Author: Fata Lunevis PM
The rage. Its inside me, waiting to blow. A few words...that's all that's needed for the seal on it to break. Chapter two is up, along with a little notice.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Sieghart - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,164 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 08-28-12 - Published: 11-26-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7585873
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Notice: Okay, I was just reading back on my stories and I realized with horror that the previous chapter of Rage had been all messed up. The formatting went wrong and everything was squished together, so I went back and fixed it. Yay~!
Neverless, despite the format that I am to be ashamed of, people still read it, which amazes me so, thank you, all the lovely readers out there~! xD
Oh my gosh. It's been forever since I promised everyone a second chapter of this so I am so, so sorry that I have not updated.
I also hate to say it but Rage is discontinued. This is the uncompleted second chapter.
I know that I have been discontinuing a lot of my fanfictions lately, and I apologize for that. The reason that i am discontinuing a lot of my Grand Chase fanfictions and upcoming ideas is because of a reason that can you can PM me to find out, or check my profile if fanfiction has updated it in time for this chapter to be published. I'll stop this super long intro and get on with the story now~.
NOTE: This was written A LONG TIME AGO. Reading back on it I realize just how horrible my battle scenes were, trolololol~
Serdin~Grand Chase Castle~ Lab~ Mari POV
"Hm..." I muttered, while carefully mixing the bubbling red potion before me.
"I wonder where Sieghart is; I need him to try this out for me..." I mumble to myself as I take the wooden mixing spoon from the liquid and tap it once on the glass, sending a clear ring across the otherwise quiet lab. This was my place, the only place I could go to feel alone and unwanted to the rest of the world. Everyone, even Sieghart, knew not to bother me when I was trapped in here, lost to myself, my thoughts, and me. A sudden noise from outside made me jump. What was that? A few drops from the potion spill out, dropping on the table. I watched as it touched the hard wood, sizzled twice, and bunt a hole though the softened wood. I grabbed my clipboard, ripped a pencil out of my pocket and began to take notes.
"If consumed by a human...It would possibly burn their insides to nothingness..." I say out loud what I was writing down. My hand trembled and I made a mistake as another noise shook the building. Flipping my pencil to the erase side, I correct my mistake, cross. Something at the back of my head nagged to find out what had made those noises, but another voice fought over. Its none of my business, is it?
Serdin~ Streets~ Third person POV
Lass was the first person to of seen it. The dragon he had been riding on suddenly came to a halt in front of the old clock that stood in the middle of Serdin, surrounded by street stalls and houses alike. No matter how Lass had urged it to go on, the beast didn't budge. That was when Lass raised his head and saw something in the sky. At first, he hadn't been worried. But the black shape was falling down at alarming speed, and that was when Lass sensed the deadly aura coming from it. However, before he could react, the thing came crashing down at top speed, screaming. Lass barely managed to dodge. The dragon, however, had not been so lucky. Hot red blood spattered out of the cut neck as the person, radiating with a deadly purple-black aura, slashed his sword in the air crazily, waving it around, causing more dragon blood to spatter everywhere. Lass raised a hand up to his check, feeling the sticky warmness that made him sick. As the blade was raised into the air, he realized what it was. Sieghart's Soluna. He slapped his cheek lightly, wincing at it touched blood, drying fast. Snapping out of it, he took action. Drawing his Nodachi, the sleek silver blade reflected the blaze of the brilliant sun as he ran at the person and slashed down. The person blocked with the Soluna, and Lass found himself staring into the face of Aerknard Sieghart. Yet, it was completely changed. The face no longer showed any kindless, warmness, nor any hint of the teasing man it once belonged to. It was just the blank face of a doll.
"Ugh!" Lass grunted. Sieghart was really strong. Suddenly, Lass jumped back to land onto the table of a nearby stall. "Sieghart!" He called, keeping a distance. "Why are you doing this?"
By now, Ronan, Ryan, Lire, Arme, Amy, and Elesis had shown up, weapons drawn, and were rushing towards Lass to speaking distance.
"What is this?" Elesis demanded. She glared at Lass. "What happened?"
"I don't know!" He shouted back. "Somehow, Sieghart's gone into rage mode!" Elesis' eyes widened as she looked at the immortal, still waving the Soluna around, the dragon's blood that had dried on there making a fearsome sight. A sudden clash of metal meeting ground made everyone stare at Ronan. The spell knight was not in good condition. His eyes were wide and full of shock, the whites showing clearly. They followed his glaze to see the bloody, still figure of the dragon. Ronan began to walk up to it.
"Ronan-" Arme tried to stop him, to tell him it was too dangerous to go close to the fallen beast, guarded by the gladiator. However, Ronan pushed the short mage aside and continued walking, eyes forward, almost as if possessed, an uneven, unbelieving pace As he got closer, Lass and Jin took action. Sieghart's blade came crashing down to explode down onto Lass's Nodachi. The thin blade wobbled but was saved by Jin rushing up to attack Sieg from behind. The immortal spun around, his eyes glowing with purple rage. Jabbing Soluna's handle into Jin's stomach, the figher was knocked back to fall into a fruit stall. The terrified owner screamed as Jin got up, breathing heavily. Wiping blood from his mouth. He stood there for a second, trying to catch back his escaped breath. Meanwhile, Lass sensed that he wouldn't be able to keep it up, the Soluna was too strong. At this rate, my Nodachi will break! He cursed himself for not thinking to enhance when he had the time. He glanced around, until he caught Arme's eye. The mage received it and gave back her own look, one that took a few precious seconds for the striker to understand. He nodded, and she got ready. Raising her staff above her head, twirling it a few times, she slammed it down as a star summoning circle appeared.
