| Issue # 9 |
| The Upgrade |
| The Adventures of Deacon Troll |
| The three brothers stood togetther watching their master in fear. Deacon Troll had finished watching the brothers' victories over the evil henchmen when he turned around to return his attention to the living nightmare. The flames surrounding the throne suddenly flared. Dizz Trawyer suddenly rose from his throne. He stepped though the flame slowly, without being singed. The troll understood what was about to happen. It was going to be resolved once and for all. He hoped... The brothers charged the nightmare as fast as they could. "Dirts, no!" the troll called out, but it was too late. Dizz Trawyer pressed a button on his arm and the response came almost imediately. Metallic tenticles emerged from the ceiling and twisted around each of the brothers. The harder they tried to escape, the harder the tenticles tightened. Deacon returned his gaze to the nightmare. Without taking his eyes off the abomination, the troll replied to the brothers, "He doesn't want you to interfere. This is my fight, and my fight alone. There is nothing you can do to help me." Dizz Trawyer smirked. "Let's see how you fare playing by MY rules." Something's going to happen soon. The troll prepared himself. Dizz Trawyer pressed against the octagon on his chest and it began to turn slowly, yet steadily. It was a counter charging up for something. Dizz Trawyer chuckled. After the octagon's first full rotation it stopped. Slowly, small vein-like lines of bluish-white light began spreading from the octagon across the nightmare's large body. When the veins of light surrounded his entire body, then they expanded to make his entire body cover with the same bluish-white. There was a large wave of energy and his body rose slightly from the ground. Suddenly a red circle appeared amid the blinding light on the top of his head. It slowly extended to a tube back into the side of his head. Dizz Trawyer's head was immediately covered in a grey mask flowing tightly down to the bottom of his neck. Blue and red armour appeared across his torso and rectangular box-shaped coverings grew from atop tiny metallic wings over his shoulders. Over his arms appeared triangular weapons with the tiny hypotenuse facing outward on each. Metallic armour continued down his legs covering the final parts of his body, right down to his feet. Dizz Trawyer slowly sank to the ground and gazed in the direction of the troll. Deacon Troll stood unflinching. "Now, my dear troll," Dizz Trawyer taunted, "it's time for you to die." The nightmare charged at the troll and struck him in the gut. The helpless troll was sent flying across the room. He slammed against the wall and fell to the floor along with bits of stone that broke free as the troll collided with it. The troll groaned and slowly rose to his feet. He streatched out his arm and opened his hand as wide as possible with fingers spread apart. A tiny blue light swirled in his hand and quickkly lengthened. With a great flash, the light materialized into a cane. The troll grasped it tightly in his hand. Dizz Trawyer stood unflinching. He was puzzled though. He had thought the cane was a figment of the troll's imagination when he was trapped in the Merge. Was it possible that it could be real? No, he decided. The nightmare redied himself for the troll's attack. He smirked to himself. His confidense greatening. "I've had enough of your cheap tricks," the nightmare called out and charged the troll. "Believe me," the troll began, "this is definately not a trick." Deacon Troll summoned all of the willpower he had left and charged his foe also. The enemies both struck at each other at the same time when they collided; both arm-to-arm. Dizz Trawyer barely flinched, but the troll was sent sliding across the floor. Though he did not fall to his feet, Deacon Troll was momentarilly stunned. He jumped with all his might and side-flipped toward his enemy, cane poised. Dizz Trawyer's back was turned away from the troll and Deacon Troll knew there was no way the abomination could stop the cane from hitting in time. Time seemed to stand still. The cane hit directly into the abomination's back. The collision happened with such force that Dizz Trawyer was pushed to the ground and the troll was again thrown across the room. The cane exploded into millions of tiny splinters that were sent flying in every direction. When the world had stopped moving, Deacon Troll looked up to see the damage he had inflicted. He could see very clearly the place where the cane had struck Dizz Trawyer's armour. There was no hole, dint, nor even a scratch. Deacon Troll's most powerful attack had failed. Dizz Trawyer emitted an evil, twisted laugh. "Is that the best you can do?" he asked. The abomination prepared to charge for a final attack. "Games are over. Now it's your turn to die!" To Be Continued... |
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