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[i]Zell found himself, stood in an unending void of pure, impenetrable blackness.

"Tuh, fe'fucks sake," he breathed quietly annoyed.  He was not amused.

He looked down at his bare chest and every injury he'd gotten since waking up in the stone coffin, was open and bleeding profusely.  Stab wounds, slash wounds, bruising from every hit.  Blood even filled his mouth and spilled down his chin.  The back of his head was leaking too.

"Weak," came a voice from the void that seemed to surround him.  "Weaker than all of your friends."

The physical pain was only bearable because he knew it wasn't real.  He was dreaming.  However, the words from the voice cut him a little.

"Are we really gonna do this every-fucking-time I take a nap?" Zell said to the void.  "Nothing better to do, eh?  Lonely?  All cooped up inside that sword."

"You're supposed to protect them.  To be their shield.  But you are weak."

Zell sighed just like his expression - bored.  Very bored.  Inside though, he couldn't deny the truth of Baphomet's words.

"Everyday that passes, you fall further and further behind.  Without this sword - without ME - you'd be a passenger. A burden to carry."  Baphomet's voice was low in pitch, deep, rough, laryngealized, gutteral.  "This sword - by merely containing a piece of me.  A slither - is so much more capable than you realize."

"Oh yeah?" Zell sounded interested.

"If you merely embrace it... in combination with your Ascension, it could put you beyond them.  Beyond all.  Zigmund: The one who held it before you.  He was strong.  But his limits were apparent.  His ceiling, visible.  You, however, have no ceiling that I can see.  You are unique in that.  Limitless potential.  You could be something that this world has never seen."

All the blood suddenly reversed back into his body.  Then his injuries closed up.  Zell opened and closed his fists as he suddenly felt power surging through him.  He was overflowing with Source and it felt amazing.

"Alright," the Englishman said.  "If it gives me the power I need... I'm in."

"Embrace the sword.  Embrace me.  And I shall return the favor."

"Ha!  You idiot, you thought it'd be that easy?  Go fuck yourself, you freak." Zell threw his head back and laughed forcibly loudly.  "You fucking dummy HAHAHA You need to work on your pitch, mate HAHAHA."

Zell could feel himself waking up, so he took a step forward, narrowed his eyes and pointed his finger at the void.  "Take your little devil dick, yeah... and stick it up your fucking arse."

"Until next time..." were the last words from Baphomet.  So patient.  So persistent.  So certain.  "...Zell Brooks."[/i]



[Colour=Pink]"THE NINJA IS HERE!!!"[/colour]

Zell groaned as he rolled onto his back and rolled once more to be out of the bed and onto his feet.  "Crap," he cursed quickly rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Fortunately for Zell, he was in full armour, sword still strapped to his back and everything.  When he found the personal quarters of Jon Gringot, he was so tired he just collapsed face first onto his bed and was alseep in seconds.  So he was up and out of the room expediantly.

Unfortunately for Zell, he did not recognise where he was or how he got there, making [i]actually getting out[/i] to the temple entrance a much longer task than urgency required.  "Crap!"

After running into twenty different rooms, he finally found the kitchen and managed to get his bearings.  Into the main corridor he flew and sprinted down the corridor, about to run into the entrance hall when the whole place came crumbling down with an explosion.  Zell flew backwards and hit the ground hard.  "Ugh!"

The battle had already started.  He got up with a string of curse words, anger flaring within as he could just imagine Baphomet laughing at his incompetence.  Again, forward he flew, clambering through a gap in the double-doorway covered with peices of building.  Scrambling up, finding spots between the stone pieces to squeeze through.  At one point in the mess, he got his boot stuck.  At another point, he had to double back and find another way through the destruction.  When he finally found himself through and atop the mountain of rubble, he saw the everyone.  Including the man he'd promised to decapitate.  "Rrrrrrrgh!"

Reckless as ever, he sprinted down the uneven, jagged stone and straight into battle, a fair distance behind Fenna who was rushing in for an attack.

"ZIGMUUUUND!!!!"

So incredibly angry.  Sure, Zigmund deserved the disdain.  Deserved fury.  But this was not controlled.  Zell was out of his mind.  Red was all he could see.

This was no way to fight. Not even your worst enemies.

Nonetheless, he swooped in, drew the sword off his back, found a gap between his friends to get at Zigmund and leapt into wild swings.