Subject: [FFML] [Ranma/Mega X-Over] Dark Crucible - Part 2
From: "Jitou" <pach001@info.com.ph>
Date: 11/26/1999, 3:22 AM
To: "FFML" <ffml@fanfic.com>

Strange, no posts to the list for a while. Oh well,
perfect time to post. If you missed anything, you
can get it from:
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If you're confused, try out the Dark Crucible Manual
http://www.geocities.com/jitou.geo/dx-info.zip


[jitou@geocities.com]
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The Dark Crucible
Mega Crossover
Episode 2 v1.2 
"A Crossing of Paths"
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               Kuno,   Ukyo  and  Akane  stood  in  the  now  deserted
          schoolyard,  surrounded by a wide plethora of  beasts.  Each
          beast  was  different and varied. Some  were  bestial,  like
          wolves  or tigers. Some were hideous, distorted features  of
          humanoid    derivation.   Some   were    simply    horrific,
          indescribable beyond the imagination of mortal men. Some had
          claws,  some  had fangs, some had both, while others  simply
          looked ugly. What they all had in common, however, was  that
          they all seemed intent on rending the three humans limb from
          limb.
               "Fear  thee not, fair Akane, for mine prowess in battle
          is  legendary. Not a single foe shall lay its  filthy  claws
          upon thine magnificent elegance!" Kuno declared.
               "Will you just shut up?" Akane retorted angrily.
               "Sorry to break into your interesting dialogue, but  we
          have  a slight problem here." Ukyo noted. The pack of beasts
          attacked.
               "You  will  pay  for your insolence!!!"  Kuno  drawled,
          indifferent to the fact that his opponents probably did  not
          understand  a  word  he was saying. He dashed  forward,  his
          boken  flashing  quickly, precisely,  angrily.  The  mob  of
          demons  were cut down as they came. Still, there were dozens
          upon dozens of them, and Kuno, although showing great skill,
          could not hold them all back.
               "Looks   like  the  Blue  Thunder  needs  help."   Ukyo
          remarked,  taking out several small spatulas into her  hand.
          Having  lost  her large spatula, she had to  resort  to  her
          smaller  ones.  Ukyo  leapt into  the  air  and  tossed  her
          projectiles in a sweep of her hand. Several of the  monsters
          in the tide fell down, clutching their throats.
               Still,  there were too many of them. A handful came  up
          to  Akane, teeth bared and claws flailing. A look of madness
          was in their eyes.
               "Get  away from me, you freaks!" Akane cried,  smashing
          her  fist  into one, sidestepping the lunge of another,  and
          sweeping her feet across the others.
               "Not only is she beautiful, but she possesses the heart
          of  a  tiger; fierce, bold and deadly! How righteous it  was
          that  she  doth  grace this earth!" Kuno  rescinded,  amidst
          bashing an incoming horror in the face.
               "Shut  up  and  watch  what you're doing,  baka!"  Ukyo
          snarled.
               As if on cue, one of the little buggers crept up behind
          Kuno  as he disemboweled a ferocious rat-like demon (not  an
          easy  feat with a boken -- a testament to the Blue Thunder's
          strength <heheh>). The sneaky little thing took a swipe  and
          scored  a  long  gash against Kuno's back  with  its  claws,
          rending clothing and flesh alike.
               Kuno  snarled  in pain, bashing his boken  against  the
          offender's  little head, but his momentum had been  stopped.
          The  horde  of  monsters howled with fury and renewed  their
          attack.
          
               ***
          
               The  princess Rune Venus sat in the palace  gardens,  a
          wan  look  disturbing the serenity of her face. The princess
          was  beautiful, many ballads had been composed in her  name,
          depicting  her  beauty  as cool and as  pleasant  as  nature
          itself.  Her smooth white skin and finely chiseled  features
          were  the  object of many a poem and song, and  her  elegant
          blond hair was laid against the finest streams of gold.
               Today,  however,  she  simply stared  around  the  lush
          greenery  and  foliage surrounding her, wondering  how  long
          peace would last this time.
               "Cheer up, sis. You know those old windbags don't  know
          what's  good for them." A sharp voice said from behind  her.
          Rune  Venus  did not have to turn to know that  it  was  her
          little sister, Fatora. Fatora came around the bench and  sat
          beside her sister.
               "I just wish they'd listen. Just because we've defeated
          the  Bugrom, doesn't mean that we can relax. We must  always
          be ready for any threat to El Hazard." Rune replied, turning
          to face her sister. Although they were sisters, there wasn't
          much  that  they had in common. Rune was often introspective
          and  reserved, giving a quiet dignity to her seriousness and
          sense  of  duty. Fatora, on the other hand, seemed  full  of
          life  and  vitality, her face a picture  of  boyishness  and
          energy. Rune could be described as a cool, quiet lake  in  a
          mountain  glen, Fatora was the fire that crackled under  the
          stars  at  the camp of a hardy adventurer. *She really  does
          look like Makoto,* Rune thought for what must have been  the
          millionth  time. *Aside from her pale skin  and  long  black
          hair, they could be twins.*
               "Don't  worry, Rune. Even if we don't have the  support
          of  the  other  lands, we don't really need them  just  yet.
          We're  not  even sure what we're facing. I'm  not  surprised
          that  they  didn't  fall head-over heels about  this  thing.
          Strellbaugh really seemed to be grasping at straws."
               Rune  nodded. Earlier, she had called for a  convention
          for   the  leaders  of  El  Hazard,  after  hearing  of  the
          potentially  disastrous  news Strellbaugh  and  Ifurita  had
          isolated.  However  eloquent  was  their  delivery  of   the
          perceived  situation, the representatives could  not  commit
          themselves because there wasn't enough evidence, or grounds,
          to  do  anything  about  this  purported  other  dimensional
          threat.  They  asked that she present them with  more  solid
          information on the matter before doing anything. Besides, as
          an  emissary  from one of the northern kingdoms had  pointed
          out,  there really wasn't anything that they could do.  It's
          not  as  if  they could send a whole army across dimensions.
          They would simply have to wait it out.
               "Still, I think it would be best if we looked into this
          matter some more. We can't afford to be careless." she said.
               "What do you plan to do about it?" Fatora asked.
               "I think we should send someone through the Eye of God,
          to  this  dimension `Earth.' That way, we  can  gather  more
          information on this matter."
               "Good idea, but who can we send?"
               At  that moment, one of the garden shrubs burst open as
          Makoto flew through it, running at an incredible pace across
          the  two  of  them. He was gasping and panting  for  breath,
          crying, "Wait! Stop! It was a mistake!" As he passed  by,  a
          furious-looking  young woman with short, brown  hair  sprang
          out of the bushes, holding what appeared to be a cabbage  in
          her  hand. As she ran up in front of the two princesses, she
          gave the cabbage a mighty hurl, hitting Makoto in the head.
               "Nanami,   cut  it  out!!!"  Makoto  whimpered,   still
          running.
               "That'll  teach you, Makoto Mizuhara!" Nanami fumed  as
          she stalked off.
               "You know, Rune, I think we just found our man." Fatora
          smiled slyly.
          
