I've always wanted to be like Floyd Lorence. My best friend has turned into the icon of the world. That sword of his changed his life for the better. While I remain on the sidelines, trying to be a football star. Though, with Floyd constantly being looked upon by others. Nobody ever looks down to his best friend as the sidekick or the AzLean Soldier's friend. 

 

They could care less about me. While sure it's nice to get people asking me about my status with Floyd. That's sadly not enough to make me satisfied. It started to really bug me when Floyd made the idea to go to space to stop aliens. For as scary as that thought is. That's much more exciting than being some football star. 

 

Nowadays, people are constantly talking about the aliens and the mysterious spaceship. Football has reduced in casual conversations, and it's now only people talking about how aliens will come back. Nothing about Football anymore, and it deeply upsets me. Which is why when I was given the chance to be like Floyd, I took it. 

 

When Floyd left earth, the Robanian noticed my sadness. He offered me a chance to be like Floyd, but to let him free to show me what he had in store. I only asked what the cost would be. Though, he did say that there were no strings attached. It only came out to be a trap in the end. 

 

As soon as I freed him, he led me to where he had a spare weapon ready. He referred to it as the Life Reaper clothing. When a person wears it, it empowers them to take on whoever they desire without any issue. I knew that the staff would be a perfect fit for me. I wasn't going to let Floyd be the only hero in this story. 

 

It's not fair that my friend gets to be famous. While I remain on the sidelines with nothing to show for. As soon as I put on the clothing and picked up the staff. The Robanian decided to take the chance to possess me and use me for his own schemes. Everything I did up to this point wasn't my intention. I wanted to help Floyd defeat aliens. 

 

Though, now I was beginning to realize my mistake. The power of the staff was slowly killing me everytime I used it. I can feel the dark energy slowly consume my veins. It hurts, but it was only an obstacle to face. Though, now I believe that it's too late for me. I chose to be like Floyd, but at the cost of my own life. 

 

I'm not going to let the poison kill me. Instead, what I want to kill me is the victory in my first battle. Even if my power doesn't match my opponent. It doesn't matter to me. Though, as I stood here slowly gaining back my consciousness. I realize what I must do now. Floyd is trying to tell me to go with him to come back to earth. 

 

I don't want to though. I know Floyd wasn't going to let me take a swing at it. My consciousness fully regained control of my body and I found myself in front of Floyd. Shaking me to try and gain my attention. "Wh-what's going on?" 

 

"Thank goodness, are you feeling alright?" Floyd sounded concerned for me, but I nodded my head. 

 

"I'm fine, just a headache coming in." I grabbed my forehead as I felt a rushing pain coming into my head. "Ah! That hurts." 

 

"Come on, I can get you back home." He starts to lead the way to the doorway. I try to follow him, but only pretend to convince him I'm coming. As soon as he walked out of the doorway and into the hallway. I stopped myself and turned around to face Hank and the Grandmaster. 

 

I watched Hank get himself pummeled by Grandmaster's power. Hank didn't seem to be looking good as the Grandmaster was beating him mercilessly. I was beginning to grow the temptation of stepping in. I saw the staff laying on the floor near Grandmaster. The black energy slowly grew around it as I felt myself going toward it. 

 

That's when I saw the Grandmaster punch Hank in the liver once more. Only this time, Hank groaned in immense pain. He fell onto his knees, catching his fall with his hands. The axe fell beside him as Hank faced the floor. Blood poured out of his mouth and nose. The Grandmaster slowly approached him, before using his hand to chop down to his neck. Causing Hank to fully lay flat on the floor, supposedly unconscious. 

 

"You sicken me." Grandmaster admitted with a hateful but calm tone. "I left you alive for a reason. However, you have chosen to throw that away." Grandmaster reached out his hand and formed a sharp object into it with his purple magic. He started to raise it up into the air, ready to strike Hank's neck. 

 

That's when I realized the opportunity and chance. I rushed over with as much speed to my staff. As soon as I grabbed it, I leaped ahead toward the front of Grandmaster. As soon as he slashed it down, I held my staff up above to block it. He clanged against the staff, my teeth fully showing as I growled. Using as much force to push him back. 

 

"How dare you." Grandmaster says with a frightening tone. 

 

"I'd rather you kill me instead." 

 

"You want to be killed over him? Interesting, I respect your brave decision." He uses his other hand to punch me in the side of the neck. I felt intense pain from it, but I didn't let it stop me. I started to harness the dark energy within, and begin to spurt it out against Grandmaster. 

 

He reacted with surprise, using his free hand to swing them off of him with his purple magic. Then, I used the dark magic to increase my force. Which allows me to successfully push him away, then swing toward him. The dark magic swirled around Grandmaster's face to cover his vision. Giving me the chance to take a couple shots. 

 

Unfortunately, even with this. The grandmaster was successfully blocking my attacks. My staff was hitting the armor pieces around his arm. Nothing happens when I do this, but I keep trying. Letting the energy increase my speed and force even more. Though, even this was futile. 

 

It's not long until he forms purple magic in his fist. Creating a large hammer with magic surrounding the top of it. He swings it downwards upon me and hits the floor. Causing me to be shot up into the air, before getting pummeled by his other fist. I get shot several feet away by the intense force, hitting a wall. 

 

I look up, but notice Grandmaster leaping onto me. I react just barely to escape, watching him smash through the wall that lead into the hallway. I catch my fall with my hands, before quickly getting up on both feet. That's when Grandmaster smashes through the wall again and leaps to me once more. 

 

I try to use the staff to block the attack. However, Grandmaster uses his large hammer to blast it into the floor. Resulting in me losing my energy to keep me going. I take a couple steps back as I watch him stand up on his feet. Looking down upon me like a giant. My heart begins to pump fast from the terrifying sight of him. 

 

"I do respect you for taking a stand." He slowly begins to approach me, but I continue stepping back. I was beginning to regret my decision. "But just so you know, I haven't even been using my full power. I'm just casually enjoying the fight." My back eventually touches the wall, leaving me with no other ideas on what to do. 

 

Then, I looked in between his legs toward the staff that was behind him. That's when I got an idea. "Now, for you to die!" He reaches his arm above him. Though, he quickly punches into the wall where I was. I dodge out of the way by rolling beneath his legs and behind him. I grab the staff and I swing the blade around his right arm. The same one he attempted to kill me with just seconds ago. 

 

Grandmaster was shocked by this, but before I could do the other. He once again pummels me with his other fist. Only this time, it was enough to break the staff in half and push me to the other side of the room. I felt my bones crack, as soon as my head hits the wall. I spit out tons of blood, and I begin sliding down the wall. Though, this wasn't the last attack he did. I quickly felt a sharp blade penetrate my chest. 

 

I look down to my chest, and notice that it was part of the staff. I begin to feel myself slowly begin to bleed out. The pain was so immense, that it started to cause me to be incapable of speech. I felt blood coming up my throat and causing me to choke. I couldn't feel my body now, and I felt myself beginning to black out. 

 

The Grandmaster chuckles from the other side of the room. "How does that feel?" He walks over in front of me, his right arm completely decapitated. "You might've been able to cut my arm off. Though, I'll have you know that I've had this happen before once. So, this isn't new for me." 

 

I saw that no blood was dripping out of his wound. It confused me, but I was in so much pain that I couldn't think of a proper explanation. My head falls down and I face the floor. Blood dripped all over my clothes and body. The Grandmaster chuckles again in satisfaction of his own victory. That's when I black out entirely, and pass out.