Mirren vs. Kedisar- Duel within the mine

ooc: Okay, time we finally fought Kedisar. I'll be using the original Mirren, perhaps this will be his true final fight in the BA. Maybe so, maybe not. Probably not, but nonetheless I'm ready to finally have this battle with you, the one I've kinda held off on for weeks...

Anyways...if you want Mirren's profile this is it-

Link's little brother
Mirren
age:12 (now that I wrote about his birthday in my Zelda fic!!)
Eye color: Hazel
Hair: dirty blonde, similar to Link's style
Height: 5 foot
Weight: Less than 100 pounds Probably like me, 84 pounds.
Size: Small, short. Also thin.
Attire: For his normal clothes, he wears a green turtleneck, brown adventuring pants, and brown boots, but sometimes a red turtleneck with gold fabric on the collar and ends of the sleeves given to him by Zelda. He also has special armor given to him by the Sages which is light as a feather, but as tough as iron ore. It consists of a red cape, indigo steel body armor, golden shoulder pads, steel elbow and knee pads, and chainmail gauntlets and pants. Mirren will also sometimes wear a long white robe that has a hood. He wears this on the very cold days to keep his body warm, or in the rain too. It is very baggy, and has many loose parts that are flabby and flail in the wind when it blows. The robe isn't very thick either, not made from very heavy material, but lighter kind, like a very soft tarp almost.

Weapons: Longbow, but gives it up when he puts his armor on. Broadsword, for most of the first story, he uses this, but towards the end he recieves the Goddesses' Sword from the Goddesses. It has a platinum-like blade, and a bronze hilt. But if Mirren gets enraged enough, his sword will get a power boost. The hilt will become gold, and the blade will shine like a diamond, then be surrounded with lightning.

Magic:He has three magical crystals called the Ice, Fire, and Thunder Diamonds. The Fire Diamond shoots a blast of fire hot enough to melt rocks, the Ice Diamond shoots a beam of ice cold enough to freeze fire, and the Thunder Diamond shhots a thunderbolt powerful enough to destroy huge boulders and if charged up enough entire mountains. He can also play a special melody on his redwood ocarina to call upon his great golden dragon Goldenfire. Along with that, he can shoot energy beams from his blade. And finally he has the Triforce of Justice, the upside down piece in the Triforce. It is a combination of the other three regular ones, and is stronger. It gives him incredible power like no other, although he can only use it when he becomes enraged.

Family/Best Friends: Link (older brother) Zelda (his crush) Both adult, age 21, but Zelda turns 22 in the epilogue. Goldenfire (a golden dragon that has been hsi companion for years, but is killed in the second fic. He comes back though in the third story) Three Goddesses; Din, Nayru, Farore. Malon (romantic advicer in a way)

Quick Bio: Mirren is a good hearted boy. He likes to live life to the fullest, and is a bundle of energy. He may be a very small kid, but his heart is bigger than Hyrule himself, and he'll always lunge into a fight no matter what the odds. While he is at the ahe will he'll soon be a teenager, he looks, feels and acts like he's 11. But even with his younger personality, his maturity and behavior is just as great as Link's. He loves all of his friends, and is a very close little brother to Link. He lives at Hyrule Castle with Impa, Zelda, Link, Mardera (a Gerudo female) Taursus (a great minotaur) and Nepsana (a teenaged Hylian girl he met in the Lost Woods). He is very fast, and also agile. This is mainly because of his lightness and small size. One thing that breaks him down, is the fact he is afraid to fight women, and is terrified of ever serverly hurting them. His crush on Zelda is often his embarrassment and cause of blushing around the Goddesses' and few friends who know, but Zelda has a special liking for Mirren, and treats him almost as great as Link, her true love.

Stats
Player:Mirren
Character: Mirren *normal form*
Overall Rank: IV
Strength: I
Speed: IV
Magic: IV
Skill: V

Stats
Player: Mirren
Character: Mirren *with the Triforce of Justice*
Overall Rank: V
Strength: II
Speed: V
Magic: V
Skill: V

Stats *In his ultimate power from the Triforce of Justice*
No real answer. His powers are imaginable, the strength of a god at times. There is no real limit to them.

