformed into his Demon state again. His breathing ragged and his face split into the Other half's usual, charming and invasive smile. He looked at Jimmy's copy and clicked his tongue
"Typical, no-one can ever copy me... even that Mirror failed and he did everyone on Dragonia" The demon side stared upwards with his blank disc like eyes, he wasn't impressed by this. He clicked his tongue and spoke with the same silvery tones he used whenever he was half convincing someone
"Now, why would you want to kill James and... that thing... are you after the robot? Nevermind, it doesn't matter... just go home... you don't deserve this?" The demon was smiling in a horribly comforting manner, he held his long claws out to his copy and said with horrible truthfelness
"If you try anything I'll kill you, anyway..."

[kihaku]

The doppelganger simply watched Jimmy change in such a horriffic fashion, not a single change in his appearance except that he should stand tall and lean against his sword, tip buried in the dirt. When his rantings and sinister threats were finally finished, clone-Jimmy replaced the sword in it's normal resting spot, then tossed it aside, almost as if it was an after thought.

"C'mon Jim-jams, you've gotta do better than that. Demon-side tainted by Dragonian, or whatever, but you've still got the potential to do sooo much more. You've got to... embrace it!" With those words nearly shouted, the same process that took Jimmy down kicking and screaming happened in an instant blaze of black fire, heat rizing off of the demon form in waves that rippled in the air directly around and above him. The raw power being displayed matched that of the original Demon-Jimmy, only the confidence was far more deeply etched in his features. "One being, unafraid of what he is, and you stand a creature divided. You just can't win this one. Death is here bud, but he ain't here for me."

As the dark KGB came sailing in for the blow of the century, his right hand extended, and with a small beeping noise, the flailing black robot suddenly seemed to explode, metallic bits blossoming from the middle of the mecha-Liixan. Finally, upon reaching the doppelganger, the "exploding"ceased, and the flowering bits, four exact parts to be exact, suddenly clamped about the arm, all the way until an inch before the elbow.

Arms and legs shifted about with mechanical clicks, a singular whir sounding from the depths of the KGB, and quite without warning, the bottom half of the robot split open, revealing a perfectly round six-inch hole with much buzzing coming from within.

Dark KGB had become Dark KGBlast-Cannon.

"GRAWWW!" At that instant, an immensly powerful beam of black energy shot from the depths of the cannon, strong enough to take off an unsuspecting warrior's head. When the beam subsided, the hole closed off slightly as an iris shrunk the muzzle-size, and instantly a foot-long blade shot out the bottom side of the transformed bot.

With a grunt and speed never before seen come from any Liixan, a downwards slash was aimed to dice Kilix in half.

[Jimmy Claymore]

The other demon told him, point blank that he was unified and combined, one being not the split two that Jimmy and his Other Half were. The blond haired demon simply stood emotionless as he was told how doomed he was, he was quiet for a second before his face split into a broad smile that was chilling to behold
"I'm impressed, your right, me and Jim Jams as you call him are divided, but can your simple mind think laterally and wonder why that might be?" he raised his eyes and he licked his lips viciously "Whoever made you did a good job, with James holding me back I'd say we're about equal. But the important question is still unanswered. You are certainly one being united, but what are you? I know the answer, Jimmy doesn't, and I don't know if you do. I know what I am, I'm a Demon, in fact I'm the 'original Satan' if you would... and I've been talking far too much" Demon Jimmy's body flickered and he re-appeared behind the copy Demon with a claw raised and clenched the smile still there
"I mean, it's not like you'll be around to tell anyone" he swept his claw back aimed for his copies head but using the blunt side, he wanted to test the water somewhat, see if it fought like him too. With a pivot he swung his body so he was beneath his copy and lunged upwards with both feet in a twisting motion, his body vanished after he'd gone through his initial movements and he appeared above his copy again. Short range teleportation, such a marvelous ability. He smiled cheerily down and his aura ignited into life, a small glowing ball of energy forming. This was the real test of how similar they'd made them. If he wasn't poisoned in the slightest then he had a serious problem on his hands, if he was... then they weren't carbon copies. He threw the blast of Ki and in a moment of almost altruism, he teleported again and as the Dark Kilix lunged to stab the Liixan he thrust his claws forward at a reasonably fast speed aimed for the creatures chest. If he caught it unawares, this could be the turning point for the battle. If not, well, he wouldn't slice Kilix in two.

His eye was attracted to a small metal object and with that same insane speed appeared squatting next to it
"Huh, a Toaster... I can find a use for this" He reached for the toaster and his mind was blooming full of idea of how to severely burn either of the dark copies. He couldn't see a logical reason to kill the cat yet, he was distracting one of them it seemed. But a toaster could be a weapon in the wrong hands...

