Y Rank
Confidence Int.
Fat Monsterland
The mountaintop exploded, rubble and dirt rocketing into the sky in all directions. Through the smog, Vandrad went soaring down towards the ground, back to the ever approaching earth, staring back up into the smoke. The haze twisted and split apart as Xavier rushed through it, quickly gaining on the falling future king. Vandrad scoffed as his magic took hold of him at the last moment, ripping him from his descent and pulling him parallel to the ground. Xavier crashed into the ground, denting the grassy surface and carving a new hole before he shot out of it in pursuit.
“I’ve powered the suit to match his current magical level and beyond. I saw the strange transformation he undertook when he fought you on Rhaegar and I have calculated what boost he would attain if he took it on during this fight,” Bast spoke to him in his head as dark tendrils erupted from his shoulders, jabbing at Vandrad. The future king zipped to either side, easily dodging the stabs without much effort. Xavier didn’t answer Bast as his hands and feet landed on the ground and he leapt again, ripping the ground apart beneath him as he boosted himself even faster. Vandrad’s eyes widened a touch as the former God-King slammed into him with his shoulder, wrapping the future king around him for a moment. His arms grabbed his legs and one leg slammed down into the surface as he turned and spun around, sending Vandrad flying into a hillside. With a thunderous slam, Vandrad was buried in the earth, a dark hole left in the wake of his impact.
“I doubt I’ll need it,” Xavier remarked as he stared into the hole.
"Need what?” Vandrad asked. There stood the future king, his back to Xavier, with only a few scuffs of dirt over his face and armor.
“What?!” Xavier cried out in surprise, twisting around and leaping back. But Vandrad was already pushing off the ground in a hurried pursuit, arm pulled back and rushing forward to grab the facemask of Xavier. His magical energy exploded from behind him, thrusting him forward as he pivoted their direction, causing Xavier to slam into and through a tree. Vandrad kept up the pace, pushing the former God-King through several trees before he twisted and sent Xavier flying away, much like the former had done to him.
Xavier’s tendrils shot out to catch him and slow his movement as Vandrad came rushing back in. Grunting, he quickly evaporated into crackling smoke and zipped around behind Vandrad. His arms shot up and together, preparing to deliver a hammerblow to the future king. But just as he brought it down, Vandrad brought his knee up and shifted his bodyweight, slamming his leg into Xavier’s gut. The former God-King gasped in surprise but his shock was dealt another painful blow as Vandrad’s leg unfolded in a rising kick, forcing him from a bent over to a fully bent back position. A final, spinning back kick slammed into the front of his mask, knocking him back. He growled as he planted his foot and rushed in to throw a punch. But in a split second, movement he couldn’t even see, Vandrad was gone, teleporting behind him and slamming his elbow into his back to send him flying once more.
Magical energy gathered into Vandrad’s hand as he held it up, compressing into a ball of roaring power. He gestured towards Xavier and the magic attack rushed forward after him. The former God-King managed to pivot in the air and dodge the attack, the blue orb zipping just over his shoulder and up into the sky. Xavier whipped back around to look at Vandrad, who snorted again and took off one more, soaring just above the ground. Xavier quickly chased after him, leaving several yards of distance between their parallel tracks. Black magical energy swirled around his right hand as he fell in sync with Vandrad and then he twisted to throw it at the future king, only to watch it zip past the dissipating afterimage of the other man.
Vandrad reappeared behind him, another ball of magic in the same hand as before. He launched it at Xavier, who spun around and reinforced the hand of his suit so that he could knock the blast away. He sent it spiraling off to crash into a nearby hillside, exploding instantly on contact. Xavier swiped his hand through the air and released another black globe of smoky magic towards Vandrad, following it up with another and then combining both of his hands to launch a ray of magic to complete the trifecta. Vandrad summoned his magic around him in an aura, empowering his defenses as he stretched one fist up to punch the first blast away, twisted to punch the other in the opposite direction and then pulled both hands back behind him, coalescing magic in the space between his palms which he then shot into and through the heart of the ray, extinguishing it into particles. A rip of thunder tore through the air as streaks of lightning, leftovers of his attack, ripped right past Xavier, who put up his arms and leg defensively, gritting his teeth as the shock tagged his body for a moment.
