Chapter 8: A More Fighting Climax to a Road
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Defying the Morai Chapter 8
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"So here we are" I drink some type of purple alcohol standing next to the two seated gods, Miguel had a slumped inquisitive look while Tulio was laughing at the little kid play in front of us. Seeing little tyke perform aerial backflips to emulate my movements was hilarious.
"Kid does it better than you" Tulio pats Miguels shoulder slightly then realizes something.
"Hey wait, you had something important to tell us?"
"Uuuuhhh" I pondered and scratched my chin. "You know I completely somehow forgot and honestly it just seemed to be not the dramatic reveal time yet"
Both men looked at me straight.
Stare.
"Ok ok," I waved hands. I rolled my shoulders and put hands behind head "Believe me when I say its only going to happen after you have dramatic foreshadowing of your relationship tensing"
"Relationship-" Tulio sideyed and then put his hand over face, Miguel simply nodded "You know people just say things you know, as senior partners we need crucial information on any changes to plan"
"Yes well," I piroqued. "The plan only happens when it happens"
Tulio sighed and thought about pinching between his nose but decided it was too much hassle and just looked at Miguel.
"Miguel please talk sense into him"
"I believe he is talking a lot of sense"
"In what way?"
I pointed one finger up "I did not want to interfere in your important colloquial transaction with partner in training for mutual beneficiary positive social construction"
Tulios mouth opens and shuts while Miguel had a side smile. Tulio then thinks and nods his head.
"That is a true statement," Tulio looks back at Miguel. "So all the things are leading us to becoming Kings of Spain"
Miguel tapped his cup and sighed. "King is a bit of a stepdown..from being god"
Tulio spit out his drink and coughed. Staring at his best friend like he had grown a second head. "Miguel! We can't stay here," He shocked his head. "Remember the plan?"
Miguel continued staring at his drink "How about," He turned to Tulio "We forget the plan" Then gave a sneaky charming look "Hmmm" As though it was a joke of hey this is a better idea.
Tulio did his usual stuttering at the curveball that destiny threw him when destiny arrived when the Jaguar temple's top blew out and and the giant stone jaguar with glowing green eyes settled on it's ruins.
Both men looked at the visual and responded as screaming girls from horror movie. I had my hand on lightsaber and muttered showtime.
"HA HA HA HA" Echoed from the dust as Tzkel Kan rose like a phantom. "Now everyone will know the truth of your.." He does the fingers "DIVINITY!"
With a great honking leap (what the hell did the priest do to mimic that) the Tiger charged and jumped onto the ground where screaming civilians ran for cover, spearmen came up and let loose spears before swatted away by Stone Jaguar and then caught one unlucky bastard and treated him as catnip toy. Then done fucking with the guy it went forward
"I'm ok!" Guy checked himself before being stomped. "I'm still ok!"
Then dark shadows appear.
"Shit."
"Jacen," Miguel moved to the side slightly with puzzled look as Tulio did the same on other side "What the hell are those"
"The big problem"
"Big Problem?" Miguel spoke.
"World Ending"
The shadows formed into creatures.
"Why are they cute?" Tulio questioned.
"Want to see how they eat hearts" I flatly stated.
"NOPE!" Both men opined before Chel whacked them on the head.
"Time to get moving!"
I pointed my hand to Altivo without looking backwards.
"Get on and run!" Tulio and Miguel grabbed Chel and off they went on Altivo, I clench and uncleanch hands and called my lightsaber to palm.
SNAP-HiSS!
"I'll deal with these guys"
Obligatory game fight scene!
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Form VI. Being fluid and at peace with sparkles of preventive aggressiveness. If a normal movie goer saw film Kylo Ren they see a a guy try hard with a club which is the inspiration for quite a few take that fanfics that dump on his characterization, a fencing master could see what the movies were going for and if one actually took the time to look up stuff the directors how ever flawed tried to do sword-fights right.
If I go through my memories; Kylo Ren was all about the fight itself, a more important distinction fighting himself as his rage was clogging his joints and making his movements heavier and harder than it needed to be because he was trying too hard to emulate Vader. With continuous practice with Master Oogway I can say my form is a mesh of fluid, non wasted movement and using inner peace to use my opponents strength against them.
Classic kung-fu.
So you can imagine side step swipe, leap, somersault and gliding tornado spin kick (yes its a valid tactic) and destroying creatures of darkness with yellow eyes. They dissipate in the ether and by the force there were a lot of them.
The ones with Emblems arose. I gripped my lightsaber and ran forward in a force push.
What the hell twin gods, shouldn't this be something you need to directly intervene in!?
The Heartless.
The Goddamn Heartless are here and we don't have a Keyblade!!! (I'm pretty sure I am not a suitable candidate as I killed a…did I actually kill a lot of innocent people? Memory seems funny)
Bibo appeared on my shoulder and in a magical dual move that involved him glowing golden I kicked him and he bounced like a ping pong through several of the bastards. So yeah my party member is an Armadillo which is odd choice. (I mean sure Tulio and MIguel are not actual fighters more like slapstick which could've been fun and Altivo maybe? Hard to say)
I gave silent thanks to invisible forces before clearing forward, running through the streets that the darkness was following seismic turbulence. Actually not that much it was only one pebble who bounced but the thought matters.
I was cleaving a path towards a Boss Fight! The music was going into a tempo as I leaped from low building to higher, lightsaber gleaming in the night as the civilians pointed and prayed as I landed on the rock clearing.
I had just seen Altivo glared back while standing on Jaguars eye before back kick breaking glass and it shocked them off violently. Bet that was a bitch of sting High Priest!
As soon as they were tossed I leaped into action as rocks were thrown at Jaguar by Tulio and MIguel who led diversion away from Altivo carrying Chel to safety. I ran forward (thinking this would be a good spot for save point idly) as it climbed over ruined stairs and then the lava breaking!
Hop to, skiddle to and force jump!
