Alien-G
February 14th, 2005, 10:36 PM
Chapter 1
The Battle Moves On
Okasa and Armadon sunk down through the water, blood moving to the surface from Armadon. They crashed onto the bottom. Okasa ripped his blade out, Armadon wailed in pain, bubbles shooting from his mouth. Armadon tripped Okasa with his tail and got back onto all fours, his psychic energy healing the wound. He roared out more bubbles as Okasa got to his feet. Armadon leapt up biting onto Okasa’s exposed neck, sinking his fangs in. He then shot for the surface and rose up in the harbor. He pulled Okasa onto land and began dragging him back into the city. Oily liquid sprayed out as the neck tore open. Armadon took his mouth off, the liquid spilling onto the streets. Armadon brought down two clawed fingers into Okasa’s helmet. The claws tore through the eyes and down deep. Okasa roared as he was blinded and liquid sprayed out all over Armadon. He pulled his fingers out and backed away. Okasa dropped his sword from the extreme pain and got to his feet, pulling his helmet off and throwing it into a flaming building. Okasa roared loudly into the sky as the liquid spilled out onto the metal streets below. Armadon’s psychic vortex collided into Okasa, the oil like liquid sprayed out of his mouth as he fell back into the fires of the burning city. He roared out in pain as the fire burned at his face. Armadon moved behind a building and pushed it onto Okasa.
Kenkorai was moving further into Ireland, when suddenly he had a strong feeling, making him turn back and go back into the ocean. He then began moving through the water towards New York City.
Jagarah entered a large desert in Nevada and began moving for the ocean. Jets flew overhead dropping missiles onto him and then began firing their lasers. Jagarah roared as he was surrounded in explosions. He turned his head and fired off lightning bolts, striking the jets. They shot out sparks and flames and crashed into the sandy surface.
Armadon watched as the flames rose up higher around Okasa. He lay there groaning, the heat was so intense, that because of his armor, he began dying. Armadon was suddenly bombarded by fireballs. Chekordai flew in and over Armadon. A massive heat wave hit Armadon, melting the metal streets and buildings around him.
Phil and Pierre saw the military moving in. Tanks, lasers, guns, they were all going to attack. A few military men and women picked them up and they were taken to safety.
“Where the hell is Del Fuego?” General Ford asked, as they watched a large screen of the battle.
“It’s on its way sir.” one of the men working with Del Fuego replied.
Del Fuego entered the burning New York City. It flew over Chekordai and Armadon. Chekordai had her talons dug into Armadon, blood spraying upon the metal streets below. Armadon sent out a wave of psychic energy, blasting Chekordai back. Armadon fell back as well. Chekordai flew down, digging her talons into Armadon, then took off with him.
Phil and Pierre gasped as a shadow overtook the area, followed by massive heat. They looked out to see Chekordai carrying Armadon. The hovercraft stopped as it began to melt from the heat. Phil and Pierre got out. They saw Chekordai drop Armadon as she reached the Empire State Building. He crashed down through the building, roaring out as he broke down through the sharp metal. He finally hit the bottom, dust and debris flying across the city. Chekordai began flapping her wings, sending small fireballs down onto him. Armadon cried out, unable to get up, because the air was blasted out of him.
Phil and Pierre were running down the streets when suddenly they came face to face with Armadon. He groaned lowly, small flames rising from parts of his body where he had been hit by fireballs. He lay there, too weak to move. Phil and Pierre backed away slowly against a wall and slid down so they were sitting. They watched Armadon as he slowly shut his eyes. They both fell asleep as well, they were tired, thirsty, and hungry. They fell asleep slowly.
Jagarah made it to the edge of Nevada, not stopping to rest or for anything else. He was then in California, but still had a ways to go.
Kenkorai was in the North Atlantic and continued moving. He hissed as his head rose out for air, then dunked back down, moving at high speed.
Armadon awoke the following morning growling lowly and flipping back onto all fours. Phil and Pierre woke up and ran off as Armadon turned and moved down another street. They came across a restaurant. They went inside and fed themselves and got drinks.
