~Part X: BATTLE~
Monday, September 14, morning
{Crypt, Story's Graveyard}: *keeps weapon focused on coffin*
: *explodes out of the coffin*
: FROSTY!?
: Hello, Prosecutor Payne. This will be a trial of a different sort for you, won't it?
: Were none of you present for the vampire invasion? Master Frost was bitten, and I was able to awaken the darkness in him to take this form again. The one you sought to rescue shall be your downfall! Now, I will be heading to Nightmare Manor, Memory requested some assistance in eliminating some other targets of ours.
: No you DON'T! *a glowing light portal opens, and Fon tackles Premonition through it, it closing behind him*
: Now you don't even have the light user to help you.
: *still aiming gun, though looks apprehensive*
: What's the matter, Churchill, don't want to shoot your friend? That's too- NRRGH!
*fireball'd*
: I have no objections to it, Frosty.
: Never mess with an ice mage. *takes out staff and rains icicles on everyone*
: *melts them all before they can hit the group* Fire and ice cancel out. This battle could last a while, unless somebody introduces a new element-
: *charges at Hunter* SURPRISE!
: WHAT THE- *slammed into the wall*
HYEOLUP IMDEIOTIC PROSECUTOR: It's snapping him out of it, we need to keep this up.
: No problem. I'm got some other fire faerie abilities that might help out here. *whips off sunglasses*
FIERY GAZE!
: THAT... WON'T... SCARE... ME... *dark aura explodes*
*when the darkness clears, normal Hunter and vampire!Hunter are both in the room*
: Let's get out of here, now!
*everyone runs out the corridor*
{}*Fon and Premonition are standing on the deck of a huge cruise ship with white weewoos and meepits painted everywhere*
: What...
What in the name of the muses
IS this place!?
: Perhaps you haven't been listening to them enough? Many NTWFers want a mass meetup, and a few have specified it could be on their own little ship sailing around.
: You mean...!?
: I have given up your creed. I have hidden away my name. But I still have my powers.
I am still Fantasy of Nightmare!
{Dungeon, Castle Samurai}: You know I'm a pacifist, so I can't really fight you directly. Wouldn't want your blood on my hands, and I still feel some gratude to you kids for releasing me.
That won't stop my friend. I've turned your enemy Marx... into a heartless!
: *chilling laughter*
: *copies Vision of Nightmare*
TRANSFORM!
: Vision can take the form of any of Hunter's characters, so since Keeby copied his form... He could become Mazna!
: Anzam's Nobody...
: *slashes at Marx with twin blades*
: *screams* *blasts dark magic at Keeby*
: *blocks with barrier and reflects it back*
: RAAAARGH *floats feebly and crashes on top of Vision*
: *strong, powerful voice of Mazna* Poyo. *goes back to normal*
{The Final Room, Nightmare Manor}: Aja Killian... have you been thinking about the turning point for this territory?
: Saint Dane!
Far from a saint in reality, Saint Dane is a demon traveler who wants to thrown all that ever was, is, and will be into chaos, all so he can pick up the pieces and control everything, and everywhen. He was originally from the Pendragon series by D.J. MacHale, along with Aja Killian.
: An enemy of Aja and a friend of the Nightmares is no friend of mine. LEAVE!
: You have no idea who you are messing with here... *summons sword*
*swords clash*
: *breaks away and tries hitting with lightning fast sword strikes*
: *parries and dodges all of them, but can't get any slashes in himself*
: Give up yet, monster hunter?
: Never!
: Well then- *BZZT*
: Hey, Great Dane, you forget we were here?
: ......... *turns into black smoke, floats across the room, and rematerializes*
Nice trick. But don't you know you can't defeat me?
: ... Time to run away now. *scrams, rest of the group following after*
{Icy Taco Plaza}: Hello, little losers.
: It can't be!
: Heh. Miss me? My reign on the Neoboards was sadly short lived... But I am still queen of the autospammers.
: Hunter and his friends tried to stop you.
: That's why Memory brought me back. Isn't it great?
: Don't underestimate us, we're not as weak as we look.
: We'll just see about that!