I'll start off the fight, here we go my rather always glum friend! :p

ic: The air was rather cool on this day, like that of a day deep within autumn. The sky was overcast, covered with clouds, but luckily none showed any imminate signs of thunder, lightning or rain. The animals today were not always out and about as they normally were, instead most stayed in their shelters and rested on this knippy, bitter, freezing day. Many of the people living in Terlon Forest also stayed inside on this cold morning; except for one.

Something strode slolwy down the grey cobblestone path within the woods. It did not seem to be a giant of any sort, nor nothing of a complete midget. It was still rather smaller though, and walked along silently as the chilly breeze blew passed him. Picking up golden and dark red leaves as it came by, and sending lose brambles and shrubs soaring away. The being's dirty blonde hair swayed to the left, along with the looser, baggier parts of his white robe. Once the breeze passed, he suddenly stopped, and put his hood up. Now his head was a lot warmer, and the person continued on.

This was Mirren, the little brother of the Hero of Time; Link. He was twelve years old, and stood at an exact height of five foot. Many times in his youthful life had the child been a hero alongside his friends battling against wicked behemoths and other monsters. He lived at Hyrule Castle with Link, Zelda and all of his other friends, but every once in a while spent a day or so traveling around the land. Today was one of those days, and he slightly regretted it on such a freezing day. As he walked, he saw up ahead a small cave indented into a small hill. Right now his legs were tired, and his body *which was very skrawney and had barely any body fat on it* was almost numb from the winter-like cold. He smiled actually, and gave a sigh of relief as a white spray of his breath fluttered out of his mouth. He went over to the cave, and upon stepping in, noticed it more than a cave.

He peeked in, and noticed a path leading deeper inside to a cavern. He slowly and cautiously moved in deeper, and within a minute or two, found himself in some old mine-type place. It was rather hot inside, and it seemed like the dark yellow, ginger light that illuminated the place seemed to be from the heat of lava. There were a few sepia colored stone pillars about the place, erected over the years by nature itself. It was entirely rocky inside, and from soem parst in the walls and cieling water dripped through the cracks taht were below an underwater stream. He looked around curiously, but then suddenly heard something slide across the dirt. In flash he spun around, and once he looked towards the figure in front of him, he had his hazel eyes hardened and both hands tightly clasped about the bronze hilt of the Goddesses' Sword.

"Who are you......?" he asked in a barely audiable tone.

"Niemand..."*

Two burning circles darted from the dismal shadows, illuminating strands of wiry golden hair and a pale, withered nose and sunken cheeks. Two distinctive clicks rung out through the resonating cave. Then again. And again.

"Bah," a low voice said angrily. "Et's ya looky day, kind. I'n oot of bullets."

He slunk from his shadowy corner of the cave into the light of the molten slag; with giant iron boots stomping deep into the rocky earth. He stood short; only five feet and five inches, not much over Mirren's height. His body was wrapped in a broken black leather straitjacket painted with a clay-like red smeared on with fingers. The man's hair dangled over his glowing eyes, which were slowly losing their luminous potency. In his withered hands, he held two black tiny revolvers; both of their barrel-chambers were popped out containing no bullets.

Mirren backstepped once and gripped the handle of his sword tighter, ready to swing it out. "I asked you who you were," he muttered anxiously.

"Und I repliet. Neimand. Noobody. Yah vant to know 'hat they call me, thoo? Feuergeist, Aschemann von Hoellenfeuer, ah yest Felix Weiss. Take yir pick, kind. I'm cammin' fah ya!"

Felix quickly drew his hand behind his back. The ring of metal against metal cried out as he pulled his sword from the scabbard slung over his back. He held it before him; it was a long blade crafted of obsidian-black metal. The hilt was in the shape of a Holy Cross, and made from beautifully etched platinum.

"Es't tha Toetenkraft, kind. Means 'death strength' in yah tongue. I keeps it in ah scabbard ah made from human skeen! Yah got nice skin, kind. I might make glooves atta yah back."

"Oh jeez..." Mirren gulped, and drew his Goddesses' Sword as fast as he could. How powerful was this guy? Who was he really, and what was he doing in this lonely cave? Now wasn't the time to think about trivial stuff like that, though. It was time to act.

Felix combed his hair from over his face, revealing his cold, red eyes. They began to burn again, and soon glared with the brilliant light of Hellfire. He laughed; and a wisp of gray smoke escaped from his lips.

"Oof vit' ya hands, kind."

He then rushed Mirren, gripping the Toetenkraft's silver handle with both of his hands.



