Round and round he spun, causing damage to his rival, but also messing with his own equilibrium. Like all tops come to an end with their spinning, so did Cly, who began to wobble, and then collapsed to the ground, face first. As he fell, his only partially healed wound on his right arm re-opened, causing blood to stream out. With his other two wounds on the sides of his chest, hindering muscle movement, this was going to go nowhere fast. The rider tilted his chin as much as he could, and saw White Star, who looked dizzy himself, and wasn't so white around the mouth. Still he pushes on, when my strength reserves are nearly depleted. How much more am I going to be able to take? Should I yield? No, I will push myself to my limit, with everything I have in me, it is my time to... He stopped his thought, as he heard the broken words, "I’m gibing him edrythung.” Cly could feel the sheer force of energy being built up by White Star, and watched as his right fist began to glow. This isn't going to be like one of those attacks like before, this is going to be the one that finishes it all. Cly pushed on the ground with his head, trying to lift his body a few inches off the ground, so he might put his arms beneath himself. Up into the air, Cly tried to help himself up, but couldn't find any strength in his useless arms, and fell back down to the ground. White Star said, “All the chps thn,” and thrust his fist into the ground. The earth shook beneath their feet. This is the end.
A massive shockwave rolled through the ground, so powerful, that it lifted up the people that were in free standing chairs, and threw them as much as ten feet into the air. Screams filled the air as people stood up and trampled each other like college students hearing the class ending bell. Cracks shot out in all directions around the epicenter of the quake, and beams of light shone out of them. Cly knew it all at once, this whole Quest field was about to take a big hit, and with all of the people frantically trying to get out, no one was going anywhere, and in seconds, there would be many deaths caused by such a mighty display of power. Still on the moist turf, Cly sucked in a lung full of air, and yelled as loud as he could, "STOP!!! WHITE STAR!!! YOU ARE GOING TO KILL EVERYONE!!!" The ear piercing noise coming from the attack deafened Cly's vain attempt to stop this, and the knight knew that in seconds, the stadium, the people, himself, and even White Star may perish from this super powered final blow. One last chance to stop this, me. The beat of his heart pounded like a hammer to an anvil, as blood raced through the warrior's body. Cly pushed with all his might on the ground with his arms, lifting his body up, while tearing muscles in the process. He was so determined that he didn't feel any of the pain, and stood to his feet. Cly called out with his telepathy to Esmeralda, his dragon. If I don't survive this, I just wanted to say goodbye. CLY!!! NO!!! DON'T DO IT!!!I end this now!
Cly sprinted forward, dove, slid, and reached out with both of his arms. He grabbed White Star's hand from the ground, and yanked it up with his very last reserves of strength. Up it came, the deadly energy pulsing from it, as Cly struggled to hold it up. Tears flowing down his face, Cly yelled with his last breath, "This battle is between you and me, and it ends between you and me. A real hero knows when too much is too much. My name is Cly, it was nice knowing you." He let hold of his grip on White Star's hand, and moved his body under the supercharged hand. It came down, as the rider watched it move toward his chest. Time seemed to slow to a halt. So many memories flashed though his mind, so many good times, images of the past, and one battle that he could never forget, against Lady Nightmare. He could picture her grasping his heart with her telekinesis, and ringing the last drops of life out of him. No heart of grace to save me this time. White Star's fist made contact with Cly's chest, as the rider felt the truly intense energies that the boy was using. The light that poured from the cracks vanished, and the quakes in the ground stopped, as all the energy had been re-directed to the dragon rider.
Light. Skin ripped off his chest, exposing his muscles around his rib cage. Cly's entire muscle network lit up, bathed in the energy, glowing bright white. Muscle fibers shot exploded, sending fragments of fried muscle out onto the ground. His chest spurted them like a sprinkler gone crazy, while muscles all around his body shot through his skin, like needles, thousands of dots forming all over the rider's skin. Blood spurted out, with the super sped up beats of his heart. All the muscle on his chest removed, only his ribcage stood between the fist of death and his vitals. The intense bright white light lit up even brighter, and burned both of Cly's eyes out. Still hanging onto life, he felt the attack reach its peak, and explode. White light bathed his entire body, frying everything from head to toe. The ground around him was cut into, but the massive overkill of power never reached the crowds around, which had stopped, fell silent, and could only stare.
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