Dashing towards her companion, her sword scraping across the land. Flowers scattering, scarring the earth. Approaching him, that god striking the ground. A towering wall of ice extending, tallness of it. Desperation of him, trying to think of something. Shortness of time, that halfbreed striking the barrier. Shattering it, falling chunks of ice. Chilling of it, that deity ascending above her. Descending upon her, vision meeting with the other. Slipping underneath his assault, balancing on her feet. Immediately facing him, lunging at him. Fleetingness of dreams, agony never leaving. Trials of her path, failure in them.
Brightness from old, hatred of the present. Her nearing weapon, his interception. His flurrying attacks, instantly striking through her, freezing her solid. Calmly turning, sheathing his weapon. Clicking of it, ice shattering. Stepping away, burning of the sensation. That deity turning to her, cautiousness of him. One growing more powerful, ascending to heights far above her standing. Frightening of it, her igniting soul. Witnessing her moving back, his depressing eyes. Wishing to bring her home, countless awaiting her. Feelings strongly protruding, similarity of a desire. Agonizing of this, swirling sentiments inside of her.
"Valor, I will have to ask you to forgive my selfishness..." She depressingly states.
Streaming waves, riding along in its endlessness. Seeking what is within, opposing the rationality of others. Pressing onward, reaching for the nigh impossible. Slimness of light, believing in it. Trusting in herself, her goal in mind. Simplicity of it, wanting an alternative. Those relishing in her efforts, tiring of it. Sinking into blackness, despair of greatness. Pressure of immensity, secreting malevolence. That deity stepping away, his old friend appearing in front of him. Rendering her foot into his stomach, excruciating of the pain. Backflip kicking him, launching him high into the air.
"Gyahh...!!"
Racing along in darkness, not willing in giving in. Tears spilling in its depths, none answering. Relying on herself, a bond remaining. Shakiness of it, fineness with it. Similarity of their resolve, differences in methods. Closeness of two, tormenting feelings. Connecting this line, revealing to his side. Striking through him, her blade afar. Spilling blood, vision of seriousness. Ascending above him, colliding her foot down into his stomach. Falling from above, crashing into the ground. Staggering pain upon him, rising to his feet. That descending maiden, his eyes meeting her own. Rolling out of the way, her collision into the earth. Balancing on his knee, that area asunder, unease from him.
Hearts once free, now binding in shackles. Linking to the other, never ending of it. Weakness within this, awareness on it. Powerfulness together, exploitable apart. Enemies bringing this to their attention, yet uncaring in times of old. Her choice of currentness, that companion refusing in letting her go. Standing straight, directing Lævateinn at him. Lifting to his feet, coldness running down his spine. Desperately holding onto his breath, her set decision. Pushing onward, a future of endless possibilities. Yearning in making her see this, capability of those desires becoming an actuality.
"I will not be arguing with you, your orders are to leave." Strictness of her.
"Heh...sorry, never one to follow orders." He smiles at her.
Lightening of her eyes, her face reddening a bit. Loveliness of this goofball, that companion of the same. Happy-go-lucky of him, niceness of it. Both once on a plain of similarity, relishing in freeness. Bonding in their younger days, believing in more. Beating within, growing emotions. Wanting more, unable in moving, separation of them. Tormenting of it, warmness still existing. Positioning his katana ahead, pentagrams of azure rapidly emerging. A confrontation between them, the finale in place. A new future on the line, that devil standing on her side, her blade in his direction. Two old friends, one of the heavens, another from the earth. Fleetingness of dreams, those seeking an actuality of old.
Selfishness guiding the way, a past of terribleness. Joyfulness within it, sentiments remaining. Mistakes of yore, learning over the passing time. One yearning in resting, everything slipping out of her hands. Frustrations within, envying others. Loathing the battlefield, leading her last path. Another diving to the depths, racing in blackness. Trying to reach his companion, wanting in giving her what she is desiring most. Closing her stance, malevolence strongly emitting from her. Darkness lashing out, petals scattering in the wind. Coldness of the air, intensifying of it. Iciness spreading through, that deity plunging his blade into the land, kneeling to it. Freezing flowers, concentrating energy. Crashing against Cyra, darkness generating from her. Physicalness of its form, blocking the assault.
Flowing emotions, feverish of it. Horribleness branding, unable in ignoring it. Those reaching for the nigh impossible, clashing against the reason of others. Becoming the Bringer of Demise, building her image. Instilling fear into the gods, her enemies bearing witness to her determination. Once of brightness, hatred consuming her. Softness still inside, her choice of selflessness. Sickening of it, accepting this. Glaciers extending high, attacks continuously colliding into her. Intensifying strength, heightening of her senses. Crouching her stance, locking onto her target. Lunging forward, striking at the center. Unleashing what is within, her crying feelings. Negativity rushing in an abyss of blackness, piercing the glaciers. Unwillingness in relenting, screaming out to her. Malevolence crashing around him, meeting her opposition in kind. Forcing through, devastatingly crushing her, his flurrying assaults.
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"Gyah...!!!"
Connecting that line, understanding her pain. Time of shortness, risks of grandness. Those waiting for her, a place of her belonging. Losing her twice, unable in bearing a third. Companions of closeness, those betting much. Problems of their own, concerning with the other. Despair of greatness, no longer able in enduring. Stepping back a bit, falling to her knee. His vision fixating on her, his guarding stance. Concentration of energy releasing from his body, widening of his eyes. Shocking of this, unable in continuing. Falling to his knees, witnessing his old friend rising to her feet. That young woman turning away, placing away her sword.