*"Nobody."

Mirren 's hazel eyes locked onto his rather odd, unorthadox adversary. So far he had proven to be a strong warrior, even if the fight had really just started. In fact, he proved nothing, just some words in his native tongue and a few slick motions. But Mirren sensed it. The boy could feel it within his heart and mind. This was no ordinary man. He was not just another warrior with cool actions and perhaps a funny accent. He wasn't just some shorter german man with a deadly blade...he was much much more...

Felix came at the child, and with a yell of adrenaline, sent a powerful jumping slash at Mirren. Watching him with his young eyes, the boy simply raised up the Goddesses' Sword as he clenched the bronze hilt with both smaller hands of his. The blades clashed against each other, creating a petit explosion of sparks and creating a clanging sound of metal upon metal that echoed about the mine and out into the forest above. Felix landed on both feet, and stood motionless as Mirren did the same. The two stood with their weapons together, and the clashing sound lingering all about them. Their eyes met, staring into each other with different emotions. Felix smirked, while Mirren slightly clenched his teeth.

"Netter Aufgabenjunge, Sie haben einige schnellen Bewegungen dort..." the German man spoke. The boy's lips slowly moved back to their normal position, and no longer did his face show a fierce expression. Instead, he looked a bit befuddled, and slightly he cocked one of his eyebrows.

"Uhhh...bwuh?" he muttered. Felix threw his head back and laughed. His chorttle began to reverberate all about the cavern as Mirren still gazed at him shocked. Soon though, his guffaw diminished, and looked back at the child with a smirk.

"Nice job boy, you'v gott some quick motions there" he replied. In a flash then, his foot suddenly snapped up, along with his entire leg. In an amazing display of agility of and body skills, his leg nearly went straight up as his heel caught Mirren directly on the chin. With a loud grunt of pain and wincing, Mirren staggered backwards. Within a few seconds, he collapsed to his knees, groaning and clutching his throbbing chin. Felix chuckled, and planted his feet as his grip about the hilt of his weapon tightened. He rushed at the downed child, laughing the whole way as he prepared to slice him him half.

Coming at him though, the boy managed to spot him with the slightest glance of one of his hazel eyes, and within a few split seconds his adrenaline rushed. Felix was now not even two feet from him, and just as he got ready to attack, Mirren suddenly began to get up at an amazing speed. On the way through, his shoulder caught onto Felix's stomach, and with incredible force threw him into the air and over him. With a slight scream, the german warrior flipped compeltely in the air, and then came down hard onto the stone ground. His back smashed on it, and he bellowed out in pain from the massive, throbbing agony.

A few feet away, Mirren staggered a bit after literally tossing his adversary over him. Even with his scrawney body, he managed to perform that perfectly, and quickly he regained his composure. Looking back at Felix. His face lit up.

"Dang I've always wanted to do that!" he exclaimed.

ic: Please forgive me if that German was a bit meh ^^

"Ah, zie foond mein weekness... I'n naht that heavy."

He grinned, exposing his grey teeth; he held the back of his head and rubbed it through his long blonde wires. Felix brought himself to his feet and balanced his wiry leatherbound body in his iron-plated boots. "Like Ih zaid, zie got some fast moves! Ha'd yest a little kind like you get sheiss like that? Yah move like ah snake, kind."

Mirren couldn't help but bear a grin. "Yeah... thanks," he murmured lowly as he readied his sword again.

"But I..." Felix began, raising Toetenkraft parellel to his head "... I have de moves fo an eagle."

A puff of murky smoke streamed from his nostrils, clouding in the still air of the cave. He opened his mouth again, and a ball of acrid, wisping smog flowed from it.

'Why in the world is he breathing smoke...?' Mirren thought, handling his sword's grip with sweaty, anxious palms. Felix's thin body was quickly disappearing into a fogbreak of dreary smoke.

"Ah light... in the black..." Felix's deep voice cut through the smoke. A shining light suddenly pierced the fog and then...

A roar of blazing inferno shot out in a jet, much in the manner of an ancient flamethrower. Mirren jumped backwards, but soon found himself with his back against the wall and a jet of fire inching closer to his body.

"Ah! Sie vill untergehen!"

Felix's body rushed through through the smoke, spewing liquid flames from his mouth. As he tore through the fire, his body was unscathed by it's raging licks of flame. He leapt from the ground with his sword pointed straight forward, ready to impale the young warrior and pin him to the wall.

