[The signals are launched and the battle has began] commentator buzzed in.
With the starting of battle the eye gaze of the opponents were vulnerising each other. What move should we do, what would be the counter, everything needs to be though of in that fraction of second. It's more like a movie film stuck at a single frame for significant span.
[No one seems to be making any move yet, maybe they are looking for the best way out.]
"It's a pleasure to fight you Drake" Ray said with pride.
"Well for me, it's just a mere formality to the league. I am not in the mood to take it long so let's end it faster" he burged in with spines on his tongue.
"Well then let's begin" shouted Ray "Earth's equilibrium".
The ground started its eruption, it was the power of the spectra of ground turtle. The large clumps of hard rocks leaking from the soil formed a barricade ahead of Ray. A barricade that was both attacking and defensive.
"Drake is a wild beast. His single attack is enough to take me down. That's why I won't give him any time to think. Come at me you bastard" Ray though to himself.
[What is that absolute barricade. I don't think Drake can see through it. The phantom seems to be in trouble. Will the turtle win this ground battle?]
The barricade spinning itself shot the hard rocks towards the phantomic spectra. The absolute obliterating noises of the rocks was satisfying for Ray. One after the another the rock assault was executed well. Atleast that's what Ray was feeling. Now was the time for the final move of the first attack, it was the time to dash in himself. Using his spectral energy to strengthen each muscle fibre of the legs, he swift in creating a crater in the barricade. The first sight was a bit blurry as the earth type moves produce a lot of dust, but at the same time being one of a kind he got his eyesight back. His only attempt was to locate Drake. "Where is he? Where the fuck is he?" Ray though to himself.
[Is the champion buried inside the rubles]
"Well that was a great move" said Drake confusing Ray about the direction it's coming from "but you didn't noticed it. What was meant to be a blindspot for you was also a blindspot for me. We both had our vision blocked".
[Of course this wasn't the end for our champion. A single move can never knock him down. He is of course trying something big, something that we never saw before. Have he generated a new spectral card?]
The crowd got their voice back when Drake came out the dust jumping all the way till the top of the domed barrier. There wasn't even a single scratch on him. He was perfect with no wounds and bruises.
"As is said, I am going to end it" he smirked "Absolute rise".
With this few words being uttered out of his mouth everyone in the arena got shut. They were trembling as if something disastrous was going to happen, and why won't they, it was the most fearsome attack Drake had. Not just the attack damages you, it even leaves the traces of the phantomic bites for several days.
[Is it really going to happen? Are we going to see his absolute attack as his first move. Who would have known this match was going to be so short]
The dark spirits were rising from him. They were pleading, begging for a single essence of spectra. They were greedy and hungry. And when the greed and hunger comes together, all we can see is devastation. That's what the arena was looking like. The phatoms obstructed by barricade flew all around searching for spectra until one of them saw Ray. The large spectral reserve was now chased by the gruel phantoms. Ray trying to evade their attack found his body getting heavier, it was the effect of the attack. His spectral energy was suppressed by the void of phantoms.
[The end is close as the peak attack is going to reach its termination. Everybody, be ready to cheer for the champion]
The voice of the commentator was decisive but was right on the mark. The void closed in with sharp spines going through Ray, tingling, stinging and aching alot. All that Ray could do was taken it all on himself as his body wasn't moving a inch. Trying to open his eyes to look at the scene ahead it was like a mirage for him. Nothing was clear due to the immense pain but it was depicting hell. There were demons with their large presence looking at him like a tiny bird in cage, they were hungry and greedy just like the phantoms. And with the last phantomic spark Ray fell down on his knees completely unconscious looking at the sky with his eyes pale and his mouth wide open, asking for mercy.
[Well, there goes the Challenger. He is half dead by the attack. The count till 5 shall begin.
1
No response
2
No response
3
A little blip in Ray's mind. He was holding someone close to him. He was feeling the warmth that a son could provide for the first time. The sensation he waited for many years and was even convinced to never get it. He was feeling that warmth again. And when the image got clear he saw that the kid was none other than Raizon.
4
Soon in this loop he remembered about his promise to Raizon. "I was going to win, wasn't I?" He thought to himself. A sudden rise in the turtle's spectra destroyed and dugged the ground even deeper. Ray, stood back on his shaking legs, cleaning the blood around his mouth.
[What are we seeing here? This has never happened before. Absolute rise sure had its effect but never before it was resisted at this stage. Are the tables going to turn? Or is this just adrenaline playing it's game.]
"I want to win it. I want to win this final. The dream I once saw, it's perfect opportunity for me" Ray spitted out the blood looking at Drake without blinking once. The stare was deep into Drake's conscience.
"Once this regression would have broke me, but not anymore" he claimed "Shadow fist". A blazing dark emission around the Drake's fist just bammed on Ray flinging him away. No one even noticed when Drake dashed in for the attack. It all happened in a blink of an eye.
[Another deadly blow for Ray. Is this the final one?]
Ray getting out from the crater on the side wall created from the impact was still stumbling on his legs. Trying his best to fulfill the promise and his long lost dream he gazed back onto his senses.
"Magnificent domain" he strengthened a hard earthly dome around him as a defence.
" That's not goona work" shouted Drake breaking the dome with mere hands. But there was something suspicious he thought to himself. Right before he could break it through he felt something was wrong. The spectral energy he was sensing wasn't inside dome anymore. And before he could predict it himself, a large earthened gollum just broke though the soil infiltrating the arena. It was Ray's another prestigious attack "Crust beat".
The gigantic gollum streched his hand for Drake winding up every rock and crust particle he could get. But Drake was too fast to be captured by such a slow attack. Being gigantic in size gollum are strong and aren't easy to defeat, but their movement is thus too slow compared to other attacks.
"Absolute rise" he snuggled. It was surely the end now. Not once but he had to use it twice in the finals "stay proud Ray, I never used it twice at this stage. You were quite impressive".
The phantomic aura rose again branching down every soul nearby. The target for them was again Ray, the spectra he was emitting was low but again the phatoms were just so greedy that they wanted every ounce of it. The black spectra crushed down the gollum into pieces in an instance with the stinging and pain adding up to the one before. Down came the gollum into pieces and so did Ray.
[Now this time it's surely over, isn't it?] Barked the commentator with audience cheering with agreement.
Ray was all emitting heat by the emmense attack he just took, not once but twice. This time it was so sure that he was going to lose that Drake started to walk off the arena towards the team room. But another struggle from Ray just amazed him. Shaking hands were trying to get up without any response from any another muscle. It wasn't the body, it was the mind using its last ounce of strength to achieve the determination. He knew he can't win anymore but he just wanted to get up. He just wanted to stand back on his knees even though he falls again and show the people that even this old bastard had some fire left. His struggle was as threatening as this battle. The whole audience along with the commentator were shut down by this last ounce.
"Ahhhhhhhhh" he shouted raising his body above ground standing to stand on his knees. But it was the end this time for sure. The drained body fell down again with match being declared as a win for Drake Dakota.