But with the help of the powers and the sharp edges of the sword, Vaeludar cut through his enemies’ weapons. Not only was he using the sword but also his wings and tail. Any Hobgoblin that tried to attack from behind, Vaeludar’s half dragon nervous system would react and the tail and the claws on his wings would fling death upon the Hobgoblins.
In thirty seconds, Vaeludar was standing victorious; he slew every single Hobgoblin he saw.
Just feet away from him, the black armored figure stood with an eight foot long sword. Vaeludar couldn’t pick up any scent of flesh-and-blood coming from within or see any eyes behind the helmet. He couldn’t tell what he was up against, but he could tell it wasn’t human.
“This city is not yours, it still belongs to the humans, black knight!” stated Vaeludar.
Vaeludar was forcefully pushing half of his life energy into the sword. He was feeling his human side dying and his dragon side growing.
The blade was glowing red-yellow.
“Be gone,” shouted Vaeludar, throwing the sword at the black knight.
The blade spun like an axe at the black knight. The sword buried itself deep once it reached him. Rays of light burst out of the black armor.
Then he took charged towards the lighting black knight. He blew out an enormous amount of emerald fire before tearing through the armor with the claws of his wings and hands.
The armor melted from the extreme heat of the green fire and ripped to pieces by Vaeludar’s claws. Then Vaeludar pulled the sword free. Much of his life energy returned from the blade that absorbed half of his life force. Full of health again, Vaeludar swung his sword through the helmet, beheading the black knight.
The helmet flew across the streets, yards away and the armor fell apart as if nothing was in it. There was no body inside the armor as it fell to pieces.
Shocked, Vaeludar rushed towards the beheaded helmet. He smashed it open with the whip of his tail; there was no head inside.
Vaeludar turned to see a small, swirling dark cloud in the form of a human; it was a dark Spirit in the form of a dark cloud. The Spirit took the form of a human but showed no human face or body. It was just completely black. The only thing that was showing was blood red eyes.
“Enjoy this small victory while you can, hybrid,” said the spirit, with an evil, echoing whisper. “This small victory will be the pathway to many defeats.”
“I have no fear of you, Shadow King or should I say Shadow King? Or maybe… Lusìvar!”
“So you have guessed what I am?” asked the Shadow King Lusìvar.
“I have guessed who you are,” corrected the hybrid. “The ‘what’ of you is your Spirit form. And I have heard of the stories of how you were beaten by the Crystal Dragon.”
“This form I take to hide my face from both islands. I leave my face blank so nobody knows my true self or my past experience. I hide behind a mask of dark Shadows.”
“Then reveal your face to me now and we can get this small fight over with.”
“In due time, you will know my true face.”
“In that case, BE GONE!”
Vaeludar blew crimson fire at the dark Spirit of Lusìvar. A cry of agony from burning fire echoed from the evil Spirit.
Above the fire-blowing Vaeludar, the dark clouds that covered the sun slowly faded away. The light shined upon the flying Harpies and the remaining Hobgoblins. The Harpies smashed into each other or any stoned house, while the Hobgoblins were turned to stone.
After blowing fire for exactly five minutes, Vaeludar ceased and looked at the piled black armor that had nothing.
The Shadow King Lusìvar, his creatures of darkness, and his darkness itself were gone… for now.
NEEDING TO LEAVE
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fter having another victory over a lingering threat, Vaeludar could feel himself becoming weakened by flushing out his life energy into one sword. He wondered how he could even do that: transfer power energy from his body to a single sword. But who was he to argue? He had won.
He used his wings to dig through the pile of the black armor, to make sure there were no evil remnants within the armor. Fortunately, there was neither sign nor form of any dark energy. He spat on the armor with a deadly acid that melted the pieces into complete metal liquid.
“Vaeludar, are you okay?” asked Marina, running to him with the scabbard.
Vaeludar, who was breathing silently and calmly, grabbed the scabbard and placed the sword into it. He hung the scabbard on his back again and tied it down tightly. Not knowing how long he may be in flight, Vaeludar made sure the strap from the scabbard wouldn’t fall.
“For the moment,” he answered, with a serious tone. “Lusìvar was here, and I managed to beat him back. This city is safe. I am glad we did stay for a while otherwise this place would have been scrapped. He seems to be regaining his power and fast.”
“We shouldn’t be celebrating,” said Marina, looking at a gathering crowd. “You’re in the spotlight.”
Vaeludar turned to see people looking at him with surprise and amazement on their faces. I got to get out of here, Vaeludar told himself. I don’t want other girls thinking I’m free. Vaeludar spread his wings and turned to fly. Before he was going to fly, he looked at his shadow, which was pointing north; it was midday.
He took notice he and Marina wasted an entire morning looking at one bar she liked and another place she was singing at and a small skirmish.
“We are late, Marina,” stated Vaeludar, going to Marina. “It seems to be noon and we are late for this quest and I yet to have lunch.”
Vaeludar grabbed Marina around her waist