Mirren guarded his face from the flames, but barely made out the shadow of the pouncing Felix. He quickly pushed his body out of the way at the last minute, and the Toetenkraft slammed into the rocks with a sparking glaze. It stuck in almost all the way up to the hilt.

"Ah, fahkin' sheiss!" Felix screamed. He spun around and slammed his hand downward, just in time to catch Mirren's silvery sword in a metal rivet in his sleeve. The man swung his foot to the side and swept the Goddesses' Sword out of the way with his ironclad boot.

"Kind, if yah think I need a veapon, yah'r roong! Dahn't verry, tha' Toetenkraft vil' be in mah handen zoon enaf!"

As he spoke, little puffs of distorting heat waved from his mouth. His eyes still glowed with the same burning fire of Hell. “Cam on, Vunderkind, show me yah Kraft.”

Mirren's hazel eyes were hardened as he gazed at the german warrior who continually has smoke and smog emitting from his mouth when he breathed. So far he had showed decent swordsmanship, great agility, and amazing magical powers. What would come next from this unorthadox warrior? That really didn't matter to the boy though at the moment, as instead within those few seconds he pondered over how this guy wanted to fight with his bare hands against Mirren who was currently wielding the Goddesses' Sword. How strong was this guy? Could he really still batter Mirren while the child had a magnificent weapon, or was he just plain crazy? Nevertheless, Mirren's thoughts rushed about within his mind, and he knew he needed to make a choice. He would be taking a big risk at merely fighting fairly with his physcial combat skills against Felix, but fighting with a weapon while his opponent was against the warrior ways, and the child had no intention of breaking those.

With a swift motion of his left arm, he let go of his grasp about the hilt of his weapon, and the sword flew over to a stone pillar, eventually striking into it and getting stuck. With that, he then grabbed the top of his hood, and with one swift motion threw it off. Mirren continued his slight glare, and planted his feet as he balled up his fists and got in a battle stance.

"I shall not fight you with my blade while you hold no weapon. It is not virtuous, and against my morals. While you don't wield your sword, I will fight you hand-to-hand..." the child explained. Felix's eyes slightly widened, though with cheerful surprise. He smirked.

"Foine, zat shall be dune..." he replied, and with that suddenly leapt at Mirren with a shout of fury. Balling up one fist, he sent it flying at the boy, who managed to see it coming and jumped backwards to perfectly avoid it. The very second his feet and Felix's touched the stone ground, the german warrior again hopped at Mirren, and again sent a powerful punch at the child. This time though, Mirren merely cocked his head sideways, and allowed Felix's fist to soar straight past his face. Taking both hands, he clasped them onto his adversary's arm, and screamed as the adrenaline in his body pumped. And swung his opponent to the side- though ended up in failure. Hard as he tried, Mirren could not get the correct amount of strength or power to do so.

Felix stood firm, holding his body back as he stopped Mirren's throw. Instead, with one swift movement, he managed to throw the boy away only using his arm. Mirren smashed hard onto the ground, and rocks and dirt flew up from his impact. With the boy wincing and groaning in pain, the german man took advantage, and jumping up into the air balled up another fist. He pulled it back, preparing to dig it into Mirren's chest as he came down. Luckily for the child though, he was able to see Felix coming down in those few seconds, and just as he was about to be struck rolled away. His opponent's fist hit the ground, and Felix landed crouching as his clenched his teeth a bit from the pain. Mirren stood up now, staggering a bit, though eventually in the long-run regaining his composure.

Felix suddenly leapt at him though, trying once again to land a punch. As always though, Mirren somehow evaded it this time, running to the side and actually running several steps on the wall. The german man ran at him, in hot pursuit to beat him to a bloody pulp. Mirren sensed this though, and picking up speed ran over to one of the stone pillars. Felix too increased his velocity, quickly catching up to the boy. As Mirren came at the pillar though, he slammed his hands onto the ground and keeping them onto the ground flipped the his body foreward. His feet hit the pillar, and he waited one full seconds until Felxi would be in range. With that the boy kicked backwards with his feet, falling back to his normal position though jumping backwards straight at his adversary. On the way he stuck his elbow out, and it struck Felix square in the face. With a loud grunt of pain, he collasped backwards, clutching his throbbing face as his groans and grunts of pain were muffled. Mirren landed perfectly on both feet, and got in his battle stance ready to continue this physical brawl.