Hundreds of jets were moving into the city, followed by ships in the sea, laser cannons and tanks on the land. They all went to Central Park, where Armadon had gone. They all opened fire. Explosions shot up everywhere. Armadon cried out as he was hit. Missiles launched from the ships on sea. As they fired, Kenkorai arose from the water, hissing viciously. He sprayed his acid onto one ship and caused it to sink. He then moved over the water and onto land, back into the city after Armadon.
Armadon roared out as lasers and missiles hit his form. Suddenly it all ceased. Kenkorai slithered over some artillery and leapt at Armadon. Armadon put his hand out and Kenkorai bit on. Armadon stood up onto his hind legs. Kenkorai refused to let go. Armadon shook his arm side to side until Kenkorai finally ripped through the flesh and went flying into a building. A blue light flashed from Armadon’s eyes and explosions began shooting up all around the park. Kenkorai sprayed his acid at Armadon, but just in time Armadon got down and rolled into a ball. The shell was burned a bit, but he used his psychic power to launch himself off the ground. He crashed onto Kenkorai. Kenkorai cried out, and Armadon unrolled himself and got onto all fours. Armadon looked down onto the creature and grabbed onto the horns on the back of his head. Kenkorai let out a threatening hiss as Armadon began slamming his head into the ground.
“How is Armadon still alive.” Ford wondered aloud. A scientist for the military stood up.
“The only thing we could come up with, is that it’s not Armadon, it’s his son. The first Armadon was burned alive, and it’s not possible for that to be the same creature. However, the young one could’ve used its psychic power to keep itself from growing too old or something of that sort, and now its returned.” the scientist explained.
Armadon threw Kenkorai into the flames after repeatedly beating his head against the ground. He then turned and moved through the fire and into the harbor, where he sunk down to rest and heal his wounds. Kenkorai slithered out of the flames, burned and injured. He stopped when he got to a more open area and rested there.
Jagarah reached San Francisco. He roared as he moved into the water and soon submerged, heading south for Panama. He swam past Mexico. When he made it to Panama. He moved through it quickly, then back into the water, to New York City.
Armadon lay at the bottom of the water for about a week. He soon emerged from the water again. The city was still in ruins. He moved onto land, when suddenly the water behind him exploded upwards. Jagarah arose, roaring in challenge to Armadon.
The Battle Moves On
Okasa and Armadon sunk down through the water, blood moving to the surface from Armadon. They crashed onto the bottom. Okasa ripped his blade out, Armadon wailed in pain, bubbles shooting from his mouth. Armadon tripped Okasa with his tail and got back onto all fours, his psychic energy healing the wound. He roared out more bubbles as Okasa got to his feet. Armadon leapt up biting onto Okasa’s exposed neck, sinking his fangs in. He then shot for the surface and rose up in the harbor. He pulled Okasa onto land and began dragging him back into the city. Oily liquid sprayed out as the neck tore open. Armadon took his mouth off, the liquid spilling onto the streets. Armadon brought down two clawed fingers into Okasa’s helmet. The claws tore through the eyes and down deep. Okasa roared as he was blinded and liquid sprayed out all over Armadon. He pulled his fingers out and backed away. Okasa dropped his sword from the extreme pain and got to his feet, pulling his helmet off and throwing it into a flaming building. Okasa roared loudly into the sky as the liquid spilled out onto the metal streets below. Armadon’s psychic vortex collided into Okasa, the oil like liquid sprayed out of his mouth as he fell back into the fires of the burning city. He roared out in pain as the fire burned at his face. Armadon moved behind a building and pushed it onto Okasa.
Kenkorai was moving further into Ireland, when suddenly he had a strong feeling, making him turn back and go back into the ocean. He then began moving through the water towards New York City.
Jagarah entered a large desert in Nevada and began moving for the ocean. Jets flew overhead dropping missiles onto him and then began firing their lasers. Jagarah roared as he was surrounded in explosions. He turned his head and fired off lightning bolts, striking the jets. They shot out sparks and flames and crashed into the sandy surface.
Armadon watched as the flames rose up higher around Okasa. He lay there groaning, the heat was so intense, that because of his armor, he began dying. Armadon was suddenly bombarded by fireballs. Chekordai flew in and over Armadon. A massive heat wave hit Armadon, melting the metal streets and buildings around him.
