Like a fly in a spider’s web, the more Sting struggled the more Rogue bared his fangs and ready to make the kill. Each inch of denial just brought the Eclipse Dragon closer to the end. “Ufufufuf. You may be the guild master but it doesn’t cover for your flaws as a mage, and more importantly as a human.” This Rogue in remembering how difficult toll it took on Sting to run a guild is just merely the poison to his blade. Break Sting’s spirit and he will surely fall, its how Rogue killed him in the first place. The attack did inflict harm to Rogue, but due to already having Sting’s power just nullified the effects. “You forget that I have your power as well, none of your attacks can take me down so easily.”
He said with the smug look on his face, just continually mocking Sting at a boiling point. Entering in his Dragon Force, the Eclipse Dragon’s darker self consumes his right half in showing the massive scar that took over his right eye and face. “Do you recall the feeling when you first lost Lector? When Master Jiemma attempted to kill him if it weren’t for Minerva? Remember how you engulfed yourself in hate and sorrow….” He replied, eye dilated with a raging serpent glare. Pain was etched on Rogue’s face when he looks at Sting. “….Now think of all that pain ten times worse if Lector died, because that was what happen to Frosch!”
光 ≻ The blond stood there in a daze, his vision, his thoughts becoming hazy and unclear. None of this made sense to him. How….was any of this possible? Why –no how did Rogue turn out like this? What went wrong…? Slightly, everso slightly and turned to violent shaking he stood there. . “N-no…it’s impossible. I won’t–! i refuse dammit!" His attack was canceled by the other’s and his words struck him hard, like a blade. The White Dragon Slayer’s teeth gritted together and he narrowed his flickering golden hues. So many words he wanted to say, but it felt as if something clenched around his vocal chords preventing him from speaking. It was if….he was being puppeted, controlled and was being led right into this Rogue, the future Rogue trap.
光 ≻ His body shook and a deep growl cam from deep within his throat as the other began to mock him more, further pushing the blade into him. This Rogue before him, it was Rogue but he was not the one he knew. Sting had to accept this very fact or else… But a part of him still believed, still had faith Rogue was in there somewhere. Some how….he had to reach in and bring him back into the light, find out the truth, one way or another. He just had to save his brother.
光 ≻ Glowing white ribbons billowed around him and white scales were seen splattered all across his skin as his golden irises narrowed at the other as he two entered his own dragon force and shuddered inwardly at the scar and missing eye of the other. His teeth grit together at the ghastly sight before him—the sight of his brother as he still believed deep in his heart. That belief disappeared, briefly as the bi-colored haired mage began to mock him, reminding him of his lowest point. Just hearing those words, the way they were spoken, he knew this was not the Rogue he knew and loved. Blind rage and fury enveloped his mind, taking him back to that time. "Shut up…Shut up…SHUT UP!!" He roared and fired off sloppy punches, missing him entirely. He panted and his eyes flaring now and his fangs bared. Anger had blinded him now and had taken hold of his mind….mostly. A part of sanity remained, he stood there, flaring up, literally, words from the other came to his mind’s surface.
Wait….he said same thing happened to Frosch? Frosch….died…?’
光 ≻ Still tense, he relaxed slightly, but kept in a defensive stance. "What the hell do ya mean about Frosch!? What’re you goin on about!?" This Rogue was speaking in riddles and in pieces and it was becoming harder and harder to piece it all together, but slowly, Sting was starting to understand. Maybe….but he knew he had to. A growl seeped from his mouth as he lunged at the other and swung his leg at him and grabbed him regardless if it hit or not. "For once in your god damn life Rogue, whether you are him or the present of whatever, tell me what the fuck is going on! No matter what, I am your brother and I will have your back no matter what you become!" His grip tightened on the other and it shook slightly, but he remained planted where he was.
光 ≻ A small smile tugged on his tightened mouth, but his eyes remained firm and fierce, "I am your brother through and through and I’ll follow you into the dark. And if to fight you is the only way for you to talk, then so be it. I don’t give a damn if our powers are matched, I know your moves, I can still kick your ass, Rogue.” A glowing hand pressed on the other and he smirked, “…white dragon’s claw." A glowing Stigma appeared on the other and Sting pushed off and flipped back quickly and bent his arm at an odd angle, "Holy…" he started as a bright and holy light enveloped in his hand and he thrust himself quickly toward Rogue, "NOVA!!!!"
光 ≻ White pillars infused with a bright light and light immersed the whole broken scenery in the purest of whites. Sting landed, panting and winced and stumbled catching onto a piece of rubble. "Da-damn….too much magical power…but, did…it work?" He asked aloud to himself. True, that was his best attack and could kill, but he only released enough to damage this Rogue, not kill.
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