Being used as a living pinball was never fun for Kenjin. Once, there had been a time when his body would heal regardless of what he wanted, and rejuvenate into a perfect shape. Now, his body was mangled, bruised, and Kenjin was fairly certain that his head was turned almost completely around. His spine was broken too, now that he thought about it. His mortal avatar was certainly about as flimsy as an average Hylian’s, if a bit more durable from the training he had undergone with it. “Oh this is not good,” he mumbled through shattered teeth. “And he’s coming for more…”

He reached out and, through the void of time and space, summoned the power of the Phoenix Tear’s shade. The immortal bird sang as it flew through the Core, healing the fractured body slowly, mending the bones and tissue into a perfectly working body again. Once completed, the mystic stood back up again and cracked his knuckles to make sure his body was working. The flame-lord was coming, sparks crackling from the embers that danced around him. They flickered at his coat, and the Supernova glowed softly. Blitz was holding back. The sole reason that Blitz hadn’t found him yet was because the mystic was suppressing his powers, negating his presence to practically nil. The flame-lord would sense the nearest cockroach before he sensed the clever mystic.

The sword Kenjin had been using for sport was gone, turned to only the finest ash that Blitz’s flames could provide. And Kenjin could no longer count on his old abilities over the elements to help him. Water was absent from the scene. Then, Kenjin remembered something quite useful, something that would be both fun and powerful. He silently thanked the Dark Eye for rekindling his interests in science. The mystic’s grin faded as his avatar vanished into thin air.

Blitz, who had been looking forward to fighting at his full potential, looked slightly disappointed at how the mystic he faced seemed perfectly comfortable with playing hide-and-seek with him. Again and again the flame-lord turned around, hoping that the flickering shadows of this nightmare world would lead him to his foe. “Come out!” shouted Blitz into the dark. “This isn’t like you, Kenjin! I know you love the sound of your own voice.”

“Quite right,” said something in front of him. Blitz had hardly the time to swing Supernova before the avatar was upon him. Using his arm gauntlet, Kenjin channeled the power of Light into his being, superheating the guard with a bright solar flare. No matter how powerful fire was, it could not match the power of a portable Sun. Kenjin flared up the bright light, then summoned the void of his Darkness to surround them. Blitz gaped in shock, his lungs ran dry around him, and his fire vanished abruptly.

“No matter where that wonderful fire of yours comes from, Blitz,” Kenjin murmured, “take away the oxygen, no more fire.” He brought up his right arm, grabbed Supernova’s blade, and smashed its blunt side into the chest of its owner before delivering a kick that sent Blitz reeling out of the void and into the nightmare once more, the mystic hot on his trail again.

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