((OOC: If he can get past KGB that is, I've got a pretty good idea for this one I think)

[Archer]

The boot connected, the dark robot being flung at incredible speeds towards the Dark Liixan. There was a slight curve overhead, the headwind playing in the Goodies favour. It looked like it was going to be a goal, the ‘ball’ closing in quicker by the—what the fuck? The ball’s exploded! Oh my good god, parts are flying everywhere, it’s chaos! But wait, what’s this? They’re regrouping… on the Liixan’s arm? And now what’s going on… there’s an opening… holy fuck, is that thing about to fire a beam from it’s ars—

KGB’s mental commentary stopped dead for a moment.

”Daddy,” queried the small robot. Kilix couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to give a damn.
”What is it, son?” he said wearily; he might as well play along for the time being.
”When I’m older, can I be one of them?”
”Go to your room.”

As KGB started to walk away in a slight huff, the true danger of the situation became apparent to Kilix, as the dark energy exploded violently out of the Dark Robot’s reformed rear end, blasting towards the warrior at a speed he wasn’t counting on. However, after having been in Stealth Mode for the last few minutes, his power was drained; he was slowly charging himself back up, but he had to be lenient; no Micro Shield usage or he’d wipe his power completely. That didn’t leave him many options…

The commands fired from his head to the Robot almost immediately, as Kilix dived backwards, grabbing KGB by the arms before tucking on impact with the ground and rolling, this one movement keeping him a safe distance away from the incoming blast. ”Sorry, buddy,” he muttered as he once again pushed himself off the ground, this time to his left, but not before heaving the robot into the air, directly into the flight path of the dark energy.

As soon as KGB had left his master’s hands, his body started to glow, and with a flash of light an electric blue sphere formed around the robot; strangely enough with all that had happened on Dragonia, this was the young droid’s first use of his Shield since he’d arrived. The dark energy hit, causing a concentrated spark of blue on the sphere, before pushing it backwards, the colliding energy transporting the Robot along it’s flight path before it. Kilix looked briefly by, as KGB flew by, a large grin on his features and the single word of “WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” erupting from him into the environment.

Leaving this passing thought, Kilix’ head immediately snapped back onto the target, whose energy attack was drawing to a close. Quickly, Kilix dashed towards his opponent, but it seemed that this new formed warriors’ speed was indeed far superior; within a moment he was bearing down on him with a foot long blade, looking to cleave Kilix in two. However, before he could even think of a countermeasure, someone else intervened; the Demon Jimmy appeared between the akin warriors.

The Liixan didn’t have time to wonder why he was doing this; instead he used his momentum—he was, of course, in the process of moving when his opponent began to bear down on him—to roll around to the right, his hand flicking over his belt to activate a dispenser. While Dark Kilix was busy dealing with the Demon—from what Kilix knew of Jimmy, this Demon side was a force to be reckoned with, even by his doppelgangers newly achieved form—the E-M-P Grenade slipped swiftly into Kilix’s gloved hand, the number on it’s dial immediately counting down from three. By two it was launched from his hand, and on one it had drawn level with the new metallic attachment to his opponent’s arm. Kilix carried on moving, just in time to outrun the crackling field of Electromagnetic Force, all the while keeping his eyes open for Demon Jimmy’s now unoccupied foe.

[kihaku]

Before either doppelganger could launch a counter-attack, there was a concussive blast to the east of the battle ground, and the two Chaos entities appeared to have been rather busy. Between the two of them was a perfectly drawn circle, with a six-point star with each apex touching the edges of the circle. Purple arcs of electricity raced across its surface, before shooting off on a tangent, and smacking both doppelgangers square in the chest. As if caught like fish on a hook, they were drawn in despite their constant struggle to get away.

”No, DAMMIT, WE CAN’T LOSE!!”

“I TOLD you to switch opponents!”

Before any more rebukes could be exchanged, they were sucked down into the earth. The electricity immediately ceased to flow, and from the edges of the circle, black ooze began to flow. It seemed almost liquid as it raced along the design drawn in the soil, giving an audible concussion, like a small scale explosion, as the Chaos Energy hit a node. When the roiling midnight finally hit dead center, there was an almost painful boom, throwing the Chaos entities aside, and casting a shaft of indigo light into the gloomy sky.

The two creatures then stood and moved towards the two warriors, and the Shadow Form kneeled down, drawing words in the dust.

“Spell started. We wait.”