FFR: The Phantom Challenge

[Litodude]

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Profile said girl when I last checked, which was yesterday. Besides, stretchy and Jurs can't be the only girls in the story.

I used to talk to him regularly and I often see him in the Video Chat. I'm PRETTY sure he's a guy.

stretchy and jurs aren't the only female mods. PurplePoise, ShastaTwist, ravenhexa,anananana...although VC mods, they're still mods.

http://www.flashflashrevolution.com/...ad.php?t=16625 full list

[GamerShadow]

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I used to talk to him regularly and I often see him in the Video Chat. I'm PRETTY sure he's a guy.

stretchy and jurs aren't the only female mods. PurplePoise, ShastaTwist, ravenhexa,anananana...although VC mods, they're still mods.

http://www.flashflashrevolution.com/...ad.php?t=16625 full list

Oh well, either way, Kagome is being a girl. =P

Thank you for the list though, that will come in handy. Although I don't see Xelius and Summerschool on there.

[rshadow8888]

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Oh well, either way, Kagome is being a girl. =P

Thank you for the list though, that will come in handy. Although I don't see Xelius and Summerschool on there.

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that would be why.

Epic story, cant wait for chapter 7.

btw, would not mind being engler's accomplice. hahaha

[Tibs]

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no girls on the intertubes etc

[GamerShadow]

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I'm sorry that this Chapter is not longer. I will continue to write through ten-o-clock tonight, and I will try to finish as much of Chapter 8 and 9 as possible. I predict that this chapter would have been about 8 Microsoft Word pages long, single spaced, had I not decided to split it up and release what I had. Yeah, and the following is 2 and 2/3 pages, single spaced.

Also, I tried a different type of ending for the chapter, tell me what you think of it, and the chapter in itself. Thank you guys for waiting so long for this chapter. =)
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Chapter 7:

“We meet again, Manticore.” replied Engler with a wicked smile. His voice was unusually deep; it could barely be heard by normal human ears. It aided in giving every word Engler spoke authority and power. It was almost as if his words could brainwash others into an uncontrollable panic.

Manti extended his claws to nearly full length while growling to illustrate to Engler he wasn’t going to be caught by surprise. “What are you doing here?” He interrogated with a voice that was almost as low and deep as his opponent’s.

Engler’s expression did not change. He was obviously not intimidated by anything, even though the ten foot Manticore stood at almost twice Engler’s height. “What do you think I’m doing here?” Engler mocked, not pausing in order to continue without interruption, “I am destroying this disgusting world. I don’t see how any of you could live in such a demented place that is tainted and corrupt to the core. So I am going to rid this world of the evil, forever.”

This gave Manti the impression that Engler had lost his mind. “What the hell are you talking about? Our world is a great place, and you know it as well as I do. Sure, there are problems, especially with some of the glitches in the game, but they always get fixed as soon as they are found out.”

At that point, Engler’s eyes darkened and became emotionally hard. He crossed his arms, and his biceps began to tense with anger. “Do you really think that, Manticore? Do you really think that all problems in this world are fixed? ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?” Engler roared his entire last sentence, and subconsciously let out a wave of force, which Manti had to push against in order to not be blown away.

Manti paused for a second, and was about to retort when Engler began to speak once again. His tone was much lighter in comparison to before, and his anger had seemed to cool down a bit, although he was far from happy at the moment. “I,” Engler started, “was a glitch. I am a glitch who the creators never talked about. In their eyes, I was a horrible monster, and they didn’t want to fix me. No. Instead, they transformed me into a challenge, a phantom challenge, and sent me to a place where nobody would ever think to look.”

Manti listened, and he subconsciously began to let his guard down, straightening himself upright without even realizing. His arms dropped back to their sides, and his muscles relaxed. His wings also folded back into their closed position, which gave the message that he wasn’t going to run. Engler, upon noticing these changes in posture, continued to talk.

“They sent me to nobody. I was sealed seemingly forever, until some fool came along, and forgot to write a name on one of his challenges. Now I am here, exacting my revenge on those who had sealed me away, and their pathetic little world.” His wicked smile grew, and he wore a refreshed look. “Come Manticore,” Engler taunted, “Now we fight!”