Like slowmotion of a War Boy and his exploding spears I plunged my lightsaber into the head of the jaguar. It roared and cried out as Tulio yelled jump alongside Miguel.
(Somewhere Tzekel Kan gave shriek and clawed at his head in cross-eye agony. Having a woo look and drawing saliva)
I was somehow tossed onwards as I flew into the air as the Jaguar went down in lava. Landing perfectly and with style.
The two guys were panting. Tulio looked upwards and boy was he happy. Miguel had bright smile.
"Did we get him?"
I looked at him in absolute betrayal!
"Murphy heard"
The Jaguars head came up and I scooped up the two con artist and came straight into the Xibabalba area.
"You brought us here!?" Tulio complained.
"I brought us to vines!" I said firmly, wielding my blade in a ready stance. Looking intently into the dark.
And lo and behold the Stone Jaguar with a gaping hole in it's head (still sizzling) was unsteadily prancing towards us.
"I know what you are.." Green eyes going out.
"I know what you are not.." An utterance as Tzekel Kan came out from somewhere.
"And that you are not.." Here as his eyes return normal and bombastic face came up.
"DOGS!"
…
A cricket chirped.
"..What?" Tulio asked pointedly while still embracing Miguel.
"Diddly do gooder!" Tzekel Kan pointed his fingers to the sides.
"..Are you alright" Miguel asked in genuine concern.
I merely observed if he started going on about darkness and hearts he will be missing one head.
"..." Tzekel Kan merely rubbed his eyebrows and moaned slightly. Then looked up with slightly manic eyes and mournful pain.
"..I have been stabbed.." He said slowly. "In the head" He looked pleadingly at us. "Can you please give me a moment."
"..Sure" Tulio said slowly. Miguel nodded and made a zipline with his face.
"Thank you.." High Priest or rather former high priest stretched himself, breathed in and out and you might be asking why I was giving this guy time. Frankly I was just curious and I blame the Luke Skywalker teaching of me to be curious rather than sensible.
"Alright," He shrugged and looked as though he was addressing a meeting "Oh yes. GODS!" He fingered us in grinning glee (not that way you pervs).
Tulio raised an eyebrow as though pondering something deep and profound before twisting himself to see Miguel. He grabbed the blond. "Your not a god!" He pulled him closer. "You lied to me!?" Tulio gave a side nod to Tzekel Kan which Miguel gave an honest defensive look. Tulio took the hint and then acted with genuine emotion in it and huffed with indignation. "Ohhh great!" He put his hand in head while Miguel floundered to the side and pointed at Tulio while giving pleading look to priest.
"Hey, it was his stupid plan"
"What?" Priest was befuddled.
"My plan? My plan was that we lie low, your the one who wanted to go oh look at me I'm a god" Prancing around.
"Thats not true!"
"Look at you, your buying your own CON!"
"At least Im not dating mine!"
"Oh..oh low blow"
"What do you even need me for you got all the plans"
"Well maybe I don't need you anymore"
"Yes well you got the gold and Chel and I get to be happy is that fine"
"Fine by me pal"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Take that"
"Ohh"
"Take this!"
"Ouch!"
"And..three!"
WHAM!
"Tie him up!"
Bam Bah! Tzekel Kan put his arms up up in clawing action with green eyes. Rumbling we turned upwards as Jaguar jumped and headed straight towards us.
"JUMP!"
We skedalladed to side holding onto vines as Tzekel Kan realized his fuck up and screamed as the jaguars weight began breaking the bridge as we jungle vined to the back as the cat and priest went timber and a scream.
There was no body. Of course there was no body.
Laughter of the two men faded into silent awkwardness as we climbed together up. The entire city folk and chief were there and celebrated our victory. I pulled up Tulio as Miguel came up towards chief.
"Chief Tanni!"
Said person looked as Miguel was celebrated.
"I decided to stay"
"Well this is glorious" Chief had side smile and thoughtful pose in wonder before letting his arms out and bellowing. "Lord Miguel! Has decided to live among us!"
Cheers and lifting the man up, he looked back at us.
"Are you ok" Spoke Chel cupping Tulios cheek who was looking back.
"Im..fine"
I simply folded my arms and let the moment set in, my eyes searching the water, my senses feeling outwards and I looked outwards into the dark. Chittering.
I walked straight back to the temple. I needed answers.
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In the dark there was silence. In the dark there was possibility. In the dark there was..
"Here be dragons" I muttered, snap hiss as my lightsaber illuminated the area. Tarruhama looked nervously around his former masters place. A much cleaner room removing the incense. Undietary ointments and clearly unhygienic texture from a guy who dabbled in dark arts.
I know the hot take view; Mesoamerican society was all about sacrifice to secure order because they believe thats how society should function and such and that Tzekel Kan wasn't that evil. Forgetting that he seems to take sick enjoyment out of the whole process and the man next to me is an actual casualty in the film which I hope to gods he simply died and not have his soul sent to hell. Wait the Gods sent me text message from force; no worries he would've just died and his lifeblood was the catalyst.
So good for clearing that up.
"What?" My enthusiastic understudy for redemption said.
"A metaphor, for great winged lizards who bring fiery death to those threats and a cause to fight and oppose them" I shrugged my shoulders as I deactivated Lightsaber as he tilt his torch to it to light it.
"Meant to signify to us that we are about to go into places where danger resides. Still want to come?"
The man gulped and took a breath and looked at me steadily.
"I served the high priest for years. I did my duty and if my fate was to be sacrificed and used for…" He pointed to where the statue was. "Hurting people…" He scratched his head. "Why did the gods allow him to do this?"
Self reflection really increased his IQ.
"Oftentimes. The gods let mortals handle their own affairs." I looked up wanderingly and saw the cauldron hole. And a book. Picking up I scrolled through pages and thank force I was gifted in deciphering art teaching guide.