"Nein!"

Felix's body jerked unnaturally, and he threw his head in the air. An infernal roar of flame bellowed from his mouth as he screamed.

"Sie... sie... ich wille Fluch sie! ... Untergehen in das FLAMMEN!

He lowered his head, and his hair seemed to flow from his scalp like golden snakes. It seemingly lengthened, and paled to gray. Felix's eyes blazed over with fire.

"Spiel nicht mit der Feuer," he grumbled; his voice distorted more and more every second. "Spiel nicht mit mir..."

Felix's skin cracked and paled to ash gray. It began to dissolve and powder, flaking off but remaining suspended in the air. His body spread and became nothing but floating ash; nearly formless, but still retaining the shape of a human. His burning eyes were the only trait that remained of his former self.

The ash cloud swarmed over to where the Goddesess' Sword was lodged, and pulled it out of the wall with ease. He threw it at Mirren, then wafted again to where the Toetenkraft was. Felix easily jarred it from it's rocky hold and weilded it in two gray, amorphous hands.

"Naugh..." Felix said; in a garbled, low voice. "Yeh ah going zu fight mich... and yeh ah going zu lose."

Mirren's eyes widened as the man-shaped form of ash glided through the air as if not hindered by friction. The Toetencraft came down swift upon Mirren's sword, and almost instantly spun around again to stab at Mirren's chest. He dodged, and swiped at the ash with his blade; it did nothing but glide through. He looked up at Felix's head...

The eyes pierced into his mind and burned his brain. Before he realized what was happening, the black blade of disaster swung through the air and chopped at his arm. He raised his sword, but he only could glance the blade. It cut into his arm deep and coated the blade in his blood.

Felix pulled his sword back up to his body and pulled it into the swarming ashes. The blood left the blade and diffused into the cloud.

The eyes glowed brighter.

Mirren stood wincing slightly as one of his hands covered over the wound he had just received. The blade that Felix held had broke right through the boy's green turtleneck, and staright into the skin. Already a few drops of blood had managed to flow out fo the spaces between his fingers, and then cascade on the stone ground. Slowly he removed his hand, revealing a small bloody gash and stained part on his right sleeve. His eyes lit up with fury, and he clenched his teeth.

"Bad idea bubbah..." Mirren sneered, and with that shouted out in anger and jumped at his cloud-like adversary. Sending a powerful swipe of the Goddesses' Sword, Felix managed to parry it with his own blade. Again that ringing sound of clashing metal lingered about the cavern, though this Mirren continued his assault in a bit of a savage manner.

Pulling back his weapon, the child performed a vertical slash, though once again his enemy managed to block it. This time an explosion of sparks came from the fray, though died out as Mirren once again attempted another attack. This time he lifted his weapon into the air, and brought it down to try a vertical slash. The platinum-like blade of the Goddesses' Sword cut clear through the air, and got closer and closer to what might've been teh head part of Felix...

Though when it struck him, all it did was slice through the ashes and leave a line- which quickly reformed with more ashes. Mirren's eyes widened when he beheld that. A perfect blow had been landed- but did nothing whatsoever. Quickly regaining his composure, the boy screamed in fury, and rushed at his opponent. He sent a slash, and then another vertical slash, and then a cut, and then a swipe, and every other trick in the book at the cloud of ashes. Though every time his sword connected, all it did was create a line in the ashes, which was filled with more in seconds...

Suddenly the hilt of Felix's sword seem to fly out of no where to Mirren, in a flash it struck him on the upper sternum region and sent him flying backwards as he winced and grunted it pain. His back smashed onto the stone ground, and a slight cloud of dust erupted from his impact. Once all settled, he lay groaning in pain, his chest throbbing. He breathed hard, and once he managed to sit up began to slightly beat his chest to try and get some air back in him. Slowly it came back, though once it did he managed to notice Felix flying at him prepared to attack. It seemed like time froze as the boy watched the floating cloud of ashes get closer to him, and within mere split seconds he needed to think of a plan...

