“WHERE THE THRACK IS HE?!?!” BRAAKO RAGED as he now hovered above the mostly empty Grand Stage area that was now devoid of most of the city’s citizens, Voltairan Knights, and the emperor himself.
Gritting his cracked teeth, Braako shouted, “URGH… THRACK YOU, APOLLOX! YOU THRACKING SKOGGER!!!!”
As Braako screamed and shouted high above the Grand Stage area with the rain pelting down upon him he was suddenly caught off guard by a rather ‘familiar’ voice.
“BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
With his heavy, dark circled and horrifically bloodshot, nearly swollen-shut eyes widened, jaw dropped, and blood running cold in his veins, Braako muttered in a pure mixture of shock and fear, “Mag…”
WHAM!
CRASHING into Braako’s lower back was Magnus, who sent him flying down towards the Grand Stage.
Causing the Grand Stage to implode and splinter, Magnus drove both of his feet down into Braako’s back.
Hopping off of Braako’s back, Magnus hovered backwards in midair as Braako already tried to push himself back upward.
“ON YOUR FEET, ‘BROTHER’ BRAAKO,” Magnus mocked whilst still glowing like a radiant sun.
Losing his balance, Braako fell down again on his face, causing Magnus to shout, “I SAID ON YOUR THRACKING FEEEEEEET!!!”
Latching onto Braako with his telekinesis, Magnus brought his enemy up on his feet.
Spinning him around with arms held out in a ‘T’ pose, Magnus locked eyes with the maddened Commanding-Leader of the now ‘all destroyed’ Galactic Deciders of the Voltairan Empire.
“The time for your fate to be decided… YOUR FINAL FATE has come, Braako,” Magnus angrily gritted, causing the insane decider to glare at him.
“URGH… TIS WHAT YOU THINK… URGH… GUH… OATH-BREAKER!!!” Braako roared as he hit Magnus with a powerful burst of telekinetic force, only causing him to slide back across the ground into the middle of the empty crowd area.
Members of the former crowd of citizens who had still not fled the area turned around and watched as the two last remaining Galactic Deciders faced off against one another for the final time.
Tightening his fists and hunching his back, Magnus glared at Braako, who hovered forward to shout, “WE COULD’VE RULED THE GALAXY, OATH-BREAKER! THE KNOWN UNIVERSE!!! TOGETHER! TOGETHER!!!!!!!!”
“No. That is where you are WRONG, Braako!” Magnus shouted back, “EVERYTHING that you have done in my absence; the COUNTLESS ATROCITIES and ‘WORLD-BREAKINGS’ you have committed ends NOW! And your ‘grand punishment’ awaits you…”
Clenching his jaw, Braako shouted, “Really? It ‘awaits’ me, does it? Tis what you thracking think?! RAH!!!”
Thrusting himself at ‘full-force’ towards Magnus, Braako went to take his head off with one single punch, but Magnus used his own enhanced speed to narrowly dive out of his way.
As Braako flew past his ‘former’ position in confusion, Magnus zeroed-in on a nasty, golden ichor-like blood oozing gash that was in the Commanding-Leader of the Galactic Decider’s right thigh.
MENTALLY DIGGING into the wound with his telekinesis, Magnus latched an ‘invisible hand’ around Braako’s Femur.
Braako felt a strange ‘gripping’ sensation occurring inside of his right thigh as he flew forward still and was about to check on it until…
CRAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Braako cried out in eardrum-shattering pain after Magnus had brutally snapped his Femur bone in half with his telekinesis.
Falling down to his left knee, Braako immediately clutched his hand around his right thigh where a part of his broken Femur jutted out of his skin and muscle tissue.
Upon touching his leg, another rush of burning and stabbing pain rocked his broken limb, causing Braako to cry out once more.
Whilst the former Commanding-Leader of the Galactic Deciders continued to wail in excruciating pain on the ground in the rain, Magnus, along with all the still-remaining few couple dozen citizens, watched Braako wallow in his indescribable torment.
Magnus remained silent as he watched surprisingly tearful Braako try to stand on his broken right leg, but he only broke the bone even more.
Braako now fell to the ground, on his bottom, screaming and slobbering like a ‘childling’ as Magnus and the surrounding citizens continued to watch him.
