A Third Path vs Ultimate Evil.
A dark shadow is still looming over the universe.. An evil older than anyone being in existance.... Great wings and horns are seen in many a nightmare for those who know who he is..
" Hmm.. Malfegor failed me, pathetic fool. Then there was Karrthus who proved to be amusing, but his mind was just as frail. Maybe this new clone will do some of the bidding I need done. " a puff of smoke exhales from his nostrils magic glowing off each scale.
" What do you think Tezzeret?"
The crowd gathers slowly into the stadium. Everyone is anxious to finally see another round of the grand battle. With overwhelming rain in the area causing massive floods, things have been put on hold for far too long. The sun is shining bright above and the energy of a battle among powerful mages is growing.
" Ladies and Gentlemen. Boys and girls of all types, I am pleased to finally welcome you back to the stadium for another round of the Grand Battle! " the crowd roars to life cheering and waving battle flags in the air.
" Now for today's match we have two powerful mages. Let us welcome the first one. He uses very ancient magic and his name is Feldon of the Third Path."
From the tunnels below, the crowd sees a very old man come walking in to the stadium. A long beard and long hair both with gray. Very dated clothing and some form of artifact with him. He is sort of short and on the heavy side of things, hardly looking worthy of being called a powerful mage.
" Welcome Feldon, now let us welcome another old mage. He is known simply as Shadow. So without further ado, let us welcome him!"
The crowd all fall silent eager to see the next mage enter the stadium. A faint roar is herd in the distance. Then it grows loud shaking the stands and sending fear into everyone's heart. Everyone ducks for cover, there is only one thing in all of the multiverse that can make that noise. That can strike that much fear into you. A dragon!
Landing with great force everyone attempts to run for their life in a mad panic. It isn't just a dragon, it's him! Standing tall in the sunlight, great golden scales, curved horns holding a small gem or egg between them. There is no doubt, Nicol Bolas is now standing in front of thousands!
" SILENCE!" Echoes the great dragon of legend, waving a massive golden claw over all in the stadium. " You all will keep to your seats, and witness to your great honor my next victory in battle. Battling another is a great chance to flex one's power. " the smooth talking dragon soothes those in the stands. Everyone takes their seats and is paralyzed with fear.
" R-Right well then uh mages...CLASH!"
Feldon takes his place and stands seeming like an ant to the great evil dragon. He starts to glow channeling magic and starts things off. The artificer sends out the Elixir of Immortality and stands ready for what Bolas will possibly throw his way. With a chilling grin, the dragon only gathers some mana. Feldon sends forth Myr Sire to ready for an upcoming attack. Again nothing from the dragon, making everyone wonder what is he up to?
" Well so far things are off to a slow start for both mages. " the announcer and everyone else are all sitting on a knife's edge. Each at the ready to bolt out of the way from the unpredictable dragon.
Commander's Sphere s beside Feldon and his myr charges in to attack Bolas. still the dragon does nothing. Another attack on the dragon and then he makes everyone jump in their seats. Channeling some magic the dragon glows. Bolas sends out an ancient artifact named Runechanter's Pike. No one is aware of what the object could possibly do for the dragon though.
" Hah, I haven't seen that in many years Bolas. I don't dare question how it became a part of your collection. Knowing you , it is stolen from a sacred place and now has a dreadful curse upon it. " Feldon speaks, clearly he knows this piece and what it may have to do with Bolas's plan.
Brainstorm and now Bolas holds some key information to his ultimate goal of victory. Solemn Simulacrum stands with Feldon ready to attack. Bolas again takes some damage from the attack, and again does little to nothing. Feldon now stands with his small soldiers and awaits some form of retaliation. None comes from Bolas though. Myr Battlesphere is now teaming with power to attack the mighty dragon .
"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that Bolas is just not as strong as he once was or, he is toying with Feldon. " the crowd seems to be a whisper among themselfs attempting to decide if what was just said is true.
From out of no where, Bolas glows with great magic and makes his first move of the match. Clone comes forth for the dragon and now he has his own defense. A grin forms on the dragon after Feldon for once does nothing. The Pike is now being held by the cloned Myr Battlesphere. Everyone watches in amazement as the clone now is the strongest thing on the battlefield.
" For those who question what the Pike does, it simply gives what ever pawn I desire a small power boost equal to the number of spells I have used. " Bolas speaks with a calmness in his voice knowing things are about to turn in their battle.
Seems to be a stall in their battle for the time being. Feldon on a hunt for an answer to change things to his favor. Then he gets that answer. Eyes glowing red, magic surging though him Feldon smiles at Bolas.
" I do have an answer to all of this dragon versus dragon. Nicol Bolas meet my Balefire Dragon. " With flash of magic, Feldon brings forth his own dragon. A dragon that literally looks like it came from a terrible nightmare.
The crowd now cheers for the first time in the whole battle. The cheering comes to an abrupt hault however. People start to notice that the dragon isn't fearing an attack, he is grinning. Another flash of magic from Bolas. Zealous Conscripts stands with her master and now takes the Balefire from Feldon. The crow now watches stunned.
The brain washed Balefire now unleashes an attack with the cloned battlesphere at his own master. The attack leaves nothing but destruction. Clearing the battlefield on Feldon's side to a desolated waste land. Feldon reappears on the battlefield now filled with rage. Balefire now deals some damage to the dragon.
" Wow folks, it seems that you just can't predict everything that Bolas will do. Just when it seems like he is on the edge of defeat he can bring things back his way. What could he possibly do next though?"
Bolas just attacks with his clone and lets out a slight grin at his foe. A chump block and now Feldon is armed to end this battle once and for all. Feldon channels his powers and unleashes his unique ability, or so he thought. In an instant Feldon is bannished from the battlefield yet again. Bolas has unleashed the power of Terminate. He may have taken another blow from Balefire but it was not the death blow.
" Folks it just seems like Feldon is only moments away from wrapping things up here. You know I am starting to believe this is not the real Bolas. It would seem like the Nicol Bolas before us is just a clone of some kind. " The crowd now starts to talk between them each seeming to take in those words. Fear still on many faces as they start to think even deeper. If this is a clone displaying such cunning and powerful magic what could the real Nicol Bolas do?
Another grin on his face this time baring some teeth as Bolas sends out another pawn. Evil Twin stands by his master copying the Balefire Dragon now and keeping things in check yet again. Feldon appears again determined to finish this little game. Bolas glares at his foe daring him to make a move. Feldon stands and suddenly remembers something very important. Nicol Bolas doesn't have much life left and he has had the perfect spell to end it. Channeling some mana and glowing a bright read, Feldon readys his spell.
" You are a tough one, but this little game is mine clone of Nicol Bolas. Yes I have known you were a clone the whole time. Only a clone would lake the real power of Bolas. Here is the final blow to you!"
Feldon unleashes his magic and with it the spell Slagstorm is unleashed onto them. The spell does just enough to end their little game. The clone that was Nicol Bolas now seems to literally melt before everyone's very eyes. It is over and it was just a clone.
Feldon retreats back down the tunnels hearing the crowd roar to life finally behind him.
" Everyone Feldon has advanced and put an end to the terror that was a clone of Nicol Bolas! What exciting battle will we see next round?"
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