And he got one. Narrowing his eyes, the boy reached into one pocket, and as Felxi came at him, he pulled out the Ice Diamond and fired off a beam of ice at point-blank range. It struck the cloud of ashes perfectly, and the second it did Felix stopped dead in his tracks. Quickly, the ice spread, covering him in it. Within seconds, the entire cloud froze over, and once the blast finished, the block of ice once Felix fell to the ground with a loud thud. Mirren stood before it now, breathing heavily as he gazed down at the large frozen Felix. Slipping away the Ice Diamond, he readied his sword as slowly it began to melt.

ooc: Ack! What a terrible post! Sorry bud...

The ice began to to glow from the center; sending refracting beams of light across its crystalline structure. It melted and soon the swirling vortex of trey silt ascended and coalesced back into the vague shape of a spry, insane German.

He laughed, reaching its amorphous ashen hand into his maw, tearing a pulsing stone of lava from its depths.

"This.... es ist mein Hoellenherz... ein Feuerstein voen das schwarzes Loch," Felix clenched the burning stone, and it glowed with brilliant light before dissolving and flowing into his palm, back into the void of his chest. "Und only I can retrieve et from mein cursed soul, manifesting its death and damnation in your mortal plane. Dare use EIS against FEUER? Bah... sie sind nur ein Kind..."

He raised his sword high and charged the boy, who had readied his sword to defend. Mirren knew attacking Felix wouldn't do anything... but he had to fight anyway, and figure something out.

Felix stopped, and his ashes blackened; they then consolidated and reformed back into his original, organic form with a quick and hazy transition. "Nah... sie sind nur ein Kind... like I said. Kamm on, Kind. I'm giving you a second chance."

He threw his sword to the ground and rushed Mirren, swiping at the boy with his hands and completely ignoring Mirren's blade. Mirren slashed through the air, but Felix thrust his palm forward and grabbed the blade's sharp edges with both hands. Steams of black blood squirted from his wounds and oozed down the blade.

"Ah was just kiddin' aboot goin' easy on you, Kind," he sneered, and slammed up with his iron boot; his mercurial kick jarred the sword from Mirren's grip and sent it flying. Before Mirren could react, Felix's wrought hands were around his mouth. A taste of putrid blood passed between his lips, and then...

The whole room began to shake and a phantasmagoria shattered his reality. Everything shined with an awful, demonic light; and the shadows were set in high contrast, becoming black holes of despair and pain.

Felix moved like in slow motion; he was a choppy blur of a man. A stuttering kick sliced through the air and caught Mirren in the neck. The boy flung into the stone wall of the cave. His head smashed against the rock, and a trail of red blood flowed from his scalp and coagulated in his hair.

ooc: excuse me for the lame post, heh.

Felix stood smirking. His adversary, Mirren, lay a couple meters from him seemingly dead or unconscious. His once dirty blonde hair was like crimson from the somewhat dryer, jelly-like blood. The small assault he had just given him was surely something that could've killed a normal boy his age. His bare hands clasped about the child's throat, crushing it as his breath diminished quickly. Such terrible force dealt upon him, that blood actually dripped from his mouth rolled down his chin, and then cascaded on the stone floor. Then a kick sent straight into the boy's neck, with such force it sent him crashing into the wall, and spliting his cranium clear open. By now, Mirren's throat should've been like a managled tree banch...

The german looked down at the motionless boy his smirk still on his face. If Mirren even was alive, there'd be no way for him to get up just yet. Turning around, he took a step forward, and then another, and then another and so on. He began to exit the mine, the thought of pleasure in such a victory. After actually a short brawl, he had defeated the little brother of the Hero of Time- with ease actually. The so called Hero of Hyrule had been beaten by his own raw power- but now the mood was about to change...

Suddenly, Felix heard a sound. It was that sound of pebbles and rocks moving, and like something scraping or rubbing against the floor. He stopped his advancement to the entrence of the cavern, and turned around. Where Mirren should've been lying, was nothing. His eyes widened, and he glanced all around, trying to find where the child had went...

"Vat in de..." he began to whisper to himself, before in a a second he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around, but not on his own power, and for a split second met face to face with an incensed Mirren...

In a flash the boy sent an incredible knife-edge chop upon Felix's chest, and for not even a second the side of his hand sliced across his adversary's sternum. Felix cried out in agony, and instantly had both hands clucthing his reddened, throbbing chest. Staggering backwards, he continued emitting loud grunts and yells of pain, all the while Mirren glared at him with ire eyes.