Leaping to the City Square area was Kaze, who disregarded Magnus’s order so he could aid him in his fight against Braako, but the nearly ‘planet destroying’ fight was over… FINALLY OVER.
Kaze, along with everyone else, all watched in shocked silence as Braako continued to cry and scream like a childling while sitting in the rain.
Fighting through his pain, Braako looked to the World-Breaker and spouted through his tears, “Urgh… Guh… Luh-Look what you have done, Oath-Breaker! LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE THRACKING DO-- AGH!!!”
As Braako contended with another rush of pain, Magnus said in a calm tone of voice, “Your reign of terror upon this world and countless other worlds is over, Braako.”
“Urgh… No… No, no, no. URGH-GAH! NOOO!!!!!”
“Yes, Braako… YES.”
Still reeling from his broken Femur, Braako still looked across the empty crowd area and said, “If… If it is truly over, Oath-Breaker… THEN END IT.”
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Magnus narrowed his eyes as Braako continued, “Guh-Go on, Oath-Breaker. End it. URGH… GUH… END IT! THRACKING END IT!!!”
While Braako dealt with another rush of pain that emanated from his broken leg, Magnus just watched him in silence… Sorrowfully.
Once the pain had passed, Braako tearfully asked, “WHAT?! MERCY?! Is that what ‘this’ is?! THRACKING MERCY?!?!
“Did you show her mercy?” Magnus asked with a lowered brow whilst heavy rain continued to shower down upon him.
Hearing this, Braako scrunched his brow in confusion as Magnus continued, “Did you show any of them mercy? KAI? XAN? RAYVEN? ANORA???”
Braako remained shockingly silent now as the World-Breaker pressed, “DID YOU SHOW ANYONE THAT YOU HAVE EVER KILLED IN YOUR WHOLE WRETCHED AND VILE LIFE-CYCLE MERCY, BRAAKO?! DID YOU?!!!”
“Urgh… Duh-Did you???” Braako asked through his pain, silencing Magnus instantly. “Heh, heh… Urgh… Did you, Magnus… BREAKER OF WORLDS. Huff… Huff… DID YOU?!?!”
“No… I did not,” Magnus responded as he thought about all of the worlds and life-cycles that he destroyed during his cursed ten cycles as a Galactic Decider of the Voltairan Empire… A pawn of Emperor Voltair in his quest for total galactic conquest.
Seeing the broken look in the World-Breaker’s eyes, Braako sneered as his leg started to go numb, “You see, Oath-Breaker… MAGNUS… We are one in the same, you and I. Urgh… Guh… One in the thracking same.”
Magnus now locked his eyes back on Braako, who continued, “We are destroyers. Destroyers of life. Tis what we ALWAYS were. Right from the very thracking beginning of it all. We did not have a ‘choice’ or ‘say’ in it. We never did…”
“No… WE DID NOT,” Magnus gravely replied as he looked downwards again.
Feeling teardrops rolling down his cheeks for the first time in his thirty cycle long span life-cycle,
Braako raised his right hand and caught one on his fingertips.
Looking over the teardrop, which immediately became lost in the rain, Braako smirked… And then immediately frowned as he finally came to the realization that this very moment was, in fact, the end and that his life-cycle and everything he did in it; the loyalty, the servitude, and the BREAKINGS had all been for nothing… THRACKING NOTHING.
“Urgh… Ugh… You… You said that we were ‘lied’ too,” Braako said, gaining Magnus’s attention again. “All of us… Lied to by the emperor, yuh-yes?”
“Yes,” Magnus nodded sorrowfully. “WE WERE.”
Narrowing his tear-filled eyes, Braako said with his chin now held high, “WHO SHALL AVENGE US? Ugh… Guh… Who shall it be? Urgh… Ugh… You… OR I?”
Magnus remained silent.
After a long pause between himself and the World-Breaker, Braako nodded whilst smirking, “Very well. Heh, heh… Vuh-Very well. I guess it shall be I… URGH… GAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!”
Harnessing all of his remaining power, Braako suddenly levitated high into the Voltairan Skyways.
Calling up on his own ‘World-Breaking’ ability, Braako, with whitened eyes and his own ‘protective force-field’ of glowing gravitational energy surrounding himself, began to let his telekinesis flow through every single inch of planet Voltaira.