And with those words, his eyes shifted from Indigo to red, and a crimson aura began to emanate around his body. Both Manti and Engler charged at each other, ready to fight all out, and ready to kill.

Specforces took a quick look at the building, and formulated a battle plan. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” He decided, “We are going to split up into three different groups. Two of those groups are going to be trying to flush out the opposing army inside the base. One group will take the western half of the building, and the other is responsible for the eastern half. The rest of us will surround the building, and keep the rest of the noobs busy. Anything that gets flushed out from the building gets killed.”

Many of the soldiers were glancing at each other, musing at who would be sent into the building to force the noobs out. Everybody knew that the mission proposed by Specforces wasn’t going to be easy, and there was no guarantee that the idea would work. In spite of this, they all nodded at Spec with confidence; each soldier willing to risk their lives to liberate Chit Chat from the noob tyranny.

Specforces cleared his throat, and pointed at three individual soldiers. “Tokzic, Cbr, and GamerShadow will all be responsible for dealing with the western end of the base.” Tokzic and Cbr stared into one another’s shades, each feeling uncomfortable that the other was forced to be in the same group. GS had no problems with the partners he was assigned, and nodded with a grin. “I will get us under ranged fire once you two are ready to go. After that, it’s pretty much up to you to decide how we will get this done.” Although on edge, both Tokzic and Cbr nodded, and the three of them turned back to Specforces to signal that they were ready to be released on his command.

Without a moment’s pause, Spec continued, making sure to project his voice so that all could hear. “Tibs, Jewpin, and Guido will all tackle the eastern end of the building.”
“This should be fun.” Tibs commented as Jewpin and Guido made their way over to the front of the army.

“We’ll be done in five minutes, Spec,” Guido assured him as he powered up his mech suit, and shifted his laser pistol to it’s scorch setting; the bright red-orange color on the handle declaring that it was ready to go, “The Agency isn’t all that huge anyway.”

“Well then,” Spec replied, focusing both his body and mind on the mission ahead, “The rest of you, follow me!”

The perfect square began to advance in a circle around the building, with the occasional soldier stopping to assume their position in the developing circle. Their footsteps struck the ground in the exact same instant, and the beat that was resonating through the air was motivating and exceptionally powerful. No soldier ever stepped out of line; this was truly the perfect formation that had been drilled and beaten into their minds. At their most serious form, the TGB Army was unstoppable.

Within ten minutes, the circle had been completed. It surrounded the PYP Agency, acting as a living barrier. None would break in, and none would break out. This was where the noobs would die. Specforces signaled to the groups to begin their infiltration by blowing off an unsuspecting noob’s head with a well-aimed headshot from his shotgun. There was silence as the noob collapsed to the ground inside the building, and the bloody head fell from the window, thumping onto the ground as well as making a splattery red mess on the grass below. Specforces blew off the smoke from the barrels of his shotgun, and ****ed it, loading another two bullets into the barrels. He then gave the groups the thumbs up sign, and the invasion began.

Jewpin lead the eastern infiltration group towards a first-floor window. Guido, from the back of the group, was continuously firing off molten laser shots in order to keep the noob archers that stood on the top of the building busy. Tibs had transfigured his left arm into dragon form, and he raised it up so that it covered his forehead, manipulating it and using it as a shield of sorts. The group wasn’t under fire long, as Grandia had been creative and resourceful enough to create a bomb out of some leftover materials he had in his sack. He catapulted it with all his might to one of the archers, who was intelligent enough to respond with an arrow shot that split the bomb in two, causing it to go off with a bang. Although highly flawed and extremely weak, the bomb’s blast was still strong enough to knock out a few of the archers, and it even caused one of them to fall off the side of the building, crashing to the ground and almost melting into a puddle of blood, which was quickly absorbed by the grass and the soil nearby. The body lay there, limp and contorted in ways that would make queasy people lose their lunch.

