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Gingka stood in the stadium, anticipation so high his steps turned to skips as he neared the stadium’s centre. His mind rushed with thoughts, staring at the void-like darkness of the hallway across from him, waiting for his new foe to emerge.
‘Oh man! These anonymous battles are great - I’m fighting ‘The Raven,’ now. A European blader, I think?’ Gingka’s internal monologue prattled on, before being interrupted by a faint silhouette cutting through the darkness in his gaze.
A figure emerges from the darkness, dressed in suitable attire from a man leaving the void - long, dark hair, with wisps covering the right side of his face. His visible eye was a purplish-blue, with a long line of eyeliner pointed down his cheek. A purple undershirt was covered with a long black and white cloak, with an ornamental belt just underneath. His baggy pants added a strangely aloof aura to the figure, only adding more mystery with the wrappings holding them in place above his heeled boots.
It seems almost like the figure carries the darkness of the hallway along his tailcoat, sending a fierce chill down Gingka’s spine. This “Raven,” carries a strong aura, a powerful aura… Despite the loud crowd, and noisy DJ, all noise seems to be drowned out - it’s as if he had just made Gingka deaf to the world.
The Raven approaches the centre at a slow pace, staring ahead at each step, before stopping right at the edge of the bey-stadium. He makes brief eye-contact with Gingka, who’s smile had wiped off his face as a bead of sweat rolled off of his chin. Suddenly, he snapped back, seeing his foe pull out his launcher. He briefly fumbled, pulling out his launcher along with Cosmic Pegasus.
“You’re going down, Raven! Me and Pegasus will destroy your winning streak!” Gingka announced, psyching himself up, reading for the countdown. The Raven scoffed in response, a slight grin graced his face before his eyes narrowed into a deathly focus.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One!”
“Let it RIP!” Both bladers announced, a cold tone from both.
As both beys crashed to the stadium floor, Gingka realised something - something strange. The bey The Raven was using was the elusive Raven Morrigan - a bey long thought lost to the celtic ruins of Ireland. Legends of the bey spoke of powerful kings using only a portion of it’s might to win powerful battles, but after a man named “The hound of ulster” met a poor fate to the bey, it was cast deep into the bog, never to be seen again… so… how does this guy have such a bey??
Crash! Raven Morrigan unleashed its first strike against Pegasus, sending it to the outer-edges of the stadium! The Raven stared down, his face obscured by the angle. Pegasus turned to counter, building momentum for a strong attack, hoping for a quick stadium out. He takes a breath, envisioning pegasus about to attack its foe with a furious might.
Pegasus charges forward at tremendous speed, colliding with Raven Morrigan, and coming to a disturbingly sudden halt - pegasus spins in place, sparks flying from the bey’s contact, as they spin against each other. The Raven grins slightly, a slight wave of his hand gestures a command. Raven Morrigan shifts slightly in place, almost as if its height… Gingka clocks it immediately, it switched modes! its spin track has opened up, the plated wings opening into an offensive state, as Raven Morrigan flies away from the conflict toward the edge of the stadium, gaining speed rapidly.
Raven Morrigan flies up and out of the stadium at full speed, launching high up into the air. The Raven lifts his head slightly, revealing his eye to be shut.
“It’s over now - GO MORRIGAN!” He yells, a bitter fury in his voice as he throws out his arm. “Pierce your spear through its heart, Morrigan! Special Move! BÁS DUN CHÚ!”
Raven Morrigan flies down at a lethal speed, its unfolded wings cutting through air like freshly sharpened knives, aimed straight at pegasus! Pegasus tries to run, but Raven Morrigan is too quick, piercing Pegasus down into the stadium floor with tremendous might, as a flurry of sparks obscures view. A powerful blast sends both bladers back, barely keeping themselves standing.
“Pegasus! Hold on!!” Gingka yells, a struggle in his voice.
“Keep at 'em, Morrigan! Slice them in half!” The Raven shouts with fury.
Suddenly, a large blast fills the air with smoke and dust, as both bladers get launched back - The Raven managing to land on his legs, while Gingka unfortunately falls straight onto his back.
The smoke rises from the stadium, slowly clearing out to reveal…
Both bladers still standing - albeit, wobbling.
Gingka heaves himself up with a groan, slightly injured from his fall. The Raven, despite landing on his feet, steps forward with a slight limp, having hurt his foot in the impact. Both bladers make their way back to their original positions, as their beys separate a good distance away, preparing for a fight to the finish. The Raven takes a deep breath, his eyes remaining closed, as Gingka brushes himself off slightly, leaning in to get a better angle.
“You truly are a Cú, fighting to the bitter end,” The Raven remarks, “Unfortunately, we all know how the story of the Cú ends. Go now, Morrigan!” The Raven snaps, his pain being pushed down over fury.
Gingka braces, “Pegasus, now’s the time! Use the last of your strength, let's do it!” he shouts, a hint of a whine in his voice from pain, “Special move!” Pegasus, despite its wobbling, speeds up, spinning around the stadium at speed, “Cosmic Tornado!!” Pegasus begins to spin at impossible speeds, generating a powerful wind in its wake.
“Bah! It will take more than that! Morrigan! Raven of Death! FEARG AN DIÚLTAITHE!”
The beys prepare to collide once more, an anticipation filling the stadium as onlookers wait to see who will be the victor of this final clash. As both beys barrel toward each other with an otherworldly force, a blast so big it sends cracks across the concrete floors, rattles so far the stadium seating shakes. A wind so strong, the crowd held onto their belongings with all their might, only for them to slip from their grasp. Followed by a boom so loud, the nearby cops rushed to the stadium with worry.
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The smoke finally clears, revealing a truly shocking sight - Both beys had stopped, both bladers had collapsed. It was a tie.