I stopped on the page where a jumping dark warrior was and wondered with a sense of irony that I became fitted in another story. I looked over the page of the stone jaguar and DreamWorks Moon Boy and I idly looked at Tarruhum
"They can't do all the work for us." I skimmed the pages until I found something that screamed plot significance and oh shit.
Mesoamerican artwork of a Heartless Emblem.
"Sometimes. The gods are doing things that are incomprehensible to us."
I shut the book.
"Like what?"
"Protecting our very fraught reality"
Why sacrifice a man when you can get premium access to the primordial fact of the universe!
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I had to adjudicate myself into the drama before it surges.
"Remember when I said we had big problem"
"Yes you did mention that" Miguel had yet to change in his divine cape and hat and earrings at the temple, the quiet silence was leaning into Elton Johns tune before I record scratch that.
"What were those?" Tulio said putting gold in bag before pulling out map, considered ripping it in half before I motioned him to stop and just leave it. It was still a good map and can be historical treasure in a few hundred years.
"Those. Were Heartless" I spoke grandly and with a bit of despondency.
"The what now?" Chel asked the right question.
"Better get the Chief here now because things are about to get really dicey and hopefully not too complicated.."
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"..Unreal" Miguel eyes widened as he sat down on pillow eating popcorn.
"Unlikely" Chel had her hand in cheek as she gazed wonderingly.
"Un..I don't even the know the proper word to describe what you just said" Tulio scratched his head. "I don't think Christianity could explain Father, Ghost and Holy Spirit more complicated than what you just said"
"Who are those three?" Chief had his hands on knees looking puzzled and concerned.
"Not something you have to worry about for.." I paused and looked at the roof in thought. "Not for a long time hopefully provided this place is absolutely self sufficient and can withstand the tide of modern machinery any. Disease"
"Oh there is no need to worry about the last one"
I blinked, Miguel and Tulio blinked and we looked at Chief blinking.
"I know this might sound a bit far off but there is this thing could antibody system and how it needs to adapt to new attacks by suffering them, most often times fatal and while the cure can be found there is a lot of outside world.."
"Bacta"
….
"...What?"
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The organic beetle that was in Star Wars Galaxy was here part of the mystic anthropologically diverse world of this Continent.
"And this. Mucus can heal anything.." Tulio wasn't sure what to say in the dark blue light cavern we found ourselves.
"Sap. It is. Sap" I said blandly.
Miguel blinked and looked with half lidded eyes. "Life finds a way"
"How do you know that referen- No never mind back to the planning board"
Snap back to reality!
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"So as you were saying..?" Tulio rolled his hands.
"We are dealing with an existential threat where we don't have a magical key that could deflect these guys popping in too much or seal the keyhole to this world because we are in a different multiverse"
"Can you explain that in English?"
"Oh trust me.." I wiped my hands sideways "You don't want me to go explicit"
"...I'm scared and sensible enough to not go into that" Tulio settled himself back. Miguel raised a hand.
"So where exactly this…keyhole be."
"Well its usually in the most place where you find a keyhole or a…" I stumbled off.
"Door" Chel said pointedly, looking at the map. The map that ends with a symbolic carving.
"..shit!"
BOOM!
We all turned outside to see smoke, and where there's smoke there is fire and where there is fire in South America there is..
"Cortez" Miguel whispered fearfully.
Then comes the scout with information of invading army and surprise surprise he lives Tzekel-Kan
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"Warriors! Prepare for Battle!"
"Chief! You cannot fight them!"
"Then how do we stop them"
"We.."
"Can" I butted in. I was dresed in full gear alongside Tarrumin who stood ready with spear and grit.
"How.." Chief looked at me as a warrior. Miguels misgivings fell away at my stare and eyes.
"Let me tell of a battle…in a place called Endor"
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You might be thinking the logistics involved in this operation, I had premonition and due to my foresight in matters I had trained with the army and learned they weren't merely ceremonial or security. They had been in war with other nations on this continent. Other stuff people take for granted as El Dorado was not simply a stationary paradise self sufficient on it's own.
Granted the ideal long term strategy would have been the original plan of destroying the pillars but there were was no guarantee that Tzekel Kan could use darkness to open gateway that I know so far, thankfully I can safely ascertain he was practicing only briefly and the gods might have been interfering with his efforts as much as they could which I hope I am imagining the danger greater than it actually is.
This world was on some sort of cartoon logic and having Bacta for the El Doradians changes the game-plan as I'm sure the Spaniards are either more constitutionally stronger than otl or they might have access to special stuff in other conquests. Either wasn't a good indicator that introducing them to native diseases and logistical sabotage as it took only three days for a fleet of ships from Madrid, Spain reached all the way to the New World. Everything must be accounted for.
So having everyone be prepared in defensive bottleneck at waterfall while I go forward in the jungle with an elite team (the Ball Player A-Team and Tarrahum) to cause mischief and harass the enemy.
Into the dark, into the noise of marching feet hunkered by metal and greed. Muskets and rapiers of vindictive pride. Against our spears and blades, against men who would die for their country. Their City. Their Home.
My instincts were right as the column of men lead by two pricks went under us as Eagle Tree light silhouette illuminate them like an ant morass (apologies to ants because these were less than. Ants make things, these men take)
I held my fist up, everyone was quiet in branches. There were horses yet no wagons which is just perfect for cartoon logic. No supply just walking hulks of flesh and metal (more metal than flesh as expected of cartoon caricatures)
You might be wondering what Master Oogway would think of my ill intent to harm, the shadows going over Cortez and Tzekel Kan rose and whispered in waves.
Of course the false Christian turned to Darkness, Who would've thunk it.
As the main column came to the middle I threw my fist down.
Rock fall. Force rock fall like meteors hitting the earth.
Bam! BOOM!
Wilheim Scream!
The other warriors were attacking and dragging people from behind the main force.
Speed. Surprise. Violence of Action.
In spur of action the vanguard team landed in the middle of dust and I ignited lightsaber, singular beam of white light and going like Maul Piledrive.