The body lay there, limp and contorted in ways that would make queasy people lose their lunch. Manti couldn’t believe that he had come so close to becoming the person he was now eye-to-eye with. The dead person. Scratches, punctures, lacerations, every type of wound imaginable covered Manti from head to toe at this moment. His mane was ruffled, and in a few spots, was burned and knotted. Parts of his tail were severely bruised, displaying various shades of blue, green, and purple. His left arm was nearly limp, and it was caked with blood. Of course, Manti wasn’t going to give up. He would defeat Engler, his primeval instincts told him.

Phantom Engler hovered a few inches from the ground, slowly rising and falling slightly, almost like the tide. His arms were crossed, and his eyes still glowed with the menacing red color they had done almost twenty minutes ago. There were wounds on his body, but they paled in comparison to Manti’s, who had been on the receiving end of the struggle for far too long. The crimson aura still surged with an intense air surrounding it. Engler had just warmed up, and he wanted a challenge.

“Damn you, Engler,” Manti cursed has he struggled to get up, quivering from the strain that he was burdening his body with, “you will…” Engler smiled, “not… make it… out… alive.”

Laughter followed Manti’s barely articulated speech as he unfolded his arms, and beckoned for another round. “Come, Manticore,” Engler teased, “show me what you can do with those worthless powers of yours.” His grin was torture to watch. The beast began to struggle against its chains that imprisoned it, crying out in frustration. Engler simply began to laugh. He walked over, and spat on Manti, the acid mining through his flesh. Boom. One chain gone. Clang. Two. Creak. Three. Finally, Engler made his biggest mistake to date.

“So, Manticore,” Engler whispered in his ear, feeling filled to the brim with excitement, “Are you ready to give up? Accept the fact that you are just a stupid.” Kick. “helpless” Kick. “dog?”


Snap.


He was up in a second. The sheer force of the blow had sent him through the remains of three buildings. A humongous roar exploded out of his mouth as the sky shivered in consternation. Every noob in the area fled, trying to escape with their lives, before even that was destroyed. The ground began to give way, trying to reach the pits of hell, before hell itself came to it. Every creature in the FFR world felt it, and they knew. The DarkManticore had been unleashed.

[GamerShadow]

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Also: Chapter 8 comes whenever Chapter 8 comes. I am finding myself to be extremely pressured to write this story during the school weeks, and I can't write at my best if I am tired, and always busy. I realize that I cannot rush my work, otherwise my work will suck. I am sorry if this displeases some of you, but the story will be much better if I do not announce release dates.

[Crashfan3]

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Ooooh!!! Epic battle ahead!!!
Manti's gonna raise hell!!!

[DarkManticoreX2]

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Goes Super-sayin(sp?)

What now engler.

[rshadow8888]

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I love your work. Don't rush yourself with the next chapter though. Quality > Speed

[GamerShadow]

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I love your work. Don't rush yourself with the next chapter though. Quality > Speed

Absolutely. I am taking my sweet time, and waiting for inspiration to strike for this next Chapter.

[Engler]

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Goes Super-sayin(sp?)

What now engler.

OH NO.

[GamerShadow]

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I also added in Chapter titles to the first post, in case you forgot which chapter had what in it.

[SethSquall]

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Awesome.

[GamerShadow]

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Finished Chapter 8. Although I put more effort into this chapter than in any other chapter, I still think it came out bad. I have to edit these when I am finished. For now, here is Chapter 8. Comments, etc are appreciated.
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Chapter 8:

There was nothing left. Every building, every street, everything in the entire Brag Board nation had been destroyed, toppled, ruined. Dust and ash blanketed the ground, giving the Brag Board an empty feel. Signs of life were now scarce; whatever was still alive was rapidly descending into the abyss of hell. Everything was suffocating in the nightmarish dust cloud that hung over the Brag Board lands. In no way did the gentle winds aid the granting of life. If anything, it only further illustrated the emptiness of the fallen land. There was no sun. There was no moon, no stars, no light that shone through to give the land hope. There were a few tracks in the powdered dust that led to the occasional corpse. The scenery was truly desolate and hopeless as a whole, and the effect it had on anybody who saw it was devastating.