But it was a fakeout, as one of the streaks of lightning zipped past and animated Vandrad behind him, hands already ready. "Foolish,” Vandrad spat as the magic between his hands reached its brink and he thrust it into Xavier, trapping him on the head of it as he soared up into the air. Up, up went the former God-King, high into the atmosphere. He twisted his body around the cracking magic and thrust his hand into the core, warping the ethernano within and bringing it to a halt. In a split second action, black wings, made of the same material the suit was, erupted from his shoulder blades, allowing him free control in the air as he threw the altered magic attack back at the now approaching Vandrad.
The future king flipped over it, releasing another blast at Xavier as he came over himself. Xavier’s wings flapped heavily, pushing him away from the countering blast. “He’s barely breaking a sweat and he hasn’t even gone blond,” he grumbled, both to himself and Bast. “Time to put the pressure on.” Warped magical energy erupted from him, smoky darkness billowing off the outline of his form as he quickly disappeared from where he was in the air.
Vandrad’s eyes narrowed as he scoffed again. He fully turned in the air and threw his fist forward to clash with Xavier’s as it reappeared out of the smoke behind him. Both men pulled back and launched forwards again with knees slamming into one another. But it was Xavier this time who pulled away and past Vandrad, using his boosted speed and agility to slam his foot into Vandrad’s rib and send him flying through the air. He twisted and followed after, even as Vandrad used his magic to force him to stop several yards away. Magic coursed into his hands as he shot them forward, resulting in a ray of magic that slammed into Xavier. He pulled his arms to his chest, reinforcing his suit against the damaging properties but still pushed back. As the ray dissipated, he once more disappeared into smoke and reappeared behind Vandrad. Only this time, as the future king brought his hands up to slam Xavier down with a hammerblow, Xavier was able to extend the talons on his fingers as he thrust them forward towards Vandrad’s sternum. “Got him.”
Except he didn’t. Vandrad pivoted his body at the last moment, the talons stabbing into his right side. His armor cracked and broke as the talons found purchase on the flesh below. But Xavier had missed his mark. He needed to hit a major artery or Vandrad’s magical core for the toxic to take effect and paralyze him. A side wound, barely deep enough to slow Vandrad down, wasn’t enough. Vandrad growled and thrust his hand forward, releasing a thin line of magic that slammed into Xavier’s body and sent him flipping backwards.
Vandrad hissed as he looked down the holes in his armor, blood oozing out from the spots. "So you’re more than an everyday assassin. I’m almost impressed,” he remarked as golden light began to emanate off of his body. With a flash of light and a burst of magic, his Golden Grade Empowerment swept over him, raising his power higher than before.
Xavier regained his grounding, slamming his feet into the ground as dark magic wrapped around his hands once more. He thrust them forward, releasing a dangerous ray of magic towards Vandrad, before following it up with a blast. Digging deep into the suit’s power, he swiftly dissipated into smoke once more and appeared in front of Vandrad, hands out as he caught his own ray of magic in his hands.
"What?!” Vandrad asked in surprise as Xavier disappeared and reappeared behind him, clutching the shimmering magic in his hands before pushing it out in a ray again. And the other blast was still rushing in, placing the future king between both attacks. For a split second, his mind splintered into a thousand different possibilities, his eyes flashing silver as he rotated his body in a leap and avoided both attacks without injury. But the moment of clarity left as quickly as it had come, allowing Xavier to get the upper hand as he came crashing down into Vandrad. He slammed his fists hard into the future king’s stomach, denting and cracking the armor before he twisted and delivered a kick hard into Vandrad’s sternum, sending him soaring down into the ground.
