The Park (Open for Shades/Dusks)

The dragon and my maddened self were staring at each other, locked in a contest of superiority. Neither backing down from the other's piercing gaze, but still taut with prepared muscle and mental capacity.

"Arronnndiiight..."

The beasts gaze widened, the unholy light spilling from its iris's dying the smoke left from the clones a bloody red color. The area around me felt perverse suddenly, a terrible amount of pressure attacking me from all areas, trying to crush me in my suit of armor. I could feel the sickened pride as my right arm raised up, anger and resentment taking form into what was once a beautiful blade... The shadows of For Someone's Glory escaped my body, conforming into the shape of Arondight. My black armor was now visible, and reflected the red light that was spilling from the Draegon.

Now... A matter of that armor...

The energy that filled the area suddenly was immense, and I just had enough time to leap over the source- before it hit the dragon in the dead center of its chest.

Basaka, don't turn on him. Don't do it, you know he was helping, Y-

The resounding explosion broke off the thought, sending me flying near Markus. Angling my body, I landed just right- only to find myself staring toward Loben as though he were some enemy, the orange tendrils coming off of his body angering me further, seeing it as a fiery threat.

"RRRRRNNNNNAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHHH"

I was lunged toward him, screaming practically in his face before my vision clouded with red, and my gaze snapped to the right- onto the now shrieking Draegon. The wings were now darker, angling out with defensive spikes comprised of shadow and storm. If I could've cursed, I would have. The plating that once stood prominent over its chest was now crushed inward, spiderwebs of cracks covering the entire diamond shaped plate.

"RAUGH!"

I shoved Markus down, just as a blast of pure shadow radiated from the monster. The ground beneath us shook as I covered my glowing friend with my body, the shadows scorching my back without truly damaging it.

Physical darkness... This entity is actually using its body as its attacking source, without using it... Does that mean that it spreads out its physical form, or that it manipulates the shadows to do some form of whip-like la-

I was knocked off of Markus, toward the beast. Shadows converged once again, to show a roaring Draegon opening its maw full of fire towards us. Arondight tight in my hand, I ran toward the beast, gritting my teeth as I focused every ounce of anger I currently had on it.