Immortal Wars: Light, Blood, & Tears Part 33

(Disclaimer: A warning to those who continue.  This is a sequel to a previous story.  Both of these were written in the mid-1990’s.  While the first one was slightly edited and vanity press published, this one has not been touched in over 20 years.  I figure I should do something with it and people may get a laugh or fright from how I used to be.  Every author comes from somewhere, so this is part of my origin.  To that end, I am deeply sorry for whatever nightmares I will inflict on the literary world and the American English language.  Enjoy?)

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Twenty boring minutes later, the planet guardians show up and are greeted by Cybro saying, “So, how do you want to work this skirmish, Fate?  An unoriginal battle royal or should we divide into groups.  I personally suggest groups because I want to fight you without any interruptions.  Well?”

“That’s new.  Never heard one of you guys try to put a fight in order before.  I’ll fight you while the rest take whoever, or should I say, whatever they want.  Take the first shot, Cybro.  It might be the only one you get,” replies Fate.  Golden lasers start turning the ground around the Mars guardian to dust.  The guardians charge Cybro and the Clan of Fire in order to square off against the three different aliens.

“Shit.  How did I get stuck with the Maviks?” asks Miracle as the six lizards lumber towards her.  One of them opens its mouth and releases a tornado blast that knocks the guardian through a parked moving van.

“You chose them, tomboy.  I got the Palidors.  Let’s have some fun!” exclaims Hydrana.  She freezes one of the aliens by touching it, but two of its friends manage to slice a chunk out of her back.  A pair of ice lances shoot out of the cut and skewer both of the Palidors.  The four remaining creatures fly into the air at top speed and continually dive down at the grounded immortal.

“Ouch.  I severely didn’t need this,” thinks Miracle before one of the cat-like Grunts pounces on her stomach and bares its slobbering fangs.  She can feel its hot breath on her face and it smells like a garbage heap.  The alien is suddenly lifted off the ground and dropped on a nearby pointed fence.

“These things are mine.  Look, Kelly.  You can’t beat the Maviks with your raw strength.  You just don’t have the muscle for it.  Maybe you can create something to help you.  That is your power,” says Infinity when he helps Miracle to her feet.  A Grunt runs at him from behind, but he swiftly ducks the killing slash.  The claw slices through Miracle’s long, black hair instead.  The Earth guardian flips onto the alien and snaps the creature’s neck with his legs.

“I have an idea.  But I need Fate’s help.  Is he still fighting Cybro?”  She looks over to the museum just in time to see Cybro shoot off Fate’s left hand with a pointblank laser.  The blonde guardian stumbles backwards from the pain before jumping onto the cyborg.

“This action is not going to help you, guardian.  You will faint in a matter of seconds.  From what I have heard and seen, you have pushed your healing capabilities to the limit,” states the robot.  Fate quickly punches a big hole in the robot’s jetpack as the maniac flies higher into the air.

Fate carefully crosses a group of important looking wires and drops from the hovering villain.  With a weak, cunning smirk, he groans, “I’ll probably pass out, but you won’t be around to see it happen.  Bye.”

Cybro’s jetpack suddenly goes off and sends him careening wildly over the horizon.  Fate’s hand starts growing back, but the pints of blood are still missing.  The Mars guardian collapses to the ground, which makes him the perfect prey for the approaching, and famished, Maviks.

“You better go and help him, Kelly.  I’m doing fine here and Hydrana will be okay,” orders the Earth guardian, who is swinging a Grunt by its furry tail.  He throws it into one of the diving Palidors, both of which are slammed through the ground by a boiling water blast.

“This idea had better work.  Never tried anything so complicated and powerful before,” mutters Miracle as she sprints toward her injured boyfriend.  As she moves, a robotic bodysuit appears around her slender body.  Its three-fingered arms and toeless legs are extremely powerful and thick.  The torso is a shiny red metal that matches the limbs, but the helmet is light blue and is armed with a close-range flame cannon.  This suit makes Miracle stand at eight feet tall.

“Nice suit!” yells Hydrana as the last Palidor is sliced into pieces by a barrage of ice knives.  She runs after Miracle and jumps into a nearby tree to get some rest and watch the fight that is about to start.

“Don’t get involved, Delila.  I can handle these beasts on my own.  Besides, I think you and Fate have had enough action during this trip.”  The armored Venus guardian leaps in front of the six lizards, all of which give off a low grunt in mild surprise.  When all of them use their hurricane breath at the same time, Miracle is slowly pushed away and the suit’s legs end up leaving deep grooves in the cement.