Corkscrew Backflip Palpatine Screech like a Banshee out of hell.
Physiological and Physical Terror in a whirlwind of direct fuck you.
Yeah we ball.
So like kicking them open like a bowling ball on pins we charged forward into confusion, panic and sheer destruction of Cortes army.
We go straight to the top!
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Cortez raised an eyebrow at the noise behind him, he grunted and continued forward, his instincts like that of a beast breathing and ignoring the gnat on his face. His heart and eyes set on the final objective ahead of him. No cold feelings reach him or any malignant malady of the soul could touch his god righteous mission.
For whom could stand in the way of Spain, Glory and Gold.
The Savage next to him pointed in the red mist of overhead, the sheer breadth of the world did nothing to him. All was material in the eyes of the believer and for the truly righteous the truth shall gleam an honest color.
A delightful gold.
His brow furrowed as more noise happened. His senses dulled as he thought he heard shouting behind him. He ignored such trivial concerns as the blackness surrounding his vision lengthened. His eyes searching in front of him. His sight unblemished and unclouded by the lies of the devil.
His men falling into potholes could not stop him, his horses throwing men off and running away did not deter him. The unmanful fear on his men was sacrilegious to his understanding. He growled and grasped his blade until finally he saw the enemy.
Who were waiting for them.
"They think they can match you?" the savage who called himself Tzekel Kan wondered aloud in puzzlement as though puppies got the temerity and anger to fight against humans their natural masters. A thought he would soon disprove in their arrogant heads.
"Soldiers, Prepare arms!"
He did not hear shuffling, he did not hear clicking and stocking. He did not hear the silent grunts of his disciples.
He did not hear the clocking of arabesques.
He turned left and right and found running and scattered grey shapes.
He stared.
The Savage stared.
Then Cortes eyes glowed yellow and the Darkness rose forth.
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I had deactivated my lightsaber as soon I was in clear distance of the shadow mans back.
"Turn Hellhound, Turn" I commanded.
He turned and through the overlay of waterfall I saw his helmet head and sheer hatred this man had for us all.
"..Infidel"
"Jedi"
He raised his blade and threw blades of materialized darkness at me. Snap Hiss I deflected them as blaster bolts, a blade of light cutting them in half. Sizzling after the water vapors surrounding us I walked forward towards the dark silhouetted man. Tzekel Kan had turnabout expression as though he was a little kid seeing Big Leagues going at it in football. As I came within distance I looked at Cortez.
"Your smaller than I thought you'd be"
The big man didn't say a word, he simply got down from his horse and whipped water away from it. His horse trotted off to the side as a dark aura came over the Spaniard.
"Every men whose lives you've taken was as carefully chosen as the disciples of Christ" His eyes flashed and pulled himself into stance. "And I will pass judgement on those who stand in my way"
I merely raised an eyebrow "No false Idols, for whom may it profit a man who attains the whole world at the cost of his soul"
Cortes was unblinking, the eyes of zealotry, greed, disdain for life all rolled in those eyes of a beast. I had no words, only the warming light of my blade as I readied my stance.
We charged together.
In watery rocks.
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It was a movement of Chinese fighting style against a wrathful fencing force, a beam of light against a metal wreathed in darkness. If this was a videogame he would have 3 or 3 and a half green health bar. Every armor joint was meant to protect the chest and less on sides, it seemed more show than practical ability.
Dark Energy more than made up to buff it but against the lightsaber it was like a metal container and I melted it with a fire welder. Boiling the man seemed a little bit overkill and tedious but he joined himself up to existential nightmare for power, wittingly or not (suckers bet its the latter)
Arm slashing, he pirouettes and I act like taking the blow into myself and used his force to deliver cut, he backs off and comes again stronger. He might not be the best fencer well actually he was mid at best and the aura of his terror was the only thing going for him. He wasn't some great commander or politition he was in actual history, just a little intelligent caricature no a bully. A self righteous hollistic thug with a good voice.
I don't fight myself, I let the calm rushing waters glide around me as I raised my blade, sparks and nature coiling around me. Cortes snarls and with a fiery fist of darkness he transforms into a metal shadow conquistador like giant. One Eyed Giant to be exact. With yellow eyes and big twisted mishmash of bull and heartless emblem.
A Heartless version of Ojáncanu. Interesting and niche design if you can imagine in your head.
I merely looked up at the overlarge thing (was that another scream from Tulio and Miguel) and said silently. Come as you may.
The Ojancanu weaved his its overlarge sword onto me as I glide around it and then the fucker pulls out a gun and bam! Force Flow around the big ass darkness bullet. Don't think I didn't account for bullshit because I know this FRANCHISE!?
I climbed and jumped zigzag on extended blade and jab jab jab. Lightsaber to the eye then boom! I was tossed into the air because it exploded! Where was the buildup what the hell force. I got myself into somersault roll and landed seat first on Altivo. No time for random explanation I kicked the sides of this mighty war beast.
"Heeyah!"
And like a knight on horseback against a dragon we galloped into the direction of a giant motherfucker who let loose giant motherfucking bullets out of guns. Shrouds of heartless surrounded us from impacts and I had to time this right.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Eyes closed, then opened with determination.
The sun begins to break through clouds. Like a ray of light on my blade and noble steed.
I am One with the Force and the Force is with me.
Eyes staring at the giant yellow orb, with one final trot leap, Altivo sensed my intentions and launched me as I jumped from saddle to piledriver. Like a Prayer- no Save that song for way down the line as the boat crashing music from music was more poignant and right for this moment.
My blade touched the eye and all went into Light!
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I came down in a warriors crouch, the sun revealing all to the world of natures beauty unveiled and light chased away darkness.
I arose and raise my blade in victory to the cheer and exaltation of the crowd.
The con artist were eating popcorn and some type of soda.
Tzekel Kan flopped away somewhere.