"Get your hands off your chest and fight back!" he screamed. Felix didn't listen, and continued hodling his sternum as he writhed in agony. Mirren suddenly smirked. "Fine, let me do it for you then..." As the german man took another step closer to the boy, Mirren took a breath, his phlegm gathering into one glob. With that he then spat a mess of blood and salvia into Felix's eyes, and the german warrior bellowed a cry of stinging pain as the combination of substances burned his pupils and cornias. He threw his hands onto his face, and flailed around as he writhed in pain even more.

Mirren oddly reached into his small knapsack on his belt then, and rummaged around in it using only one hand. After only a few seconds, he pulled out a bottle full or clear water, and uncorcked it.

"Here lemme wash that out for you..." the boy said, and with that extended the open bottle out at Felix's face in a quick motion. A good deal of the aqua splashed on the german man's face, and it seeped into between his fingers and into his eyes. Slowly it began to wash them out, and sooth that stinging pain. His cries of pain began to die away, and his flailing stopped. Mirren grinned. "Have some more..." he simply said, and with that threw another splash into Felix's eyes, but this time blinding him and adding a little more stininging pain to his eyes. Once again his hands were slapped onto his face, and incessantly he rubbed away at them to try and get his full sight back.

The child took advantage, and in a swift aray locked his arm about Felix's head, and fell down hodling onto him. The german man's head smashed right onto the stone ground, and the sickening thud of his skull cracking on such a hard floor reverberated in the mine and out into the forest. Mirren could hear something crack when that happened, actually two things it seemed- Felix's skull, and the ground. A mere groan came form his mouth, and letting go of his opponent's cranium, Mirren stood up. With Felix lying next to him groaning in pain, he beant over and poured some of the contents form his bottle onto his hair to wash away to blood. Quickly it did, and before him a puddle in the mixture of crimson blood and water formed. With the rest of the water, Mirren slugged it down, swallowing some and then spitting the rest out to clean his mouth.

Slipping it away, he looked down at Felix, who seemed to be slowly regaining his composure even if it felt like a Moblin had stepped on his head. Merely giving him a glare, the boy flew over to where the Goddesses' Sword lay, and clasped one hand about the hilt of it.

"Time to fight the real way..." he whispered gazing at its shining blade.


ooc: Now this is a good post!! ^_^

Ooc: Finally got a little break from school to write this short and lame post. >_>

“Yih little punk Kind!” Felix snarled, with lights growing in his eyes. “Yih defy der Hooly warrior fon Gott, und sie... sie dare spew yir reekin' filth in mein Augen? Was Kind ist this...” He unbuckled the thick straitjacket and threw the tattered hunk of oily leather to the dirt. The sternum of his chest was marred with thick, knotty, and blackened scarring.

“Ein Feuer brennt unter mein Brust.” He said, rearing his rigid body and forming his bony hands into brutal claws. Mirren poised himself for the unarmed man's attack. “Enough talk, get on with it!” He jeered. “It's obvious you don't need your great big sword.”

“As yih wish, kind. Nun, schlaft und nie mehr wach.”

The fire in his eyes amplified to the brightness of the sun, completely blocking out his body. Mirren shielded his eyes with his palm, and he knew fear still lived in his mind. The light then cut off, and a stentorian noise pierced into the child's ears. Mirren could neither see, nor hear, but he could feel the sting of a million particles of ash fly by him as if he was caught in a sandstorm. By the time he came to his senses, he felt the cold grip of Felix's hands around his neck.

“Die Sonne scheint aus mein AUGEN!” Felix roared with an impish smile across his face. With a loud wail tearing through his throat, he thrashed the boy against the floor and raised his foot high in the air ready to pulverize Mirren with his iron boot.

Mirren could barely think; so much pain coursed through his brain. Almost as a reflex, he threw his arm towards Felix and pierced the man's stomach with his mighty blade. Felix winced slightly in pain and a foam of black blood formed upon the golden sword.

“Deine Degen...” he said, in a tone that suggested annoyance, “Deine Degen ist nutzlos wiger mir!”* And with the last word, he slammed his massive boot against the boy's skull. Mirren screamed into the metal as it smashed into his nose, ripping its cartilage and cracking one of his cheekbones. Felix pulled his boot up again and pounded it into Mirren's chest, this time rending a top rib.

“Was kann sie do now, yih keine kind? Was kann sie do?”




*Your sword... your sword is useless against me!