Get out now, Lass! She prayed silently the thief would before calling out the words that would cast the spell.
"Air Blast!" A wild gust of wind, tinted slightly green shot out from in front of her. Lass took action as the wind flew towards them. He knew, that if he slipped or misplaced his steps, he'd be crushed by bone-breaking wind into a building nearby, and it was for sure he wouldn't survive that. He started to head Arme's way when he suddenly realized something. Ronan! The spell knight was still standing, dazed at the dragon. If he didn't move soon, he'd get crushed under the force of air rushing towards him. I have to do something! Doing a sharp turn, a small prayer under his breath, Lass rushed to Ronan as quickly as possible, rushing himself even faster. Arme, concentrating hard on the blast, saw him.
"What is he doing?" She panted and almost lost control, causing the violent air to momentarily speed into Lass' path.
"What the-" Was all the thief managed before dashing to the side. Still, a gust caught him in its webs, spinning him around, knocking him off his feet. "Lass! I'm so so sorry!" Arme gasped. He lifted his head. There was a slow trickle of blood coming down his head, into his eye. He tried to open it, but to no success. Blood flooded in and he winced as it stung into his eye. "Don't worry..Just focus on Sieghart!"
"Oh yes!" Arme corrected her astray magical circle and pointed it towards Sieghart. Lass jumped to his feet, grabbed Ronan, and despite the aches coming from his body and the headache forming, landed beside Arme, swaying slightly. The mage was insistently focused on making her wind even more deadly, as the immortal had dug his Soluna into the ground and was hanging on.
"..." Lass was silent beside her. His blue eyes were focused on Ronan, who sat slumped beside him, almost like a doll, lost. As much as Lass wanted to just grab Ronan and slap him, this just wasn't the time. Jin had got up and now was on full alert, eyes blazing and fists ready. Everyone who was active was searching for Sieghart, who seemed to of just disappeared with the small gust of wind that blew slowly, a warning of what was to come. He came suddenly, above Arme's head, Sieghart smashed down, two hundred years of training on full display. As Lass turned to see what had made Arme scream, he felt the warm and sticky liquid splatter onto his face and the ground around him.
No. No. NO.
As his mind desperately fought to consume what he had just witnessed, his body moved on his on. He lifted his Nodachi and came down on the laughing Sieghart, millions of emotions and disbelief running through his body. The Immortal quickly blocked the Striker's attack, grinning slyly.
"You know, you really do have to take care of your women better." Expecting a witty answer back, Sieghart merely scoffed when Lass didn't reply. The thief's Nodachi waved slightly, but Sieghart caught it and used it.
"Whatever. Your pathetic." The Immortal lifted his Soluna and began to walk away, carelessly kicking Arme's whimpering body out of the way. Before he could get far, he felt a sudden gust of wind and a sharp blade was pressed against his neck.
"I'll fucking kill you." The Striker's voice is behind him, and the blade is pressed even closer against his skin. Sieghart smirked. That was the kind of voice he wanted to hear from the young male.
"Then let's play." With a quick spin, the Immortal brought down Soluna above the Striker's head and sliced the man wide open. In a proof of smoke the body-double disappeared, and the Immortal's eyes widened as millions of straw dolls flew up around him.
"You seem to forget who I am." Lass's voice sounds, and yet Sieghart cannot trace where it's coming from.
"Oh? Who are you then?" Despite his current status, the Prime Knight has mockery in his voice.
"Allow me to show you." Lass appears from nowhere, airborne, and jumps towards Sieghart, Nodachi prepared. Sieghart raises his Soluna and waits for the impact, smiling at how he overestimated the boy. In a one-on-one battle with brute force and force alone, there was no way he'd lose. Before the clash came, Lass disappeared, and Sieghart's eyes widened when he raised he'd been played. Looking around, he growled. "Where are you?"
The slashes came, quick and deep. Into his body and out in the time of a second. The dolls around him fell as blood began to fly; it didn't have time to reach the ground before another cut formed.
"Striker, Master of the Shadows."
Whoo~! Last epic moment! /(o3o)/ Actually there was a lot more scenes rather than this one but I read back on my handwritten copy and it seems they all suck. No battle planning or strategy, just skill spam everywhere. So, I just cut it to only this scene, which I thought was fairy decent. I am so sorry for making Sieghart the bad guy but I needed someone to be bad. XD This was only written for practice with battle and I might post the rest of the chapter if I really feel the need to. Special thanks to NINJANEXofFICTION for helping me with the actual plot that, I hate to say will not be written. ;w; Still, your ideas were amazing and it was lovely to talk to you about it~!