And I breathed in peace and victory and deactivated lightsaber
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"So here we are" I drink some type of purple alcohol standing next to the two seated gods, Miguel had a slumped inquisitive look while Tulio was laughing at the little kid play in front of us. Seeing little tyke perform aerial backflips to emulate my movements was hilarious.
"Kid does it better than you" Tulio pats Miguels shoulder slightly then realizes something.
"Hey wait, you had something important to tell us?"
"Uuuuhhh" I pondered and scratched my chin. "You know I completely somehow forgot and honestly it just seemed to be not the dramatic reveal time yet"
Both men looked at me straight.
Stare.
"Ok ok," I waved hands. I rolled my shoulders and put hands behind head "Believe me when I say its only going to happen after you have dramatic foreshadowing of your relationship tensing"
"Relationship-" Tulio sideyed and then put his hand over face, Miguel simply nodded "You know people just say things you know, as senior partners we need crucial information on any changes to plan"
"Yes well," I piroqued. "The plan only happens when it happens"
Tulio sighed and thought about pinching between his nose but decided it was too much hassle and just looked at Miguel.
"Miguel please talk sense into him"
"I believe he is talking a lot of sense"
"In what way?"
I pointed one finger up "I did not want to interfere in your important colloquial transaction with partner in training for mutual beneficiary positive social construction"
Tulios mouth opens and shuts while Miguel had a side smile. Tulio then thinks and nods his head.
"That is a true statement," Tulio looks back at Miguel. "So all the things are leading us to becoming Kings of Spain"
Miguel tapped his cup and sighed. "King is a bit of a stepdown..from being god"
Tulio spit out his drink and coughed. Staring at his best friend like he had grown a second head. "Miguel! We can't stay here," He shocked his head. "Remember the plan?"
Miguel continued staring at his drink "How about," He turned to Tulio "We forget the plan" Then gave a sneaky charming look "Hmmm" As though it was a joke of hey this is a better idea.
Tulio did his usual stuttering at the curveball that destiny threw him when destiny arrived when the Jaguar temple's top blew out and and the giant stone jaguar with glowing green eyes settled on it's ruins.
Both men looked at the visual and responded as screaming girls from horror movie. I had my hand on lightsaber and muttered showtime.
"HA HA HA HA" Echoed from the dust as Tzkel Kan rose like a phantom. "Now everyone will know the truth of your.." He does the fingers "DIVINITY!"
With a great honking leap (what the hell did the priest do to mimic that) the Tiger charged and jumped onto the ground where screaming civilians ran for cover, spearmen came up and let loose spears before swatted away by Stone Jaguar and then caught one unlucky bastard and treated him as catnip toy. Then done fucking with the guy it went forward
"I'm ok!" Guy checked himself before being stomped. "I'm still ok!"
Then dark shadows appear.
"Shit."
"Jacen," Miguel moved to the side slightly with puzzled look as Tulio did the same on other side "What the hell are those"
"The big problem"
"Big Problem?" Miguel spoke.
"World Ending"
The shadows formed into creatures.
"Why are they cute?" Tulio questioned.
"Want to see how they eat hearts" I flatly stated.
"NOPE!" Both men opined before Chel whacked them on the head.
"Time to get moving!"
I pointed my hand to Altivo without looking backwards.
"Get on and run!" Tulio and Miguel grabbed Chel and off they went on Altivo, I clench and uncleanch hands and called my lightsaber to palm.
SNAP-HiSS!
"I'll deal with these guys"
Obligatory game fight scene!
_
Form VI. Being fluid and at peace with sparkles of preventive aggressiveness. If a normal movie goer saw film Kylo Ren they see a a guy try hard with a club which is the inspiration for quite a few take that fanfics that dump on his characterization, a fencing master could see what the movies were going for and if one actually took the time to look up stuff the directors how ever flawed tried to do sword-fights right.
If I go through my memories; Kylo Ren was all about the fight itself, a more important distinction fighting himself as his rage was clogging his joints and making his movements heavier and harder than it needed to be because he was trying too hard to emulate Vader. With continuous practice with Master Oogway I can say my form is a mesh of fluid, non wasted movement and using inner peace to use my opponents strength against them.
Classic kung-fu.
So you can imagine side step swipe, leap, somersault and gliding tornado spin kick (yes its a valid tactic) and destroying creatures of darkness with yellow eyes. They dissipate in the ether and by the force there were a lot of them.
The ones with Emblems arose. I gripped my lightsaber and ran forward in a force push.
What the hell twin gods, shouldn't this be something you need to directly intervene in!?
The Heartless.
The Goddamn Heartless are here and we don't have a Keyblade!!! (I'm pretty sure I am not a suitable candidate as I killed a…did I actually kill a lot of innocent people? Memory seems funny)
Bibo appeared on my shoulder and in a magical dual move that involved him glowing golden I kicked him and he bounced like a ping pong through several of the bastards. So yeah my party member is an Armadillo which is odd choice. (I mean sure Tulio and MIguel are not actual fighters more like slapstick which could've been fun and Altivo maybe? Hard to say)
I gave silent thanks to invisible forces before clearing forward, running through the streets that the darkness was following seismic turbulence. Actually not that much it was only one pebble who bounced but the thought matters.
I was cleaving a path towards a Boss Fight! The music was going into a tempo as I leaped from low building to higher, lightsaber gleaming in the night as the civilians pointed and prayed as I landed on the rock clearing.
I had just seen Altivo glared back while standing on Jaguars eye before back kick breaking glass and it shocked them off violently. Bet that was a bitch of sting High Priest!
As soon as they were tossed I leaped into action as rocks were thrown at Jaguar by Tulio and MIguel who led diversion away from Altivo carrying Chel to safety. I ran forward (thinking this would be a good spot for save point idly) as it climbed over ruined stairs and then the lava breaking!
Hop to, skiddle to and force jump!