“Are you sure you can handle them?  I can easily take at least one of them off your hands.”  In response, Miracle barbecues one of the black lizards with her helmet and grabs the open mouths of two more of the beasts.  She gives them a vicious twist, so that their heads neatly come off like plastic bottle tops.

“I said that I could handle them alone.  How’s Eddie doing?” asks the ebony-haired immortal.  She kicks a hole in one of the lizard’s throats, but she is quickly hit by a hard charge from the last two.  Unfortunately, the impact causes her to lose her concentration and the durable armor vanishes.  She loses the increased strength and durability of the suit, which causes Miracle to get pushed down the sidewalk.

“This is not a good thing for me,”  mutters the Venus guardian as she manages to push one of the bigger Mavik’s horns into the smaller one.  The remaining lizard savagely throws back its head and Miracle gets hurled all the way back to the museum entrance.

“Did you actually plan that landing?” laughs the redhead when her friend bounces onto the ground.  Her butt leaves a huge dent in the sidewalk and she sits there getting her bearings for a second.

“No.  But it worked.  Is the last one coming back or running away?” responds Miracle as she gets off her sore butt.  When she turns her head around, she sees that the Mavik is a short block away.  Even with its large weight, the rampaging beast jumps at the red-clothed guardian and attempts to land on her.  Out of nowhere, the lizard is crushed by two large, metal boxing gloves.  Since the beast was directly above her, Miracle gets covered in a few gallons of blue blood, which smells exactly like expensive perfume.

“More slimy crap on me?  I really hate this trip.  Can you clean me off, Delila?”

A heavy shower of warm rain appears over the Venus guardian, which causes the sweet-smelling blood to run off her body and into a nearby sewer drain.  Hydrana evaporates the remaining water while saying, “You sure cut that one pretty close.  But at least you stopped those things before they tried to eat Eddie.  His hand is back and he’s coming to.  Give him a minute and then he can talk.  Both of us have weakened regenerative abilities thanks to all the fights we had before.”

“I can’t wait that long.  There’s this question he keeps trying to ask me, but something always stops him.  First, your rampage and now the Clan of Fire.”  Without warning, the ground beneath Miracle turns into a giant serpent that grabs her in its coils.  Before Kelly can even shout for help, she is yanked under the ground and quietly dragged away.  All that is left behind is a gaping hole in the ground and a few scraps of golden snakeskin.

“What just happened?” asks Infinity when he runs over to the others.

“I have to tell you?  Some large serpent just took Kelly into the sewers.  Looked like it used to be a bunch of subway cars, so I think Tegam is playing.  Watch over Fate and tell him what just happened when he’s okay.  I’ll go and get her back,” the Neptune guardian says before she jumps into the hole and disappears into the gloom.

“This is terrible,” mentions Fate once he gets to his feet.  He was awake for most of the fight, but there was not enough blood in his body to allow any movement.

“It’s a whole lot worse than you originally thought, guardians.  Catch me if you can, Eddie,” laughs Adriana, who is hanging upside-down in a nearby tree.  She drops to the ground and breaks through the glass museum doors.

“Now, what do we do?” questions Infinity.  Blue and white feathers cover his body as he once again changes into his stronger bird form.

“I’ll go after her by myself.  Our fight is very personal.  Cybro won’t be anymore trouble and the girls have Tegam occupied.  Or is it the other way around?  Anyway, it’s up to you to hold off Draveon,” orders Fate as he rolls to his feet.

“Where is the walking weapon?” caws the Earth guardian.

The blond immortal is already running toward the shattered doorway, but manages to yell, “He’s right behind you!”

“Son of a bitch.  This is going to hurt.”  The fist feels like a titanium battering ram against his soft feathers.  Infinity hears some of his hollow ribs snap before he can manage to get safely airborne.

“I wonder how my powers will twist your alternate form.  Take a shot at me and we’ll both find out, Steven,” bellows Draveon.  The enormous bird dives down at the immortal, so he can take a few pecks at the red-eyed man.  Draveon’s birthright powers don’t do a single thing to stop the sharp beak and long talons.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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2 Responses to Immortal Wars: Light, Blood, & Tears Part 33

  1. L. Marie says:

    Wow! A clever, multilayered fight! I wonder if somewhere in the galaxy the blue blood of the aliens is bottled and sold, since it smells so nice.
    The three-fingered arms made me think of Bender on Futurama. 😊

    Like

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