The Path Of The Hero
Episode III: Confrontations
    I began to search. I spent all of the time I had spent on hunting in the past, now on finding him.
    I also spent time getting to know Alexander he was a very interesting person.
    Then nearing the end of summer and he moved in with my family and I.
    The night after he moved in we sat in a fast food parking lot I eventually came out with my secret. I told him everything, well at least I tried; until he started quoting the legend back to me.
    �Who do you think left the book?� he asked.
    Then he told me his secret. He told me that he was Manweildedon the bastard son of Lucifer.
    In amazement I asked why he had been helping me. He told me his father left him when he was born and he wanted revenge.
    A few days later I had tracked down Doronkia to a cave on the outskirts of town.
    I went to the cave and called him out.
    �You will die Doronkia, for the murder of Torilonos!� I screamed.
    He taunted  me, �You? A boy? You will challenge me?�
    He stepped out, he looked like a man but his skin was blood red and his eyes were like green cat�s eyes.
    I went into stance and he stepped up to me with his chest out arrogantly. I hit him in the diaphragm as hard as I could. It felt like hitting an anvil.
    He laughed at me then punched me. I flew ten or eleven feet. I stood up then went into chun bi. I began to charge; I easily went to maximum limit and eventually stage two. I found myself equally matched. When I attacked we matched each other completely.
    Finally I jumped back and went into another stance. I attacked with my wolf�s mist attack. I grabbed his larynx as tight as I could between my thumb and my index knuckle.  Then I punched with energy in my arm right into his chin.
    He jumped back and grabbed his throat lightly then looked up at me. �Is that your most powerful attack?� He said.
    �No you haven�t seen power yet! It�s time we do this street style!� I screamed.
    I went to my familiar stance with one arm behind my ear and the other in front of my face with my feet turned and knees bent.
    I attacked with lightning quick speed. I favored the spin kicks because were varied and powerful. I seemed to be winning but the battle turned when he caught my feet.
    He attacked with strength that I�d never seen. I had never seen this style in a Warlord or the demons I had fought before. He seemed to overpower me with brute force rather than speed and style. He enjoyed grappling, something I would find to be a trait in most higher demons.
    Finally, he grabbed me , picked me up over his head and slammed me into a rock. Then he started slamming my back two or three times down on the rock. I tried to limp to my feet but as I lifted to one knee he grabbed me by the throat. I couldn�t breath, I could feel the veins popping from my face.
    �I will drink your blood and consume your life force, I will become stronger with the blood of the Darkwolf!� He said.
    I tried to speak but I couldn�t. I could feel my life slipping away. It left me to weak to fight.
    I suddenly felt his hand rip away from my throat. When my senses came back to me I realized that Alexander was fighting him, and winning hands down.
    Then Alexander kicked him and Doronkia went flying. When he landed he said, �You know I can�t fight you Manweildedon!�
�Then give me a chance to train him. He doesn�t understand! Give me a month or I will kill you myself!� Alexander said.
    �Your father will never allow this!� Doronkia said.
    �Sure he will� the demonic challenge!� Alexander said.
    Then Doronkia agreed and walked off saying, �Damn you halfbreed!� Then Alexander turned and fired a blast that sent Doronkia flying into his cave.
    I had never seen energy like that. It was clear, translucent,  beautiful blue color. It was a perfect orb shape.
    Then he walked over and helped me walk home. We talked for awile. He told me that Demons didn�t often use ki energies. Their strength came from magick.
    I thanked him for saving me, he said, �don�t thank me, come tomorrow your going to
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