Like slowmotion of a War Boy and his exploding spears I plunged my lightsaber into the head of the jaguar. It roared and cried out as Tulio yelled jump alongside Miguel.
(Somewhere Tzekel Kan gave shriek and clawed at his head in cross-eye agony. Having a woo look and drawing saliva)
I was somehow tossed onwards as I flew into the air as the Jaguar went down in lava. Landing perfectly and with style.
The two guys were panting. Tulio looked upwards and boy was he happy. Miguel had bright smile.
"Did we get him?"
I looked at him in absolute betrayal!
"Murphy heard"
The Jaguars head came up and I scooped up the two con artist and came straight into the Xibabalba area.
"You brought us here!?" Tulio complained.
"I brought us to vines!" I said firmly, wielding my blade in a ready stance. Looking intently into the dark.
And lo and behold the Stone Jaguar with a gaping hole in it's head (still sizzling) was unsteadily prancing towards us.
"I know what you are.." Green eyes going out.
"I know what you are not.." An utterance as Tzekel Kan came out from somewhere.
"And that you are not.." Here as his eyes return normal and bombastic face came up.
"DOGS!"
…
A cricket chirped.
"..What?" Tulio asked pointedly while still embracing Miguel.
"Diddly do gooder!" Tzekel Kan pointed his fingers to the sides.
"..Are you alright" Miguel asked in genuine concern.
I merely observed if he started going on about darkness and hearts he will be missing one head.
"..." Tzekel Kan merely rubbed his eyebrows and moaned slightly. Then looked up with slightly manic eyes and mournful pain.
"..I have been stabbed.." He said slowly. "In the head" He looked pleadingly at us. "Can you please give me a moment."
"..Sure" Tulio said slowly. Miguel nodded and made a zipline with his face.
"Thank you.." High Priest or rather former high priest stretched himself, breathed in and out and you might be asking why I was giving this guy time. Frankly I was just curious and I blame the Luke Skywalker teaching of me to be curious rather than sensible.
"Alright," He shrugged and looked as though he was addressing a meeting "Oh yes. GODS!" He fingered us in grinning glee (not that way you pervs).
Tulio raised an eyebrow as though pondering something deep and profound before twisting himself to see Miguel. He grabbed the blond. "Your not a god!" He pulled him closer. "You lied to me!?" Tulio gave a side nod to Tzekel Kan which Miguel gave an honest defensive look. Tulio took the hint and then acted with genuine emotion in it and huffed with indignation. "Ohhh great!" He put his hand in head while Miguel floundered to the side and pointed at Tulio while giving pleading look to priest.
"Hey, it was his stupid plan"
"What?" Priest was befuddled.
"My plan? My plan was that we lie low, your the one who wanted to go oh look at me I'm a god" Prancing around.
"Thats not true!"
"Look at you, your buying your own CON!"
"At least Im not dating mine!"
"Oh..oh low blow"
"What do you even need me for you got all the plans"
"Well maybe I don't need you anymore"
"Yes well you got the gold and Chel and I get to be happy is that fine"
"Fine by me pal"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Take that"
"Ohh"
"Take this!"
"Ouch!"
"And..three!"
WHAM!
"Tie him up!"
Bam Bah! Tzekel Kan put his arms up up in clawing action with green eyes. Rumbling we turned upwards as Jaguar jumped and headed straight towards us.
"JUMP!"
We skedalladed to side holding onto vines as Tzekel Kan realized his fuck up and screamed as the jaguars weight began breaking the bridge as we jungle vined to the back as the cat and priest went timber and a scream.
There was no body. Of course there was no body.
Laughter of the two men faded into silent awkwardness as we climbed together up. The entire city folk and chief were there and celebrated our victory. I pulled up Tulio as Miguel came up towards chief.
"Chief Tanni!"
Said person looked as Miguel was celebrated.
"I decided to stay"
"Well this is glorious" Chief had side smile and thoughtful pose in wonder before letting his arms out and bellowing. "Lord Miguel! Has decided to live among us!"
Cheers and lifting the man up, he looked back at us.
"Are you ok" Spoke Chel cupping Tulios cheek who was looking back.
"Im..fine"
I simply folded my arms and let the moment set in, my eyes searching the water, my senses feeling outwards and I looked outwards into the dark. Chittering.
I walked straight back to the temple. I needed answers.
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In the dark there was silence. In the dark there was possibility. In the dark there was..
"Here be dragons" I muttered, snap hiss as my lightsaber illuminated the area. Tarruhama looked nervously around his former masters place. A much cleaner room removing the incense. Undietary ointments and clearly unhygienic texture from a guy who dabbled in dark arts.
I know the hot take view; Mesoamerican society was all about sacrifice to secure order because they believe thats how society should function and such and that Tzekel Kan wasn't that evil. Forgetting that he seems to take sick enjoyment out of the whole process and the man next to me is an actual casualty in the film which I hope to gods he simply died and not have his soul sent to hell. Wait the Gods sent me text message from force; no worries he would've just died and his lifeblood was the catalyst.
So good for clearing that up.
"What?" My enthusiastic understudy for redemption said.
"A metaphor, for great winged lizards who bring fiery death to those threats and a cause to fight and oppose them" I shrugged my shoulders as I deactivated Lightsaber as he tilt his torch to it to light it.
"Meant to signify to us that we are about to go into places where danger resides. Still want to come?"
The man gulped and took a breath and looked at me steadily.
"I served the high priest for years. I did my duty and if my fate was to be sacrificed and used for…" He pointed to where the statue was. "Hurting people…" He scratched his head. "Why did the gods allow him to do this?"
Self reflection really increased his IQ.
"Oftentimes. The gods let mortals handle their own affairs." I looked up wanderingly and saw the cauldron hole. And a book. Picking up I scrolled through pages and thank force I was gifted in deciphering art teaching guide.