Once his telekinetic ‘fingers’ had twisted and tangled their way all through Voltaira right down to its very core, Braako began to tear it apart.
With the ground beginning to crackle and stormy skies swirling and darkening even more than they already were, Braako let out a ‘monstrous sounding’ war cry.
A war cry that was soon ended by a ‘strange feeling’ that occurred within Braako’s own body.
A tearing feeling.
A ripping feeling.
A feeling that Braako had ‘inflicted’ upon several others but had never been inflicted upon himself.
With his eyes no longer glowing and dark veins in his face rising up through his skin, Braako cracked a slight smirk before…
SPLATTER!!!!!!
Having broken Braako into a ‘splattering of golden bloody mist and meat-chunks’ all the way from his place down on the ground was Magnus, who had his right palm aimed up towards the direction of where Braako had once hovered.
“RAXX,” Kaze gasped in shock after witnessing the infamous World-Breaker break the last of his ‘indoctrinated siblings’.
Magnus was now the last living member… AND ERADICATOR of the whole Crixan Race.
With the rain still falling down upon him, and everyone else that still inhabited City Square, along with thunder and lightning crashing and crackling overhead, Magnus thought he would feel something, a ‘small’ something after accomplishing his mission of ‘stopping his former fellow teammates/siblings’ from wreaking ‘ungodly havoc’ all across the galaxy, but instead… He felt nothing.
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
As Magnus remained standing alone in the empty crowd area whilst the couple dozen remaining citizens fled in terror of his ‘breaking of Braako’, staring blankly off into the skyways, appearing out of the storm clouds overhead was a massive Voltairan Astro-Heavy Freighter.
Magnus then lowered his brow along with Kaze as they glared up at the rapidly descending astro-vessel.
Once the Astro-Heavy Freighter had landed, Magnus caused his eyes to glow once more as Kaze leapt over to his position.
“I thought I told you to ‘go’?” Magnus gritted to Kaze who stood off to his right.
“Yeah, you did… But I didn’t,” Kaze defiantly replied.
Magnus ignored this as the now ‘grounded’ Heavy Freighter’s underbelly located loading ramp slowly descended.
Hustling down the ramp a few milli-cycles later was…
“LERO,” both Magnus and Kaze said aloud in shock as the rannukan came jostling over to their position.
“I FOUND A SHIP!” Lero clamored after meeting with the World-Breaker and young Jorrakan. “I found a ship to take the slaves off-world in! She be a beauty, yes???”
“She’s… something,” Kaze said awkwardly as he looked over the rusted astro-vessel.
“I found her down in the Secret Hangar Bay beneath the Scrap Zone after you left,” Lero said to Kaze before turning to Magnus. “Thrack, Mags. You look like raxx.”
“I feel like raxx,” Magnus coldly responded.
Lero nodded as he said, “I see… Well, what of ‘the others’? The other Deciders. Where are…”
“GONE,” Magnus shuddered, causing Lero’s eyes to widen.
“Guh-Gone?” Lero stammered.
Magnus nodded.
“All of them?” Lero asked curiously.
“ALL OF THEM,” Magnus gritted as he thought about how he, along with Kaze, finished off
the last of the remaining Galactic Deciders of the Voltairan Empire.
Looking around the empty crowd area, Kaze asked, “So, now that all of those ‘Decider-Thrackoids’ are zeroed, what are we to do now?”
“STAY HERE,” Magnus ordered Kaze as he turned around to face in the direction of his final obstacle: THE ROYAL HOUSE OF VOLTAIR.
The World-Breaker then glared hatefully at the emperor’s ‘golden palace’ that was protected by ‘gilded gates’ and ‘a whole thracking army’.
“The emperor,” Kaze gasped as he too looked at the Royal Palace. “You’re going after Voltair… Aren’t you?”
“I am going to finish this,” Magnus gritted. “ONCE AND FOR ALL.”
“Go on then, Mags,” Lero nodded, gaining a quick glance from his former charge. “Finish it.”
Magnus narrowed his eyes before turning them back on the golden palace... Glaring upon its gilded outsides in seething and burning hatred.