The hard impact caused the entirety of the area to rumble, erupting in a thick smog of dirt. Xavier landed on the ground yards away from the earthy plume, panting. “How long until it’s ready?” he asked Bast concerning the paralyzing attack.
“A few minutes. But you cannot afford to miss another time. You are pushing the suit to its limits already,” she informed him.
"Who is it that you keep talking to?” Vandrad’s voice rose out of the smoke as it began to fade away. The future king stood up from the crater, his armor fragmented. He was already showing signs of some bruising but even as he got fully to his feet, it seemed to be healing. He rolled his shoulders as he set his gaze on Xavier. "You’re gibbering away to yourself like a madman. Do you have someone giving you instructions inside that suit?”
Xavier didn’t answer, despite Vandrad scoffing. "Yes, I realized it after the first few times I hit it. That is some kind of synthetic creation, not your real form. Whoever you are, you’re hiding your presence beneath it. What I can’t figure out is what it’s made of. Something unearthly, that much I know.” Every time he’d gotten close to the assassin, he could feel the Ark twisting, yearning to break free and lash out. Whoever this person was, they were involved with some kind of god or demon. The question was, who was that determined to capture him? Faera possibly but the magic didn’t feel like Mythal’s when he used his Kingdom Darkness Embodiment.
The former God-King continued to remain silent. "It doesn’t matter. Whatever master you’re serving, I’m going to make an example of you for their benefit. A warning against trying to make a move against me again.” Vandrad tucked his arms at his sides. "I’m done playing with you.” Magic erupted from him at levels that shook the very foundation of the land around them. Xavier’s eyes went wide behind the mask as he watched golden hair give way to blue. The ground splintered beneath the future king as he took on his strongest Empowerment, the air in the surrounding area thick and heavy from the pressure he exerted.
“No…no…” Bast muttered, the first time Xavier had heard fear in her voice. “He’s… too strong. This suit is not prepared to fight that level of power. How did he become this strong?”
Xavier grit his teeth. “It don’t matter. This is our one shot. If we try to run, we’ll die tired. We gotta fight!”
Even as the words left his mouth, Vandrad was in front of him, having moved so quickly that he hadn’t even seen him leave where he was standing. The punch landed hard enough to shake every bone in his body, his suit quaking from the impact. He was sent flying, his wings forced to shoot out to stop his rapid movement. He tried to bring his hands together to prepare another magical attack but Vandrad was already behind him, slamming his fist into his stomach and driving the wind out of his lungs. He gasped, hunkered over the first in his stomach, the sound cut off as Vandrad planted another fist into his face, knocking him back up. He felt the magic in Vandrad’s hands building and he quickly turned into smoke to get behind him, only for Vandrad to be behind him, slamming his fist into the back of his suit and sending him forward.
Xavier flew forward, catching himself but Vandrad was there, punching him in the chest and sending him flying again. Within seconds, Vandrad reappeared, attacked and repeated the motion several times, ping-ponging him around the area as they moved up into the sky. Vandrad slammed his elbow into Xavier’s chest and then quickly teleported above him, hitting him with both legs in a hard kick to send him down towards the ground. The former God-King used his tattered wings to abruptly stop, charging up magical energy in his hands. But above him, Vandrad already had a beam charged and when it came down, it filled the area with light. Xavier just barely managed to move out of the way of it, thrown back as it hit the ground and exploded. Vandrad was there, always there, punching him and kicking him. Xavier roared, pulling from his own magical core to add to the suit. Dark energy ebbed off of him as he met Vandrad blow for blow, slamming fists, legs and knees against one another in quick flurries that moved them around the area. It was a last rebellious gasp, he knew; a surge of fervor that would buy him moments to live longer.
Vandrad grabbed an incoming punch, holding it in place as he pulled back his other fist and slammed it into Xavier’s chest. This one carried much more weight, aided by the magic he had compressed into his muscles. The former God-King flew at such a rapid rate, he broke the sound barrier, slamming into a hillside and erupting out the other side. He repeated that several times, his suit snapping and breaking with each new impact. As he came out the other side of the last hillside, Vandrad was already there, hand at the ready, devastating, lethal magic formed in his palm.