"C—Cyra...! Impossible...!" he collapses face down.
Events of hastiness, one racing onward. Trying to connect a line, closeness of him. Swiftness of that young woman, intercepting him. Their powerful collision, lateness of the effects. Hearts once in the wind, two of differing realms. One of firmament, the other of the earth. Sentiments within, those never dying feelings. Sorrowfulness of her vision, resting them back on him. Weakness of the deity's eyes on her, struggling on the ground. His crying soul, yearning in resisting a bit longer. His limitation upon him, frustrations inside, everything slipping out of his hands.
"Perhaps in another life, old friend..."
Sharing a dream of similarity, wanting what is inside. Those of nearness, feelings growing over the passing time. Niceness of it, squabbles at times. Cruelness of actuality, pointlessness of efforts. Tiring of it, wishing in resting. Giving those a future in continuing onward, a life of an impossibility for her. Enviousness of others, accepting of it. His vision on her, that maiden moving away. Wind blowing harder, heaviness of it. Reaching out his hand, attempting in stopping her. That night of old, memories never leaving. Powerfulness in events of old, dreadfulness of it. A crimson ribbon moving along in the breeze, landing on his knuckle. Widening of his vision, grieving of him. That companion loving it, his gift to her. Grabbing it, his trembling gaze. Devastating of this, lament taking over.
Walking behind the young woman, that maiden glancing back to him. A bit of embarrassment coming over her, that old friend tying the ribbon at the back of her head, loops extending a bit far, those laces stretching down. Her heart at an unrest, these blissful emotions. Facing in his direction, running her hand through her hair. That maiden slightly looking away, appreciating his action. Simpleness within it, pleasureful it is. No matter of the value, even if it is next to worthless, those smaller points making the difference. Valor placing his hand upon his waist, resting his vision upon her.
"There, you were right, it would be a good match for ya." Valor smiling at her.
That wind of gentleness, two connecting once more. Hearts wishing for their experience to continue, embracing in these simpler moments. Two growing closer over the many years, finding themselves in one place to the next. An unlikely meeting between a demon and a god, emotions developing within the two. Reprehensible these actions may be, but a bond eternally strong. That young woman faintly smiling, those eyes of crimson and azure upon each other. Close friends for a long time, that deity well in awareness on her interest. Slightly looking down for a moment, turning her head away from him.
"Right..."
Flowing sentiments, lying in that abyss of blackness. Going far, diving to the depths. Seeking her out, unwillingness in allowing her in this torment. Resistance of her, awareness on the reason. Countless awaiting her, his wrongs of yore. Desiring in residing there, another chance coming to him. Feelings still existing, deepness of them. Gathering his strength, tightly gripping the ribbon. Refusing in relenting, his aching body. Dripping blood, rushing into blackness. Screaming out to her, his voice meeting her. Agonizing of this, heartbreaking for her. Beating with each step, that deity reaching for her. Facing him, her lowering head, colliding her fist into his stomach. Shocking of this, shaking of him. His lowering body, catching him in her arms.
"C—Cyra..."
"Thank you, for everything, Val..."
Trueness of her words, a companion of invaluableness. Meaningfulness of his actions, gratefulness for it. Unable in pressing onward, her choice for an ending. Despairing heart, both wishing for an alternative. Incapability of it, this of the result. Closeness of individuals, those finding someone of importance. Separation of the other, trying to reclaim days of old. Actuality of harshness, a seal approaching completion. That gate from afar, creaking of its opening. Shadows entering, hands forming. Trailing along, that god glancing back. Unease from his vision, turning his attention to his old friend. Sadness of her, her smiling of faintness. His arms around her, that ribbon looping around. Tying it to the back of her head, that halfbreed slightly looking down. Arms wrapping around him, pulling him away from her. Gazing at her demon sword, moving up to him. Revealing it, holding his wrist, placing the hilt in his hand.
"With this, I entrust Lævateinn to you." Her soft voice.
Littleness of his energy, his tearing vision. Those hands of blackness circling around her, grabbing her. Those moving further away from one another, companions of yore. Unlikeliness of their meeting, niceness of it. That crying sword, negativity emitting from it, shredding the darkness. Hastiness within its reformation, binding that weapon. Two of togetherness, uncaring of her strength. Bonding of nearness, a sword learning in ascending. Tackling their challenges, memories of pleasantness. Screaming out, pleading with Valor. Steadily leaving that gate, his twitching eyes. Mustering his remaining strength, witnessing his companion there. Biting his lower lip, forcing onward, ripping away his confinement. Racing towards her, shadows pursuing him. Closeness of him, those entities gripping him, harshly pulling him away.
"Ccyyyrrraa!!!"
Feelings within, never dying of it. Wanting the nigh impossible, those seeking after it. Hearts once free, endlessly soaring along. A horrible night, separation coming. A great wrong, unable in righting it. That slamming gate, dreadfulness of greatness. Appreciating him, reliableness of a companion. Heaven and earth, once together, now apart. A dream long ago, memories eternally cursing their lives. Facing away, the young woman moving towards a light. Emotions inside, wondering of a difference to that night of their parting, words forever branding itself upon their souls.
Perhaps in another life, old friend, this is my final miracle. Continue on living, and forget about me. Keep shining that hope you have onto others...