Phoenix stared Circus down, eyes glowing with hatred. Circus' face was similar, yet darker. “So, are you here to avenge Derek?” Circus asked him, a cruel leer on his face. “You bet I am, you bastard!” Phoenix shouted back, gripping his sword and shield tightly. “Swearing won't get you anywhere,” smirked Circus, and he held his hand out in front of him. A Shadow Ball blasted forth, and was blocked by Phoenix's Force Field Shield. He unsheathed his sword, and Circus glared at it. “That's Derek's blade...” he muttered, and felt his chest for the old wound. He glared. “Don't think an old sword can defeat me!” “Old it may be, but it injured you once,” Phoenix replied, and struck, nearly cutting Circus in two, who jumped back. Slowing down time, he quickly ran towards Phoenix, a Shadow Ball in each hand. “Say your prayers!” he said, and releasing his control on time, put his hands together, merging the Shadow Balls, and blasting a full force Shadow Wave. Phoenix, luckily, was still holding his Force Field Shield, which put up a barrier to block most of the attack, leaving Phoenix only just harmed. “That shield of yours has got to go...” Circus held a hand stretched out next to him, hand unclenched. A dark shadow, long and sharp, appeared in it, and solidified to reveal a scythe. He slashed down, without warning, right through flesh and bone. Phoenix's shield was not the only thing to fall to the ground. With a shout of pain, Phoenix fell on his knees, clutching his wrist. “Yet another warrior that falls at my feet,” Circus laughed, and raised his left hand, straight at Phoenix. 'Good bye, old friend.' An explosion of energy emerged, and Phoenix was no more...
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