"It’s over.”
Just as he released it, Xavier got one last surge of adrenaline. He used the last bits of the suit’s magic to push him just out of the way and twist around. A single, barely formed tendril erupted from his hand and stabbed into the center part of Vandrad’s chest plate, tearing through the plate, the protective undergarment and his skin. It found its mark, hitting his magical core and swiftly injecting the toxic. Vandrad’s eyes shot wide as he felt his entire body seize up, his muscles locked in place as his own ethernano was turned back against him. He began to fall towards the ground, Xavier finding the very last traces of his fighting spirit to push himself down to catch Vandrad in his arms. He turned around, putting himself in the trajectory to hit the ground first, which he did hard. The two bounced along the grassy knoll, rolling down together before coming to a stop at the bottom of the fractured, splintered hill.
At the end of their tumble, Vandrad lay on his back, still immobilized. Xavier was on his front a few feet away, unmoving as well, at first. It was Bast’s voice yelling in his mind that pulled him from the dark depths of unconsciousness. “Xavier! Xavier! You need to get up!”
The former God-King groaned softly, eyes blinking weakly. His suit had begun to slowly reform after being pulverized. As he slowly pushed himself up to his knees, he turned his gaze to look at Vandrad, still lying on the ground, staring at him.
After a moment, he crawled over until he was seated right over Vandrad. “We… we got him,” he said between ragged pants, coughing and tasting blood.
“This energy… It's so palpable. It’s horrendous. Ulthar, what have you…?” Bast muttered in his head.
“What do we do? How do we free him?” Xavier asked.
Bast didn’t answer right away. Xavier’s head turned slightly away from Vandrad. “Bast? What do we have to do here? How do we save Vandrad?”
“I’m sorry, Xavier. He’s too far gone. This power is deep. He’s fully infected. We can’t…” He almost felt her swallow hard. “All we can do is cut Ulthar off from his weapon. Xavier, you have to kill him. Now.”
The former God-King’s eyes went wide. “What?! But you said I wouldn’t…”
“I know what I said! But I didn’t know he’d be this too far gone! There is no other choice, Xavier. You have to kill him now before Ulthar learns what has happened to him and intervenes!”
Xavier’s hands were shaking as the weight of realization came crashing down on him. He could only stare down at Vandrad in shock, the mask hiding his horror. He swallowed hard once, twice, all the moisture leaving his mouth. “But-”
“Xavier! If you delay even a moment longer, it will be too late! He has to die! For the sake of this world, of every world, you must end Vandrad du Wolff right now! Make it easier on yourself and think of all the pain his family caused you! It’ll make it easier! NOW DO IT!”
All the pain that the du Wolffs had caused him. His father left high and dry at the moment of his finest hour. Cut down in his prime by Bacchus… disappearance. All because Ulthar had forced his will upon them, taken hostage of an entire family for his own purposes. And Vandrad was his tool, his weapon, the instrument he wanted to use to bring about the return of the Vogdae…
Then why couldn’t he sense it? He was wearing the suit, why didn’t he feel the same wicked aura that Bast was claiming she felt, a whole dimension separate from them? Something wasn’t adding up right. Slowly his hands fell to his side. “Naw. I ain’t about killin’ Vandrad anymore. There has to be another way. I told you, no more killin’. That shit ended when Rhaegar did.”
Vandrad’s eyes seemed to widen just a bit more in realization, even in spite of the immobilization. "Xav…ier?” he mumbled out softly.
He would have answered. He would have taken that time to explain everything. Bast was screeching in his head but he couldn’t hear her anymore. They had exchanged blows yet again but now, given the chance to end it, Xavier had chosen a different path. He knew he owed Vandrad every explanation in the world and he was ready and willing to finally give it to him.
But any attempt was brought to a stop when something hard, fast and powerful crashed into his head and sent him flying back into the hillside.