"Hmm? Oh, I was just waiting for you. And by the way, we've been formally invited to a ball, and Miridia is pretty keen to accept." Akron sighed. "I was gonna go look for some tuxedos, maybe we can go together and help you find a dress."
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Dasken flew around in all kinds of awkward and unpredictable patterns, and eventually left Drakkon stumped and frustrated. He rushed to where the normal oortal is to the mansion, hopping that Miridia would sense him somehow. He looked at Ashley and himself. Ashley had a gouge in her forehead and felt balmy and clammy. They were both riddled with bruises and scars, and were both pale and malnourished. Dasken fell to his knees, gently setting Ashley down. He struggled to even stay concious, after using so much power. Tears fell down his face. He looked at Ashley, who seemed worse off than him. He felt utterly powerless for the first time in his life.
Dasken tried to get up, but he couldn't. He tried to use his powers, but the best he could do was make the ground beneath him slightly warmer. He looked up, his eyes showing weakness.
Weakness that was not new, but intensified.
"I can't." More tears trickled from his eyes.
Weakness that was not new, but intensified.
"I can't." More tears trickled from his eyes.
"Oh, right. I'm gonna go ask Miridia about where they are." Akron ran over to Miridia's room to find her casting a healing spell on Ashley's body. "Um, what? Lyric! Get over here!"
"I don't know. Miridia?" Akron checked Dasken's pulse. It was extremely faint. "They look battered. Someone attacked them. It must've been Drakkon. He's held a serious grudge against Daskon for some while."
Dasken could barely speak. "Close... portal... Drakk... Drakkon is....." he fell silent and teared up with frustration. He didn't want to be silenced in the least.
Dasken tried to pound his fist, but it becametoo heavy to lift and ended up thumping lightly. "If I was... wasn't so.... so weak..."
"Middie has tethered you to him and is giving him your power. Relax and try to not move," Miridia scolded him with a glare, flicking his forehead,
"Ow thing I can do is make a clone of yourself that you'll be able to walk around in but it's not your real body and you won't be able to use your powers in it".
"Ow thing I can do is make a clone of yourself that you'll be able to walk around in but it's not your real body and you won't be able to use your powers in it".
Dasken twitched, but otherwise stayed silent. "Would... would I be.... able to.......to break.... the link..?"
Akron threw together what he could find and mixed it into a bowl. He took it to Dasken and Ashley and offered it to Miridia to feed it. "It's beef and lamb fried rice. That's the best I could do."
Dasken released a rattling noise which resembled a sigh. He held in a scream of pain or two when being sat up, and tried to sit straight while being fed.
Akron held hands with Lyric as he was filled with sympathy for Dasken and Ashley. "Why would Drakkon do this? I know he has something against him, but..."
Akron shook his head. "I can't believe it." He turned and left the house. Once he was out, Akron walked into the forest and created a rock wooden man. He started practicing on it, striking punches and kicks on the stone with a straight face. These maniacs wanted a war; they were about to have one.
Julian looked over at the guy through his scope. " So you finally realized how dangerous these people were." He said. "Also I recommend getting out of the forest unless you want to hear bells." He said as he turned his attention back to the open field.
James walked out of the house and started working on his boxing skills. He wasn't going to let these fucks let alone that bitch manipulate him again.
James walked out of the house and started working on his boxing skills. He wasn't going to let these fucks let alone that bitch manipulate him again.
Akron nodded and dissolved the wooden man. "Do you need a sparring partner?" He called as he walked into the field. "I need to train."
Akron grinned. "No, no. You have the first move. Ladies first." He got into a ready stance.
Akron sighed. "Fine." He lunged for James, aiming a low kick at his knee, then whipped a backhand to the temple.
Akron took the hit and twisted in the opposite direction. He kicked James in the stomach and chopped the neck. Akron leaped back to staedy himself.
"Oh, okay. 2 v 1? All right, all right, I'm fine with that." Akron kicked Julian's arm away before he hit a crucial point and landed a left hook across Julian's jaw.
Akron knocked the hand away with his free arm and jumped back. He lunged forward and whipped a spearhand at Julian's stomach. He aimed five quick jabs at Julian's temple and kicked his chin.
"Well, I wanted some hand-to-hand, but outside of the box? Sure." Akron inhaled, and a boulder bent around him to form a suit of armor. "Is this 'outside the box' enough for you?"