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There has been something I’ve sat on, not doing a thing with for a while because, A: Laziness and B: debate on if I ended the scene too quickly. Think it has been put out there that characters should NOT be given weapons, powers etc. without trials that they must complete, if abilities are just given, that character becomes “Hollow” & boring.
Most of you know I’ve been writing a crossover between the 90s version of Sailor Moon for months and the novel I’m writing. I’m more than half done with the story, but below is a fight scene between Xavior’s vampire self an him, but is it too short? Would you let me know what you think please? 🙂
“Xavior and Fujiko walked into a room, more than likely a guest room, waiting for the feline adviser before shutting and locking themselves in. The man knew how to begin down the path of communing with his inner vampire, Blackrose taught him how to perform the ritual before she fought that mage, knowledge having him take the Kahimoto sword sheathe with the weapon in it off his back and set it in front of him after sitting cross legged. After a pause, probably to get what he needed to say to the part he imprisoned together, Xavior started to chant in a forgotten tongue, going into a trance soon after.
Heeding the feline warrior’s words, Luna remained still like a statue, unsure of their motives, but the adviser didn’t want to risk anything if what she heard was true. Though it might’ve been her imagination or maybe her eyes playing tricks on her, she wasn’t sure, she just knew some black mist started to form around the male warrior, giving the cat reason to move, yet she did nothing. Strange wouldn’t even touch the situation, making Queen Serenity’s adviser think the two could be from the Negaforce, but that wouldn’t explain them aiding the queen or what his friend told the prince, letting the thought that they were spies vanish.
While chanting, Xavior couldn’t ignore the misty presence that formed across from him, he couldn’t really, compelling Blackrose’s mate to open his eyes. Even though what peered at him seemed like a normal warrior, the Izurian knew better, having the man sigh, but before he could say a thing, the entity jumped and tackled him before saying, “I’m a part of you?! Don’t make me laugh, you’re weak!!” in anger, a bit of rage fueled that as it growled demonically, baring it’s fangs. It made Xavior’s nature quite sick knowing Blackrose gifted the man looking back immortality, only to deny what he was, making the vampire form add, “Stupid child, you’ve lost what our Sire fell in love with. Perhaps I should take over and kill these people and return home by her side!” the anger and demonic overtone more pronounced on that last part, but after it said that something hit Xavior, making him grab the monster’s arm, forcing it to let go.
“If you kill these people, how will you get home to Ervere since this world’s queen is the only one who can send us back?” Xavior asked, pointing out the obvious to his other half, but knew better. It could’ve been the memory of how Blackrose was before they fell in love that ignited fire within him to fight back, but her mate wasn’t about to let his nature’s blood lust rule him, making him pickup the Kahimoto sword. True, perhaps he was a child who feared that side of himself, Xavior admitted that, even though it hurt to do so, but at the time, he couldn’t commune with the inner vampire and if any part of the man made up the being, it had to know that fact.
“Hmph worm, are you going to fight me now?” the demonic side of the man asked smugly, looking at him drawing the blade. It knew what this weak version was attempting, that went without saying, having the thrill of battle come to it, but the vampire had no plan to let the pitiful version of itself just use the abilities it had then go back to neglecting what he was. No, though a blood thirsty entity, wanting to control Xavior, it was still him in a sense and had a bit of honor, a fact making it give him a test, one that if he should lose, well.
As he looked at his vampire self, he knew this was a battle he couldn’t afford losing, an admission making Blackrose’s mate take a stance. There wasn’t time for a long drawn out inner battle with his inner vampire, Xavior knew that, but he also knew that if he should lose, the vampire would take control, not unlike Bloodrose did to his wife before she settled things with it, one thing he couldn’t allow to happen. Though it seemed like forever, the time came when the two took off after the other, crossing swords with a mighty clang, both not giving up ground.
Though separated from the man, holding most of his unnatural strength, it impressed Xavior’s demonic half that he still had a lot of power behind him, having it grin. “Very good, you might be worthy enough to keep pace with me now, but for how long?” the entity asked in a cocky tone as it parted, a cackle couldn’t be missed while resetting a stance. How many ways to get rid of the baggage that stood there were overflowing in the demon’s head, making the expression on it’s face darken. Just taking control and dominating him, like the evil did to Blackrose for centuries seemed like a good option, though a bit less fun, but a way came to the forefront, getting the man’s nature excited before vanishing.
Time wasn’t on his side, one fact Xavior clung to as he sat back on his knees, the Kahimoto sheathed, as if he was giving in. “Blackrose, I won’t fear what I am anymore, you will be proud when you awaken, my dark cat!” he muttered as he saw her smiling in his head, like he connected to her again right before standing and crossing blades with the inner version of himself that tried coming up behind. Now, he wasn’t about to let his nature control him, not now that he finally found what he lost, and it was time to rise and claim the power she gave him, making Xavior disappear, meeting his nature’s blows with his, ending with the demon half at his feet.
Nothing was said for minutes on end, having Blackrose’s husband think his nature was plotting but as it looked at him, it saw what the vampire cat fell in love with return to the man. The vampire side knew that the last few seconds they traded blows wasn’t easy on either of them, the slow healing scars were proof of that, making it chuckle before it said, “And THERE it is, I knew we still had that in us!” in a demonic tone, though Xavior couldn’t help but note a little praise at the end. As the nature stood, it added, “Never forget, I’m apart of you!” coldly, as if the being wanted to say, “Slip, and I’ll control you.”, a warning affirming the vampire feline mate’s resolve.
Xavior wasn’t going to forget that again, making him nod before the entity disappeared back into him.”