Engler rose from off the ground, brushing the soot and dust off of his shoulders with a few effortless hand motions. The surprise blow Manti had landed did not injure Engler, but it did leave a bruise on his chest. The rest of his body had a few light scratches, mainly attained from sailing through the rubble from the destroyed landscape at such a high velocity. There was a miniscule tear in his right sleeve. At that point, Engler decided that the shirt would only slow him down, and took his time in removing the garment, and tossing it onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and ash, which floated upward, diffusing into the soiled air above it.

Engler knew that Manti had great power, and the game now was to not allow the beast to touch him. It was a game of hide and seek. Except with much higher risks. And in order to win such a game, one had to know where they were playing. Engler took a huge risk, and slowly and deeply surveyed the surrounding landscape, both immediate and distant. There was an occasional wall from what were previously skyscrapers. Other than that, there really wasn’t any other cover.

If Manti had located Engler at this point, it would have been a simple matter of sneaking up on him and tearing him in half. Fortunately, Manti was nowhere to be seen. This puzzled Engler slightly. But he figured that he was in no rush, as Manti was seeking him out at this very moment. Engler’s ears picked up a signal that would have otherwise been absorbed by the buildings if the Brag Board had not been destroyed. It was a faint roar. Barely audible, but it was unmistakable. It came from the south. The intent and desire to kill was apparent from the way the roar was carried out, even from what Engler figured was a mile’s distance.

“Time to end this battle,” Engler thought out loud to himself as he rose higher into the air, the shadow beneath him gradually shrinking, “I’m finished playing games with this dog.” With those words, Engler phased himself into a state of intangibility, making him virtually untouchable by anything that was not in the same state as he, and began to fly towards the exact point where Engler had figured Manti would be.

Engler was surprised to come upon Manti only two minutes later. “The ash must have really absorbed the sound.” Engler thought to himself as he prepared to re-enter battle, “I could have sworn that he was at least a mile away.” What surprised Engler more than even that was that Manti was facing in his direction, slowly walking on his back legs. His wings had been stained black, and his skin had paled to grey, and then had shifted to a darker shade of the monotone color. The mane that encompassed Manti’s lion face was now blood red, as were the claws on the beast’s hands and feet. Manti’s breath appeared in dark red vapor through his nostrils, creating a translucent cloud.

Engler began to worry. Not once had Manti averted his deathly gaze from Engler’s eyes. It was almost as if he knew Engler would be in this exact spot, at this time, trying to pull off a sneak attack. Their eyes locked, and Engler saw nothing but fury and wrath. For a brief moment, time stopped. The tension peaked and crackled around the two titans. Nothing moved. Neither of the warriors breathed. The wind died. Silence.

Then Manti struck. With the swiftness of a ninja, he shot his fist right at Engler, who was still intangible, and opened it, the claws touching Engler’s nose. With a sudden expulsion of energy, Manti forced Engler out of his current state, and with a second rapid movement, he closed his fingers around the Phantom’s face, and drove him straight into the ground. Engler, who was caught completely off guard, could not respond to the assault, and was simply taking the beating at the moment. Engler’s face was now punctured by five holes that were created from Manti’s claws. The back of his head was also badly scratched up, and was also leaking blood from the fist that had crashed onto it just a moment ago.

Manti followed up by tossing Engler high into the air, who was now flipping and rolling in a direction he could not name. With a mighty force, Manti sprung himself into the air, and slammed a undercut onto the helpless Engler’s head, which sent him crashing back down into the spot where the fight had originally began. Engler took extra effort in quickly rolling to the side as Manti’s foot crushed the ash that was under where Engler had just been. He got back onto his feet, and had to duck again to avoid the right-handed swipe that probably could have beheaded him. Engler could feel the after breeze from the attack brush his face, which caused the fresh puncture holes to sting furiously. Another backwards leap saved Engler’s throat from meeting Manti’s tail, which then shot a dark, acidic substance onto Engler’s chest, which immediately assimilated the substance.