I stopped on the page where a jumping dark warrior was and wondered with a sense of irony that I became fitted in another story. I looked over the page of the stone jaguar and DreamWorks Moon Boy and I idly looked at Tarruhum
"They can't do all the work for us." I skimmed the pages until I found something that screamed plot significance and oh shit.
Mesoamerican artwork of a Heartless Emblem.
"Sometimes. The gods are doing things that are incomprehensible to us."
I shut the book.
"Like what?"
"Protecting our very fraught reality"
Why sacrifice a man when you can get premium access to the primordial fact of the universe!
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I had to adjudicate myself into the drama before it surges.
"Remember when I said we had big problem"
"Yes you did mention that" Miguel had yet to change in his divine cape and hat and earrings at the temple, the quiet silence was leaning into Elton Johns tune before I record scratch that.
"What were those?" Tulio said putting gold in bag before pulling out map, considered ripping it in half before I motioned him to stop and just leave it. It was still a good map and can be historical treasure in a few hundred years.
"Those. Were Heartless" I spoke grandly and with a bit of despondency.
"The what now?" Chel asked the right question.
"Better get the Chief here now because things are about to get really dicey and hopefully not too complicated.."
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"..Unreal" Miguel eyes widened as he sat down on pillow eating popcorn.
"Unlikely" Chel had her hand in cheek as she gazed wonderingly.
"Un..I don't even the know the proper word to describe what you just said" Tulio scratched his head. "I don't think Christianity could explain Father, Ghost and Holy Spirit more complicated than what you just said"
"Who are those three?" Chief had his hands on knees looking puzzled and concerned.
"Not something you have to worry about for.." I paused and looked at the roof in thought. "Not for a long time hopefully provided this place is absolutely self sufficient and can withstand the tide of modern machinery any. Disease"
"Oh there is no need to worry about the last one"
I blinked, Miguel and Tulio blinked and we looked at Chief blinking.
"I know this might sound a bit far off but there is this thing could antibody system and how it needs to adapt to new attacks by suffering them, most often times fatal and while the cure can be found there is a lot of outside world.."
"Bacta"
….
"...What?"
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The organic beetle that was in Star Wars Galaxy was here part of the mystic anthropologically diverse world of this Continent.
"And this. Mucus can heal anything.." Tulio wasn't sure what to say in the dark blue light cavern we found ourselves.
"Sap. It is. Sap" I said blandly.
Miguel blinked and looked with half lidded eyes. "Life finds a way"
"How do you know that referen- No never mind back to the planning board"
Snap back to reality!
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"So as you were saying..?" Tulio rolled his hands.
"We are dealing with an existential threat where we don't have a magical key that could deflect these guys popping in too much or seal the keyhole to this world because we are in a different multiverse"
"Can you explain that in English?"
"Oh trust me.." I wiped my hands sideways "You don't want me to go explicit"
"...I'm scared and sensible enough to not go into that" Tulio settled himself back. Miguel raised a hand.
"So where exactly this…keyhole be."
"Well its usually in the most place where you find a keyhole or a…" I stumbled off.
"Door" Chel said pointedly, looking at the map. The map that ends with a symbolic carving.
"..shit!"
BOOM!
We all turned outside to see smoke, and where there's smoke there is fire and where there is fire in South America there is..
"Cortez" Miguel whispered fearfully.
Then comes the scout with information of invading army and surprise surprise he lives Tzekel-Kan
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"Warriors! Prepare for Battle!"
"Chief! You cannot fight them!"
"Then how do we stop them"
"We.."
"Can" I butted in. I was dresed in full gear alongside Tarrumin who stood ready with spear and grit.
"How.." Chief looked at me as a warrior. Miguels misgivings fell away at my stare and eyes.
"Let me tell of a battle…in a place called Endor"
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You might be thinking the logistics involved in this operation, I had premonition and due to my foresight in matters I had trained with the army and learned they weren't merely ceremonial or security. They had been in war with other nations on this continent. Other stuff people take for granted as El Dorado was not simply a stationary paradise self sufficient on it's own.
Granted the ideal long term strategy would have been the original plan of destroying the pillars but there were was no guarantee that Tzekel Kan could use darkness to open gateway that I know so far, thankfully I can safely ascertain he was practicing only briefly and the gods might have been interfering with his efforts as much as they could which I hope I am imagining the danger greater than it actually is.
This world was on some sort of cartoon logic and having Bacta for the El Doradians changes the game-plan as I'm sure the Spaniards are either more constitutionally stronger than otl or they might have access to special stuff in other conquests. Either wasn't a good indicator that introducing them to native diseases and logistical sabotage as it took only three days for a fleet of ships from Madrid, Spain reached all the way to the New World. Everything must be accounted for.
So having everyone be prepared in defensive bottleneck at waterfall while I go forward in the jungle with an elite team (the Ball Player A-Team and Tarrahum) to cause mischief and harass the enemy.
Into the dark, into the noise of marching feet hunkered by metal and greed. Muskets and rapiers of vindictive pride. Against our spears and blades, against men who would die for their country. Their City. Their Home.
My instincts were right as the column of men lead by two pricks went under us as Eagle Tree light silhouette illuminate them like an ant morass (apologies to ants because these were less than. Ants make things, these men take)
I held my fist up, everyone was quiet in branches. There were horses yet no wagons which is just perfect for cartoon logic. No supply just walking hulks of flesh and metal (more metal than flesh as expected of cartoon caricatures)
You might be wondering what Master Oogway would think of my ill intent to harm, the shadows going over Cortez and Tzekel Kan rose and whispered in waves.
Of course the false Christian turned to Darkness, Who would've thunk it.
As the main column came to the middle I threw my fist down.
Rock fall. Force rock fall like meteors hitting the earth.
Bam! BOOM!
Wilheim Scream!
The other warriors were attacking and dragging people from behind the main force.
Speed. Surprise. Violence of Action.
In spur of action the vanguard team landed in the middle of dust and I ignited lightsaber, singular beam of white light and going like Maul Piledrive.
