With Johanna’s band of ghosts busy helping Ettie and her pack. Johanna could focus on the battle with her shadow opponent.
At first the shadow seemed defensive in its swings. Hesitant even. But as the battle raged on its swings grew bolder, more direct, focused.
The sound of steel echoed into the Border air.
It didn’t take long before Johanna’s body began to feel the wear and tear of the battle. One cut here and another there.
The Shadow was winning.
Dorian wasn’t pleased nor was Johanna. But the Shadow did not go in to finish the job. Instead, it pressed the tip of its shadowy sword at her throat and spoke words in a language neither understood. But their meaning was clear, yield.
Neither Dorian or Johanna was sure what would happen if they didn’t. But they both know they couldn’t just give up.
Using the bond that possession granted them, Johanna mentally gave him four words of encouragement
'Dorian, I trust you.'Dorian felt how the reigns Johanna applied during possession fell off. He was free to do what he wanted. For a moment he was baffled. But then he went to work.
The shadow commanded them to yield once more. But in response Dorian fell backwards, doing an almost inhumanely flip. Johanna’s pale white skin began to increase in color as heat exuded at an increasing pace.
AUTOTOMIZE! Johanna’s body speeds up under the influence of the Doublade’s power. It moved with no regards to the physical limits. Strands of muscle tissue ripped with each movement. Each step sends jolts of pain through the body, and for once Dorian received it.
But Dorian ignored it. The Battle continued. He had to ignore it. He had to endure. THEY HAD TO WIN!
Johanna trusted him after all! He had to win FOR her. He had to win to show her just how great an ARTIST he was.
HE HAD TO WIN
HE HAD TO WIN
HE HAD TO WIN
His mind was dead set, focused, like an arrow flying at its target. But the shadow fought back, it was gaining speed with each swing of the sword. What Dorian had done so far wasn’t enough. HE wasn’t enough.
But as despair was about to grip the heart of the warrior, he felt a serene presence in his mind. A wave of sympathy, of understanding washed over him. His trainer understood the feelings he was going through, even if his lack of strength was currently proving to be causing damage to her body.
'You are good enough.' Four words.
Four words rang through the connection they both shared, carried by Johanna’s voice. Those Four words gave him strength. The blades in Johanna’s hands began to grow brightly just as the shadow was bearing down upon them. But what met with the shadow’s attack was not the blade in her left hand, but a shield.
A loud clang echoed throughout the battle area.
The Shadow looked confused. But it was not given time to get its bearings. There was still a blade in Johanna’s right hand, and it swirled with the very power of the air itself. With blinding speed did the now evolved Dorian swing its blade in an AERIAL ACE at the shadow.
The Shadow dispersed, no longer capable of keeping up the act.
In front of them stood a Marshadow not even half their heart with a goofy grin as if it had just been telling them a joke. It scratched the back of its neck.
Dorian pointed its blade at it and spoke with the voice of its trainer.
“Yield.” The Marshadow nodded and went down on both knees to grovel.
And at that instance Dorian cut the connection between him and Johanna.
She fell to her knees, exhausted.
TLDR:- Long Anime battle!
- Dorian Evolves!
- The Battle is finished
- Marshadow is revealed and it yields.
- Johanna is very tired
PROMPTS CLEARED:- 29: encounter shadowy copies of yourselves or your pokemon that mimic movement, form, and more.
- Special Hunt