The central plaza within Pueblo Bonito was deathly silent as Brettonias waited withing the middle of the place, arms folded and his head lowered as he waited. Waited for what felt like an eternity. Waiting for the one who existence should never have come to be. As he waited, a slow darkness began to cover across the pale light coming through the glass dome of the plaza above.
The darkness creeped over and finally smothered the last bit of light as Brettonias slowly looked up, glinting his eyes towards the form of white steel. The underside of a Valor. Its massive size felt like nothing compared to Brettonias's mind, knowing that only one soul aboard the ships hundreds meant more to him in their existence. A shimmering hue of crystal blue began to pulse nearby him before he turned, looking slowly at the glowing hue of his personal hoverdroid. //Sir...Your company has arrived...I have directed your company here to the plaza and they shall be here within moments Sir.\\ Only a nod came from Brettonias kept his eyes forward, perking his ears up as he finally heard a pair of footsteps coming from the dimly lit hallway.
Clack... Click... Clack...
Through the dim doorway came two figures, both draped in Gallic white. One a Man of raven black hair. The other... The meaning to this meeting. The latter began to walk towards Brettonias, giving a sneering laugh as he walked a few steps from him. The pair stood in silence for several moments until Brettonias looked at the other in white. "One of your lackeys I presume? Or just the one to drag your carcass from here when I'm finished with you?" Felanis turned and looked at the his companion, shaking his head. "Non, this is my successor, Jean du Frobeige. In case I fall tonight, he will be your opponent til either he falls or you do."
The man came up to Felanis's side and began to disrobe him, baring his violet pelt and metallic sheen of a suit. From out of the deep pockets of Frobeiges suit, he bore a pair of curved blades and a hooped one as well. With a sneer, felanis brought his tail around and took the circular one in a paw, sliding it around his tail until he took a hold of the other pair. Frobeige walked several steps away, making room until Felanis began a quick display of his technique, circling his arms fluidly from side to side like a dance until he posed into an aggressive stance.
Brettonias looked upon this with a deep gruff as he walked over to one of the stone outcroppings, taking a deep breath as he began to remove his robe. The dim shining of light from the dome showed a the markings of a body suit, scaled and lightly armored in black plates until he reached into his robe. Within his bionic arm, he branded a pair of sheathed blades, turning and walked back to the center of the plaza. "Kusarian Steel. About 400 years old. And a gift from a good friend of mine, along with his teachings." He showed the black sheaths towards Felanis, one in each hand as he stood there. With a single swipe back of his paws, each of the blades unsheathed in midair, crossing them into an X with the glint of perfect steel..
Brettonias kept his eyes forward as his pose stayed, taking one slow breath after the other until he spoke.. "Naoko... Leave us..." The droid turned and quickly hovered away, passing through one of the nearby doors. Felanis turned his head and nudged behind him, causing Frobeige to slowly bow in return, turning towards the hall they came from and left the pair.
Silence filled the plaza once as the pair squared off, brandishing their weapons as each one was an army in their own right, ready to face each other til one fell.
Both came at each other in a murderous roar of their own, meeting each other in a deadlock of steel, growling at each other face to face. Brettonias pushed hard at his foe and forced him back a step, pointing the tip of his left blade at him. "Your Lord took this arm to create you... Tonight I plan to take back my flesh that he took!" With lightning speed, Felanis charged, leaping quickly to his foes side to swipe at him. The long blades shifted in Brettonias's paws and pointed down, barely able to block the attack as Felanis vaulted backwards, landing on one of the shorter pillars and crouched down.
Another roar came from Brettonias as he charged at Vulpe, swinging from side to side, one blade at a time. The feline laughed and hoped from one pillar to the next, landing into the dirt of one of the large plants kept within the Plaza..
"You're too slow Mesieur.."
"Just shut up and die!"
Each fighter traded one blow after the other, neither willing to back down as every trading blow created sparks, lighting up the dim arena of Pueblo until Felanis gained the upper hand. With a precision hit from his tail blade, the blade from Brettonias's left hand was knocked away, leaving him with just the one sword. Felanis grinned as he leapt back, digging his feet into the stonework as he began to laugh, coughing up a bout of his own blood to the floor. "You damned cheat!..", He said, looking down at the splatting of his foes blood upon the cold ground. "All is fair in this fight.. Remember?"
Hiding his grin from his foe, Brettonias's left arm began to shift, turning into its buster form and aimed the barrel at Felanis. "Guess so.", he said, unloading the cannon in a rapid series of plasma bursts, forcing Felanis's face of pleasure to a face of shock. The panther leap bout to bout from one outcropping to the next, running from the blasts of hot white plasma as they hit the white steel and stone of the plaza, blasting away chunks in a shower of debris. Felanis leapt upon the head of a statue of Eris, standing upright and folded his arms, looking at him in displeasure.
Without flinching, Brettonias took a second to charge, landing a heavy shot upon the statue, blasting it into a cloud of stone and dust. From the cloud leapt at him the violet and white of fur and teeth, snapping past him in an attempt to land a killing blow. Brettonias fell to the ground, barely missing until he landed upon his back. The glint of steel shore before him as he rolled over and over, barely missing the trio of blade strikes from Felanis's ground onslaught. In a desperate turn, Brettonias, fired a heavy shot into the ground, causing the blast to throw him and Felanis several feet away into seperate heaps. He took pause and began to slowly get to his feet, aiming his arm cannon slowly at the violet pile before him, his vision rocked and dizzy from the concussion of the blast.
The pile began to turn as a painful groan escaped from Felanis, rolling until a screech of pain escaped his lips. Suddenly grabbing at his leg, the sight of his own blade piercing his leg made him flinch in pain, only to cough another puddle of blood to the floor as he yanked it out. Two forms began to get to their feet, rocked by each others attacks as Brettonias was the only one left standing with weapon in hand. "I win..."
Brettonias took a long charge as his opponent staggered, to his feet, aiming down the sight of his arm directly at the face of his clone until the sound of a sliding door caught his attention, turning an ear back. The coming sound from the doorway, made Brettonias's blood drain from his body, feeling frozen as his head turned, grating in an icy turn as the echo's of the voice repeated over and over in his mind.
"Dahddi?.."
==END OF PART ONE==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
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