Corkscrew Backflip Palpatine Screech like a Banshee out of hell.
Physiological and Physical Terror in a whirlwind of direct fuck you.
Yeah we ball.
So like kicking them open like a bowling ball on pins we charged forward into confusion, panic and sheer destruction of Cortes army.
We go straight to the top!
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Cortez raised an eyebrow at the noise behind him, he grunted and continued forward, his instincts like that of a beast breathing and ignoring the gnat on his face. His heart and eyes set on the final objective ahead of him. No cold feelings reach him or any malignant malady of the soul could touch his god righteous mission.
For whom could stand in the way of Spain, Glory and Gold.
The Savage next to him pointed in the red mist of overhead, the sheer breadth of the world did nothing to him. All was material in the eyes of the believer and for the truly righteous the truth shall gleam an honest color.
A delightful gold.
His brow furrowed as more noise happened. His senses dulled as he thought he heard shouting behind him. He ignored such trivial concerns as the blackness surrounding his vision lengthened. His eyes searching in front of him. His sight unblemished and unclouded by the lies of the devil.
His men falling into potholes could not stop him, his horses throwing men off and running away did not deter him. The unmanful fear on his men was sacrilegious to his understanding. He growled and grasped his blade until finally he saw the enemy.
Who were waiting for them.
"They think they can match you?" the savage who called himself Tzekel Kan wondered aloud in puzzlement as though puppies got the temerity and anger to fight against humans their natural masters. A thought he would soon disprove in their arrogant heads.
"Soldiers, Prepare arms!"
He did not hear shuffling, he did not hear clicking and stocking. He did not hear the silent grunts of his disciples.
He did not hear the clocking of arabesques.
He turned left and right and found running and scattered grey shapes.
He stared.
The Savage stared.
Then Cortes eyes glowed yellow and the Darkness rose forth.
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I had deactivated my lightsaber as soon I was in clear distance of the shadow mans back.
"Turn Hellhound, Turn" I commanded.
He turned and through the overlay of waterfall I saw his helmet head and sheer hatred this man had for us all.
"..Infidel"
"Jedi"
He raised his blade and threw blades of materialized darkness at me. Snap Hiss I deflected them as blaster bolts, a blade of light cutting them in half. Sizzling after the water vapors surrounding us I walked forward towards the dark silhouetted man. Tzekel Kan had turnabout expression as though he was a little kid seeing Big Leagues going at it in football. As I came within distance I looked at Cortez.
"Your smaller than I thought you'd be"
The big man didn't say a word, he simply got down from his horse and whipped water away from it. His horse trotted off to the side as a dark aura came over the Spaniard.
"Every men whose lives you've taken was as carefully chosen as the disciples of Christ" His eyes flashed and pulled himself into stance. "And I will pass judgement on those who stand in my way"
I merely raised an eyebrow "No false Idols, for whom may it profit a man who attains the whole world at the cost of his soul"
Cortes was unblinking, the eyes of zealotry, greed, disdain for life all rolled in those eyes of a beast. I had no words, only the warming light of my blade as I readied my stance.
We charged together.
In watery rocks.
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It was a movement of Chinese fighting style against a wrathful fencing force, a beam of light against a metal wreathed in darkness. If this was a videogame he would have 3 or 3 and a half green health bar. Every armor joint was meant to protect the chest and less on sides, it seemed more show than practical ability.
Dark Energy more than made up to buff it but against the lightsaber it was like a metal container and I melted it with a fire welder. Boiling the man seemed a little bit overkill and tedious but he joined himself up to existential nightmare for power, wittingly or not (suckers bet its the latter)
Arm slashing, he pirouettes and I act like taking the blow into myself and used his force to deliver cut, he backs off and comes again stronger. He might not be the best fencer well actually he was mid at best and the aura of his terror was the only thing going for him. He wasn't some great commander or politition he was in actual history, just a little intelligent caricature no a bully. A self righteous hollistic thug with a good voice.
I don't fight myself, I let the calm rushing waters glide around me as I raised my blade, sparks and nature coiling around me. Cortes snarls and with a fiery fist of darkness he transforms into a metal shadow conquistador like giant. One Eyed Giant to be exact. With yellow eyes and big twisted mishmash of bull and heartless emblem.
A Heartless version of Ojáncanu. Interesting and niche design if you can imagine in your head.
I merely looked up at the overlarge thing (was that another scream from Tulio and Miguel) and said silently. Come as you may.
The Ojancanu weaved his its overlarge sword onto me as I glide around it and then the fucker pulls out a gun and bam! Force Flow around the big ass darkness bullet. Don't think I didn't account for bullshit because I know this FRANCHISE!?
I climbed and jumped zigzag on extended blade and jab jab jab. Lightsaber to the eye then boom! I was tossed into the air because it exploded! Where was the buildup what the hell force. I got myself into somersault roll and landed seat first on Altivo. No time for random explanation I kicked the sides of this mighty war beast.
"Heeyah!"
And like a knight on horseback against a dragon we galloped into the direction of a giant motherfucker who let loose giant motherfucking bullets out of guns. Shrouds of heartless surrounded us from impacts and I had to time this right.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Eyes closed, then opened with determination.
The sun begins to break through clouds. Like a ray of light on my blade and noble steed.
I am One with the Force and the Force is with me.
Eyes staring at the giant yellow orb, with one final trot leap, Altivo sensed my intentions and launched me as I jumped from saddle to piledriver. Like a Prayer- no Save that song for way down the line as the boat crashing music from music was more poignant and right for this moment.
My blade touched the eye and all went into Light!
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I came down in a warriors crouch, the sun revealing all to the world of natures beauty unveiled and light chased away darkness.
I arose and raise my blade in victory to the cheer and exaltation of the crowd.
The con artist were eating popcorn and some type of soda.
Tzekel Kan flopped away somewhere.
And I breathed in peace and victory and deactivated lightsaber
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