The resulting agony was enoromous, but Engler managed to keep himself moving as Manti’s attacks continued to come. Each one felt more powerful than the last, and Engler knew that if the battle continued like this, he wasn’t going to make it out alive. An unexpected fake-out by Manti left Engler wide open. He braced himself for impact, and as predicted, Manti unleashed an incredible uppercut that connected perfectly with the weary Engler’s chin, which sent him sailing twenty feet high. The rough landing Engler experienced was not only a blow to his physical condition, but a blow to his mental standing as well.

Manti let loose another roar, one that sent chills down Engler’s spine as he lay on the ground, panting. He had only been struck a few times, but each hit was so powerful and colossal that he was almost out of energy. Blood was now splattered everywhere, and one of Engler’s eyes had swollen and turned a purplish black color. His right arm was now completely shattered from the landing, and the bloodied ash that surrounded the area of impact was proof. To top everything else off, the impacts on his head was serving nothing good for his thought process. Everything appeared blurry to Engler, and he couldn’t smell or feel anything. His body was already waving the white flag, but in his clouded mind, Engler knew that he had to keep fighting. But he was not in any condition to do so. He had to do something to make Manti drop his guard. And he did the only thing he could.

Manti advanced on the nearly finished Engler, and glared at him intensely. Each step he took released a powerful shockwave through the ground that shook up everything within a quarter mile like a giant electric shock. He noticed that the indigo aura had left Engler, but that was most likely a drop in power, which in his mind, was a sign of defeat. As Manti prepared to deliver the final blow, a weak voice barely called out to him.

“No,” it coughed, splattering blood over the already wounded chest, “…don’t… kill… me. It’s…” he coughed to talk in his weakened voice, and continued up more blood, “it’s me… Engler. Please… spare… me.”

Manti froze, and his mind went through an explosion of memories of Engler. For a second, he said nothing, but eventually, he confirmed it. The body really was Engler. And whatever had possessed him was gone. Manti felt awful, and his hands dropped to his sides, hanging limp by his waist. His wings and tail drooped, and he hung his head in shame, his mane concealing any expressions Manti was making at the moment. Eventually, Manti picked his head back up, and with a solemn tone, apologized. He walked over to Engler, and was about to pick the body up, when a strange phenomenon occurred. In an instant, Engler had his unbroken hand on Manti’s ankle, and he was beginning to absorb energy from Manti’s body. Suddenly, the indigo aura returned with a surge of sound and light. As Engler’s strength returned to his body, he tightened his grip and laughed, while Manti began to lose his strength.

“You fool,” Mocked Phantom Engler in his ultra-deep voice once again, “see what happens when you don’t simply finish off those that are about to die? You haven’t learned anything, you stupid dog, and I am going to make you pay most dearly for your mistake.”

Manti was now beginning to lose his consciousness. His eyesight was becoming blurry, and his hearing was fading quickly. He fell onto one knee as Engler began to stand up, laughing the whole time this was happening. And just when Manti was about to give up, a voice echoed from the heavens.

“You will not destroy this world, noob, and I shall see to it myself.” Instantly, a gigantic white missile like object shot down onto the ground, causing an enormous cloud of ash and dust to fly up into the air. Engler, in shock, let go of Manti, who on instinct got up and retreated back a few steps. After a few seconds the voice spoke again. This time, it was much closer, and it spoke with authority and power. “Engler, your life ends here and now. You will die by my hand, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

Engler shivered in fear with his eyes wide open. “No,” He said, his voice shaking as well, “You aren’t real. You are but a legend, a myth. You can’t possibly exist.”

“A myth?” replied the voice, “Then exactly who or what is standing in front of you at this very moment?”

Manti quickly interjected to make his presence known. One word was all he needed, and that word was, “Shashakiro.”

[Ozie-Saf]

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Engler shivered in fear with his eyes wide open. “No,” He said, his voice shaking as well, “You aren’t real. You are but a legend, a myth. You can’t possibly exist.”
“A myth?” replied the voice, “Then exactly who or what is standing in front of you at this very moment?”
Manti quickly interjected to make his presence known. One word was all he needed, and that word was, “Shashakiro.”

I lol'd so much!! Nice chapter, even though I thought Engler would be a bit more powerful (Manti seriously pwnd him )