Creative Corner

@MizuKuma [img]http://i.imgur.com/UIO9rwR.png[/img] I took the crazy scifi/fantasy route for this challenge... [b]They told me not to walk into the office, but I did.... [/b] Inside was my enemy Dualsephol. His staff flashed and his eyes glowed like embers. The final battle had begun. I charged at him screaming and blasting him with blue orbs of energy which he deflected with a twirl of his staff, flinging my projectiles into the walls and blasting the office to smithereens. He leaped into the air and hovered there taunting me. I flew after him, keeping up my barrage of attacks, pushing him back into the wall of the skyscraper behind us. Our battle was devastating the city. Dualsephol lifted up a billboard and flung it at me, but I activated my shielding and punctured a hole through the thing leaving it hurtling behind me to crash onto the bridge. I swore an oath long ago that I would not cause direct harm to humans, but thankfully unavoidable casualties in the heat of battle did not count against my oath. Spinning though the air I wrapped energy around myself creating a whirlwind of blue aura which I set loose at Dualsephol. He was thrown back through the sky but quickly recovered and laughed at my attack. He was surprised, however, by my returning smile “it wasn’t meant to hurt you” I boasted “It was meant to move you.” His eyes widened in shock as he realised that he was in the centre of a Shamulen Triode marked across the sky. “NOOOOOO” he bellowed as he was sucked into the great spinning vortex. I flew quickly away from destruction. I knew I didn’t have much time, even then I felt my powers fading. My mission was complete and now I had to live with the dubious privilege of spending the rest of my days on the planet I saved. It was the fate of all successful Trandaides. I was so focused on my mission of destroying Dualsephol that the thought of life afterwards never occurred to me. My powers were now spent and I landed clumsily by some docks. In the typical fashion of this small wet planet the sky seemed fit to start drenching me with a downfall of water, ‘rain’ they called it. I spotted a building with warm lights and headed to it. Peering through the window to get a better look I saw humans drinking and watching a screen with my face on it, with words slowly creeping their way across the bottom of the image saying “wanted” and “international menace”. It was then that one of the burley humans noticed me. He looked at me, signalled his friends and they left the building coming into the rain as another engaged his communication device and called for backup. Even now, powerless, I could still take them, but they were humans, and I was forbidden from harming them, so my remaining option was fleeing. [b]That's how I wound up here, stuck in this shipping crate, on the run from Interpol. [/b]