Phil and Pierre saw the military moving in. Tanks, lasers, guns, they were all going to attack. A few military men and women picked them up and they were taken to safety.
“Where the hell is Del Fuego?” General Ford asked, as they watched a large screen of the battle.
“It’s on its way sir.” one of the men working with Del Fuego replied.
Del Fuego entered the burning New York City. It flew over Chekordai and Armadon. Chekordai had her talons dug into Armadon, blood spraying upon the metal streets below. Armadon sent out a wave of psychic energy, blasting Chekordai back. Armadon fell back as well. Chekordai flew down, digging her talons into Armadon, then took off with him.
Phil and Pierre gasped as a shadow overtook the area, followed by massive heat. They looked out to see Chekordai carrying Armadon. The hovercraft stopped as it began to melt from the heat. Phil and Pierre got out. They saw Chekordai drop Armadon as she reached the Empire State Building. He crashed down through the building, roaring out as he broke down through the sharp metal. He finally hit the bottom, dust and debris flying across the city. Chekordai began flapping her wings, sending small fireballs down onto him. Armadon cried out, unable to get up, because the air was blasted out of him.
Phil and Pierre were running down the streets when suddenly they came face to face with Armadon. He groaned lowly, small flames rising from parts of his body where he had been hit by fireballs. He lay there, too weak to move. Phil and Pierre backed away slowly against a wall and slid down so they were sitting. They watched Armadon as he slowly shut his eyes. They both fell asleep as well, they were tired, thirsty, and hungry. They fell asleep slowly.
Jagarah made it to the edge of Nevada, not stopping to rest or for anything else. He was then in California, but still had a ways to go.
Kenkorai was in the North Atlantic and continued moving. He hissed as his head rose out for air, then dunked back down, moving at high speed.
Armadon awoke the following morning growling lowly and flipping back onto all fours. Phil and Pierre woke up and ran off as Armadon turned and moved down another street. They came across a restaurant. They went inside and fed themselves and got drinks.
Hundreds of jets were moving into the city, followed by ships in the sea, laser cannons and tanks on the land. They all went to Central Park, where Armadon had gone. They all opened fire. Explosions shot up everywhere. Armadon cried out as he was hit. Missiles launched from the ships on sea. As they fired, Kenkorai arose from the water, hissing viciously. He sprayed his acid onto one ship and caused it to sink. He then moved over the water and onto land, back into the city after Armadon.
Armadon roared out as lasers and missiles hit his form. Suddenly it all ceased. Kenkorai slithered over some artillery and leapt at Armadon. Armadon put his hand out and Kenkorai bit on. Armadon stood up onto his hind legs. Kenkorai refused to let go. Armadon shook his arm side to side until Kenkorai finally ripped through the flesh and went flying into a building. A blue light flashed from Armadon’s eyes and explosions began shooting up all around the park. Kenkorai sprayed his acid at Armadon, but just in time Armadon got down and rolled into a ball. The shell was burned a bit, but he used his psychic power to launch himself off the ground. He crashed onto Kenkorai. Kenkorai cried out, and Armadon unrolled himself and got onto all fours. Armadon looked down onto the creature and grabbed onto the horns on the back of his head. Kenkorai let out a threatening hiss as Armadon began slamming his head into the ground.
“How is Armadon still alive.” Ford wondered aloud. A scientist for the military stood up.
“The only thing we could come up with, is that it’s not Armadon, it’s his son. The first Armadon was burned alive, and it’s not possible for that to be the same creature. However, the young one could’ve used its psychic power to keep itself from growing too old or something of that sort, and now its returned.” the scientist explained.
Armadon threw Kenkorai into the flames after repeatedly beating his head against the ground. He then turned and moved through the fire and into the harbor, where he sunk down to rest and heal his wounds. Kenkorai slithered out of the flames, burned and injured. He stopped when he got to a more open area and rested there.
Jagarah reached San Francisco. He roared as he moved into the water and soon submerged, heading south for Panama. He swam past Mexico. When he made it to Panama. He moved through it quickly, then back into the water, to New York City.
Armadon lay at the bottom of the water for about a week. He soon emerged from the water again. The city was still in ruins. He moved onto land, when suddenly the water behind him exploded upwards. Jagarah arose, roaring in challenge to Armadon.