Raid #50 [Plot]

Luneth I Onion Knight [Leader]

Wide, emerald eyes surveyed the scene of the destruction that lay before him. The boy with the legendary title of Onion Knight had split up from his friends after he heard news his world was under attack by a single individual, and he almost expected it to be the entity that took on the form of a woman whom wished to reduce everything to the Void. He had run into the city during all the commotion, in the other direction of the civilians fleeing the scene, brushing past the screaming and terrified villagers who ran for their lives. It was not until he had reached that one-eighth of the large metropolis did he confirm that it was the dark mage, who had inadvertently unleashed the negating presence upon the world and the universe to further his selfish schemes, but watched cautiously as a small force of the army approached the wizard from another street adjacent to the corner off a smoldering building he had not yet been spotted behind.

There was no way that any ordinary soliders could take on Xande, as it took all four of the Warriors of Light on this world last time to take down his gradually building but devastating power, and if they had not beaten him when they did the party would have surely lost within a matter of time. On the other hand, the army of Saronia had turned on itself in a schism, when the evil adviser Gilgameth had taken over control of King Gorn's mind with a curse to have the King carry out his wicked intentions to crumple the empire. King Gorn had died to fight back against the curse when Gilgameth had ordered him to destroy his own son, who was now King Alus of Saronia, who must have been overseeing this raid on his city now. Such a young age for a child to have the title of King thrust upon him, and Xande's incursion into his Kingdom did not make that any more favorable, whom Onion Knight suspected had a hand in sending the monster who had posed as Gilgameth in the first place. With having lost numbers in the urban warfare, Luneth couldn't imagine the military producing enough numbers to take down such a powerful sorcerer, and was only proven correct moments later when a large tremor shook the earth nearby.

Watching in horror as the mighty Quake spell ripped through the soldiers as if they were chaff of wheat being reaped, the aftershock nearby of the fissure knocked Luneth over violenty as he lost his balance, a large dust cloud washing over him from the crumbling rubble of the most recent building toppled. Once the cloud had fogged over him, Luneth held his mouth shut as he coughed inwardly, pushing himself up as he realized the bodies of the fallen near him. Not just that of the fallen soldiers who had been thrown by the blast... a small, slender frame of a young girl just older than he was lay still and unmoving on the ground, surrounded by men, women and children of all ages who may have been a family or even several. The memory of similar people who had fallen along their journey to stop Xande including a similar young woman filled his mind, and the young knight was filled with sudden rage, pulling himself to his feet as he ran off to carry out a quickly calculated plan. With the dust cloud thrown up by Quake and hearing Xande sense his presence, the Onion Knight ignored his senses that told him how powerful the enchanter was, using the haze as a veil that he leapt out of as a surprise ambush to foin Xande with Blade Torrent since the warlock did not have a pinpoint on his exact location.

Miraculously, the opening of the right had landed a lucky strike, as Blade Torrent's surprise advantage had paid off. Wind rushed past him and blew through his wispy golden locks, as the young child with the title of the legendary title Onion Knight landed a successful blow, and immediately his speed went into action. Appearing around the mage with near-impossible speed, as he appeared to either travel at a sub-sonic speed or instantaneously teleport as he appeared coming towards Xande, each blow he landed craved a formidable strike that gouged deep into the black mage's dark-tinted hide. As he came out of his warp and made the last blow in the original angle he had come towards Xande, he attempted to make the finishing blow to knock Xande back, hopefully a powerful crushing wall rush into a nearby building. But at the last second, the powerful sorcerer made an unsuspected melee attack, a powerful back-hand that instantly collided with Onion Knight's chin.

How ironic it was that the youth had been knocked back himself, and heard his neck snap at the sound similar to that of cracking knuckles, the joints in his neck popping in protest as the blow twisted his head to the side quickly at an angle it was not used to. The Onion Knight staggered back, and instead of tumbling forward as he guessed he would have consequently done if he had missed the warlock, he stumbled backwards. So fast in fact, he felt his body also tilt back as well as his head, and pushed himself into a flip to avoid his helmet from having to cushion the impact that was about to happen with his skull. He flipped, but did not have his feet pulled underneath him in time, and landed on his stomach amongst ash and broken rubble which stabbed and cut into the pale skin of his arms and legs. He slid and came to a full stop, for a moment the two opposing powers of light and darkness at a stalemate, as Onion Knight groaned and looked up from the ground towards Xande and he struggled to his feet.

What was the purpose of all this? For darkness to take over, for more suffering to take place, the many for the selfish ambitions of the one? How could one be so selfish, to have everything for himself, to push away everyone they needed and everyone that needed him? Light, darkness, it may not have mattered in the end if everyone got to be alive and happy, but not if that end was never met or the means to get there. Reality was full of cruelty and misfortune that happened to everyone, but nothing good ever came in life if no-one was not willing to work for it; that's why this battle mattered. Not just for themselves, but for everyone to let go of their suffering and move on; humanity was stronger altogether than they were alone. That is why the light always endured, not just because it was the right thing to do or the evolved civility of society, but because the people who fought for it all shared the same vision of unity and harmony together to co-exist and co-operate, and always outnumbered and used teamwork against those who invited chaos who held the opposite.

