[spoiler]Part 2/2[/spoiler] [b]Speed and Skill vs Strength and Ability, the two fought on for what seemed like centuries, parrying, countering, wounding, healing. They never tired, they never paused. Eventually, however... The Alpha''s blade slipped going down an inch further than he wished. The Omega, who had now fought him for an eternity in his eyes, saw the advantage, and took it. He slammed the blade, sending it flying out into the cracked Earth, and the lifeblood of the planet that now streamed the surface. With that, he stabbed the Earth, a rumbling coming from the planets core as the artifact was consumed. He proceeded to beat the Alpha, his Strength pummeling the shell of a man to a pulp. Knees, fists, elbows, feet, he used them all, breaking every bone and crushing every muscle and nerve the his friends body. Even then, the Alpha refused to die. Grabbing him by his now ruined chest plate, he threw him into the Hell Gate. Even then, the Alpha weakly grasped the sides, looking to his friend as his hands barley held either side of the frame. 'Please, Vrael, not this! D*MN YOU, NOT THIS!' The Omega merely looked at him, and said, '[i]For them, Cecil. For them.[/i]' and promptly kicked the Alpha in the chest, d*mning him to Hell. He walked back, overlooking the ruin of the planet, the seam of it's crust even now bulging, ready to split and explode, destroying his home. He retrieved his sword, turned, and focused all of his power into it, including the surge from banishing the Alpha. He slashed, cutting the Gate in half, and smiled grimly as all things ended, and the universe itself collapsed around him.[/b]" [i]His smile, still sad, turns to grim satisfaction as he stops, pointing the blade up into the air. It is now sharp, its imperfections burned away. His hand ceases to burn, and the blade dissolves into blue fire. He cleans up, then looks to the older man.[/i] "[b]Was that adequate, old soldier? I apologize if I make a poor story teller, but I appreciate your attention throughout.[/b]"