11-21-2005, 08:24 PM
END OF ROUND
Quote:The mutant bit his lip as more people rushed towards him. ?I am not like him. I wouldn?t do this; in fact, I don?t want to rule anything anymore! Have my bloody crown! I will not be Brim!?
Refusing to strike down anybody, Zarbon lunged backwards to avoid getting clubbed in the head with a fearful looking spiked stick. "Please, stop!" He cried, ducking under another swing and trying to shove the attacker away. "I beg you, I don't want to hurt you!" Zarbon lept back, this time flipping in midair and forcing his hands out. "Extra Graceful Cannon!"
Though he didn't want to, for his own survival the young transformer was forced to blast all the attackers with his most powerful blast move. At least twenty or thirty of the homeless victims were struck by it, flying back. All of their faces reminded Zarbon of the friends he had lost. Friends he blamed himself for.
Just like you, Zarbon. Murderer
"I had to..."
"No, you didn't. And you never will again." Zarbon turned to see a familar figure. The Watchman, old and wise, standing with his wrinkled hands behind his back. "You are a good soul, but you must learn it." Zarbon simply nodded. "What do you fear?"
Fear? What an ironic question. Zarbon took a moment, and spoke.
"I fear myself."
The Watchman chuckled. "How very true." He let out a warming smile. "I'm afraid, Zarbon, you have much to learn. Much to do before you can help others. I will send you back to where you belong, where you can learn the things I cannot teach you."
Before Zarbon could speak, everything faded. The bloody battle in front of his own castle was gone. Just black.
And quiet.
Quote:30. Zarbon - DEAD