That was why Xande had stood alone against them the first time Onion Knight and his friends had fought him; it was true that Onion Knight faced him as a single person now, but he was never alone in his thoughts. Pushing himself up hastily off the ground, he remembered that people needed him, especially those who had passed, like... her, whom would never smile, never laugh nor breathe again. Wiping the crimson liquid away from a gash on his cheek, the seconds passing by still after having just landed, we had to keep going for them all. He didn't jump forward, knowing Xande would expect that as he had with his hand strike, and instead leaped backward, and as he landed on his feet used his Onion Sword to slash the rubble underneath him forwards. Not waiting to see if the debris and dust that rised upwards in a tall cloud distracted or even blinded Xande, he twirled his weapon vividly as he cast Blizzard, shooting into the dust cloud and having the unexpected effect of freezing it solid as it passed over the spellcaster instead of hitting him as a projectile. This would attempt to freeze him in place and have him break it long enough to follow up with another attack upon it's contact.

As long as one lived together with others... they would never die alone.

Strikes into the earth were made as the golden sword was cut through the earth, and then spinning about in it's wielder's hands at a incredible pace as the frosty spell was cast, and Onion Knight took a second to catch his breath and ready himself as the dust settled in the air around them. A slight wind blew through, picking up at the dust fragments which lingered and stirred in small twisters, rubble not thrown up in his attack using the environment coming to a standstill. Onion Knight was not however, as he kept moving, anticipating his Blizzard spell would not hold back the archmage for long, sweat dotting his brow under his blond hair. Emerald eyes darted between where his target once stood to the next nearby building, running towards it to follow up with his next attack, and kept moving to try and avoid any counter-attacks headed in his direction. Try being the key word, and the legendary Onion Knight darted towards the advantage the nearby building offered to him, one of the few that was still standing in this now dead region of the castle town.

He still felt the trauma in his head and neck where the brawny sorcerer had struck him, and his nose was starting to leak crimson liquid, but otherwise the Onion Knight had not been deliver any further aggression to warrant any further battle damage. He had been wondering why the mage had battered him physically instead of blasting him short-range with a powerful spell, and considered he was conserving his magic power in anticipation for a long battle with Onion Knight himself, or he had just retaliated out of defensive instinct. In either case, the ebony-skinned spellcaster probably felt good about the fact he finally got his hands on one of the chosen orphans of the Crystal of Light, but Luneth wasn't planning on throwing in the towel just yet, even if he did expect to be blasted with more arcane spellpower. That still meant that Xande respected at least, the fact he was a powerful opponent if magic power consumption was a concern, and not shooting special attacks at him maniacally with little concern to anything but his own preservation. He was trying to lengthen his own lifespan into something eternal, but while Luneth respected he was a immensely powerful warlock in his own right that he knew as well, he could tell further more than this that the black mage was aware of his own limitations from the gouges delivered earlier to him in his skin.

Luneth approached the building, but he was not using it for cover, and the small warrior panted heavily as he pushed himself to reach it in time. He approached the corner where the wall of the building met solid concrete foundation, and wall-walked up the side of it momentarily as long as gravity would allow him, before kicking off of it to propel his height and momentum into the air. As the dust was becoming visible to see now, Luneth was not only surprised, but soon after grateful that his combination Blizzard and rubble attack had created more of a solid barricade for the muscular enchanter to batter through, and in this case his assault would be much more effective. If he had done another sword attack, it would just be assisting his opponent, and Firaga would have done that even faster. Leaping through the air above the ice block that contained Xande, he twisted his Onion Sword around as three orbs of electricity formed around him, and shot out in a diamond formation towards the stationary target. With the water molecules already present within the already melting ice, the Thunder spell would hopefully amplify the damage of the spell if it connected in bolting down upon the student of Noah, while still keeping his icy prison intact.

As the speedy youth sailed down upon his opponent to connect with his next attack, expecting Xande would have broken free by now, he noticed the sheen of a spell being cast over his darkened tone in contrast. The boy had been in many battles far more than any other at his age to know the spell was Haste, especially since Xande had used it against him in their first battle. That did not mean the kid was any more ready for it, for even though he was the fastest out of all of the Warriors of Cosmos, the time spell always shifted the opponent out of phase faster than he was. His body tensed as gravity pulled him down to earth, and the Onion Knight considered he would have to be more careful, and keep up a good defense as well as a good offense. Luck had only favored him thus far, and his body aching with his caution rising, he prepared himself for the worse that was about to come in this epic battle for this world. He may have to pull out all the stops and endure a lot of immense and devastating magic, which meant a lot of lament and suffering, before he could make a difference in his defense for his home world.