Ah, someone we haven't heard from in a while:
more powerful than I existed... anywhere; not in El Hazard, nor
any of the other worlds I have been sent to. There have
has
If I don't die from the impending fight, my mind would
surely explode with the knowledge of the massive amount of
techniques she would use on me. I am sure she knows that if she
doesn't kill me, I will just get more powerful.
Ah, a Neitzche fan, I see.
We just stand there, staring at each other. I get the idea
that she's as unused to having to explain her actions as I am,
for she doesn't ask me a thing. She doesn't ask me why we are
fighting, and why I am here.
In truth, if she did ask me, I would have no way to answer
her. I do not know why we are fighting either.
Hmm. I like this 'mental' sparring, so to speak. Also like the 'We have
power, but still cannot explain why we do what we do,' bit as well.
For the first time ever, I ask, "why
'Why' I believe
"It matters not," she replies cooly. "Ignorance is no
excuse for tresspassing in the time stream. Those who make it here
by accident are just as likely to manipulate time for their own
purposes as as
drop one 'as'
those who come here with a purpose."
Again, she makes sense. Having just learn
learned
where I am, I
have the terrible urge to change history, and go straight to my
beloved, instead of wandering time and space for another 6 945
years before my 10 000 year quota is up.
Don't know if it's a mailer problem, but you seem to be missing your
comma's in those numbers
She seems to be able to read my thoughts, or maybe it is
just obvious, for she says, "like
Like
I just said. Now prepare for your
punishment."
"Pluto Cosmic Bitchslap Tenchnique!"
WAPWAPWAPWAPWAP
My eyes narrow. "You will not find me seaking
seeking
death anymore,"
I tell her. "In fact, you just might discover that I AM death."
I resume an attacking position and charge towards her.
As I rocket towards her, my eyes lock on to her, I
'As I rocket forwad, my eyes lock on to her...'
sounds better to me, but it could be just a style thing.
am again amaze
amazed
at their coldness and their inhumanity. They are
so familiar... yet I cannot place them, and this bothers me to
no end.
Her staff blocks my fist with an expertease
expertise
seldom found
anywhere. Her speed is amazing as she manages to block another
strike, pary,
parry
Turning to face her, I yearn for my own staff. I have been
very careful the past 3 055 years not to expend too much energy,
and I fear that even if I do win this battle, I would not live.
I hadn't thought about that particular handicap Ifurita's facing.
Her clothing does little in the way of protecting her,
unlike my own. A short, pleated, black skirt almost ten inches
>from her knee will not protect her legs, nor would those high healed
heeled
boots make it easy for her to walk in. The large collar and bow on
her chest are again, more of a fashion statement than anything
practical. I judge her white body suit to be able to take some
damange.
damage
Her staff is not built for battle, or if it is, it isn't
build for physical battle. From that one hit, my ability to learn
any attack deduce
deduced
that, judging from the weight and material of
it, it can be easily snap and break.
snapped and broken
However, red orb
the red orb
on top of
the staff is a different matter. I am still unsure of it's
its
The ball of lavendar energy shooting towards me has
multiple impulses running through me.
On one hand, I want to avoid the attack at all costs, but
on the other hand, and I want to see it's
its
New knowledge of the dead scream courses through my veins
but I have pay
paid
I very steep price for it. I know that my life has
just been shorten,
shortened
and without my power key staff to wine
wind
me up,
my life has been shorten considerably.
You just said that in the previous sentence.
I struggle to my feet. Her eyes are still cool, still like
steel. There is no joy in them at the sight of my wounds.
My circuits tell me something that would be of enormous
use to me. Thankfully, unlike I was dreading, the Dead Scream could
be excuted without the need for her staff; that was just a tool
for concentration. Unfortunately, doing the Dead Scream would be
very draining on my enery.
energy
You really should have run this through a spell-checker. There are a lot of
basic mistakes.
I gather myself back onto my feet; I'm amaze
amazed
she didn't
attack me while I was down.
Had I not taken the Dead Scream, I might have had the
enery
energy
to make this a longer fight, but as it is, the battle was
going to be over very, very soon.
I move my feet into an attack stance that I had learn
learned
"KAMI-"
Her eyes narrow and the grip on her staff tightens.
"HAMI-"
She senses what I'm about to do.
"HA!!!"
Heh. this might catch Pluto off guard.
I shove my hands toward her direction. She leaps out of
the way of my attack.
Only it isn't an attack. It is a bluff. If I did execute
the Kami-hami-ha properly, my resources would have been drained
dry.
Ohh, a fake ultimate attack. Nice straegy on Ifurita's part.
She can't get out of the way. My heart soars as the energy ball
gets closer and closer to her face...
She disappears. The attack zooms right past where she used
to be. My hope shatters. She reappears right beside me.
"Did you think you could defeat the Guardian of time in
her own domain?" She asks.
she
I'm too stun to answer.
stunned
She shoves her staff into my belly and utters the leathal
lethal
words. The attack is too much, and I am too drain.
drained
"Oh, do I have to? That was fun. I didn't know I could
jump start robots with Supreme thunder!
Thunder
"She was human, at one point in time,"
She was?
she says. "Now
she is an android, seeking to be human once more. Will you help
her, Usagi-san?"
A new voice speaks, a kind, gentle voice. I try to
open my eyes.
"Of course, Pluto-san. I'll help her."
I open my eyes, and I see a blurring face, I can make out
only a few features... blond hair, in twin buns... blue eyes...
kind, warm, caring....
vacent ^_^
like his. They look so much like my
Makoto's eyes, full of gentleness.
I'm starting to drift into unconsciousness again. I see
his image again.
"Makoto..."
The last thing I hear is the kind voice.
"Hey, Mako-chan? I think she's talking about you."
Heh. I was wondering if you would use that name similarity thing.
A cry of delight escapes my lips and I wrap my arms
tightly around his neck.
"My dear Makoto," I say, "I've found you at last!"
I do believe someone has made a mistake.
"Love?" Echos
echoes
Something is very much amiss. I look at my Makoto closely
for a few moments before I conclude that, the one I'm holding
is not my Makoto. In fact, the one I'm holding isn't even a man!
"You are not him," I say softly, feeling the hope galloping
galloping? I think you can use a better word that that. It doesn't provoke
the image you're going for, at least for me.
Something went wrong, and I think it temporarily effected portions
of your brain, because we could suddenly see scene
scenes
is, should have end my life.
ended
easier to to revert back to my old ways.
I could not handle the pain of waiting ten millinia, the
disapointment
disappointment
I understand why the Time Guardian's red eyes bother me
so much. They are so cold.... so inhuman... so familiar... they
are exactly like my own.
Oh, what I would give, to get away from those eyes...
to find my Makoto... to be human again...
Pluto has just given me the most precious of gifts.
A chance at humanity.
Very nice work. A short crossover that's quick, to the point, and works
well. Aside from a variety of spelling mistakes, it looked fine. Flowed
well also.
D.B. Sommer