"Bury The Light Deep Within!
Cast Aside, There's No Coming Home!
We're Burning Chaos In The Wind;
Drifting In The Ocean All Alone!"
— Victor Borba, Bury The Light.
"Is that so?"
Drakkon scoffed, free hand retrieving the Dragon Dagger- Both weapons brought up to block that incoming downward strike.
"So vicious and cold blooded... Did I kill someone important to you, perhaps?"
He'd ask, pushing back against Dani with the intention of --
“You know what they say, too much pink power is dangerous.”
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"Tell me, what has your parents said about it?"
A fair question he already knows the answer to. He only brings it up to make the other realize for herself.
"Oh?"
The instant the blue energy appeared, Drakkon quickly reached into his cloak. Retrieving the Saber formally known as Saba, and using that weapon to cut through the fire blast- burning parts of his cloak as he passed through.
"You want my Power Coin? You'll have to pry --
"I wouldn't be so sure about that."
He'd interrupt, shaking his head.
"I'm speaking from my own experience. You, kid, have not reached anywhere near what I've done. So you still have a chance."
She didn’t advance again towards him but she was still in a hybrid defensive and offensive stance.
“Setting a few things right, I grow sick of the disorder, balance must be restored at all cost.”
"That's quite the conundrum, isn't it?"
He'd comment, arms moving to fold across his chest.
"Sometimes, it's far too late to make amends. No matter how badly you want it."
"This style... Where have I seen it before?"
He'd murmur to himself, arms raising to the side to catch the kick with his forearms. Scoffing, his leg raised to kick down at Dani, since she was seemingly wide open.
Annoying, but— He'll deal with it.
"You know who I am, so I'm sure you've already heard my story. I'm the one that stayed by Rita's side— And ruled with an iron fist."
Were it anyone else, she may have succeeded. But Drakkon was a paranoid man, and a formidable Warrior with decades of experience. His hands moved quickly, fingers outstretched to flatten out his hands. Redirecting those efforts to target his pressure points.
"Not bad."
Dani didn’t say another word, she simply lunged forward, hands and fingers formed points and aiming for Drakkon’s pressure points.
A successful hit would effectively shut down the use of his limbs.