               ***
          
               He  woke up to the soft touch of the wind on his  face.
          With a soft moan, he pulled himself into a sitting position,
          placing  one  hand on his aching head. He'd never  used  his
          power  to such a level before. Indeed, he didn't even  think
          that  he  could teleport four people. Heck, he  didn't  even
          think he could teleport two people.
               Still,  strange  things were going on lately,  and  the
          hidden  power  of his family had been exhibiting  some  very
          strange effects. Just the other day, his sister had conjured
          a  huge  tiger out of thin air. That was very, very strange.
          Good  thing  it  turned out just to be an illusion.  Perhaps
          this  was the reason that grandpa had decided to bring  them
          over to this spiritual place of his on the top of a mountain
          somewhere  near Tokyo. Grandpa had said that this place  was
          a great source of ESP concentration,  thanks to some sort of
          natural node formation which drew the spirits of nature like
          a magnet.
               Looking  around, he saw that he was in a small clearing
          in  a grove of trees. He wondered where they were? He wasn't
          familiar  with  this district where they were staying,  what
          was  it  called? Nerima? As such, he could only guess  where
          they were. He looked up to the sky and saw that the sun  was
          already  half-way through with its descent.  It  was  around
          noon  when  the monster had erupted from the ground  of  the
          park; they had been unconscious for around three hours.
               He  checked the three other people whom he had  brought
          with him.
               Madoka  Ayukawa was still unconscious from the blow  to
          her  head,  and there was a slight matting of blood  at  the
          side of her head crusting her hair together. He sighed.  She
          wouldn't  have been here had he not promised to go out  with
          Hikaru-chan. But why was it that fate had brought  grandpa's
          visit  and their plan on the same schedule? When Hikaru-chan
          heard  of it, she just wouldn't take no for an answer,  even
          if grandpa insisted it was a family affair. She even managed
          to  get Madoka to tag along, too. Now, here he was, enjoying
          a  quiet  noon  with Ayukawa at a park, when  suddenly  this
          monster  leaps out of nowhere... could his powers be  acting
          up   again?  Grandfather  had  told  him  to  take  his  two
          `outsider'  girls out so that he and the rest of the  family
          could  go  to the shrine undiscovered. Go figure. It  was  a
          good  thing  Hikaru-chan went back to the hotel to  get  her
          wallet, or else she might have been hurt as well. Bad enough
          that Ayukawa got involved in this.
               He  looked at one of the young men he had saved. He was
          a  curious character, wearing a yellow shirt and dark  green
          pants.  A yellow and black striped bandanna was tied  across
          his head. Who was he? He certainly looked surprised when the
          monster  leapt  up  from  his finger.  He  was  certainly...
          strange. But he was a great fighter. What was that thing  he
          threw at the monster? The... ishikaduhan?
               He  looked  to the other man, and he got an  incredible
          jolt.  He  looked  exactly  like he  did!  The  same  facial
          features,  short-cut brown hair; heck, he was  even  wearing
          the same white t-shirt he was wearing. Even the sneakers  he
          wore were exactly.... hmm... wait a minute... didn't he have
          black hair and a braided pony tail?
               He  looked  down at himself, and was surprised  to  see
          himself wearing a red chinese-cut shirt. He put one hand  to
          the  back  of  his  head and felt... a  braided  pony  tail.
          Something  was  very, very wrong here. I am Kyosuke  Kasuga.
          But why am I lying down on the ground, unconscious?
               "Hey,  Ranma, what happened?"  Kyosuke's attention  was
          quickly  taken away from his mysterious physical  appearance
          to the other boy he had saved. He had begun to stir while he
          was  checking  over  `his' body, and now was  regarding  him
          intently.
               "Uh...  I  think  we're safe now!" Kyosuke  rattled  on
          hesitantly,  not  quite sure how to handle  this  situation.
          "This guy," he pointed to his body, "seems to have saved us!
          Thank goodness, too!" He gave a small laugh.
               "Are you feeling okay, Ranma?" Ryoga asked, raising  an
          eye-brow.  *Why  was Ranma acting kinda  strange?  He  seems
          kinda scared and unsure. I never thought I'd see Ranma  like
          this.  Hah!  Of  course, the coward finally shows  his  true
          colors. He must've gotten scared stiff by that monster.*
               "Uh, of course!" Kyosuke-Ranma replied. "Why wouldn't I
          be?" He laughed even more. Ryoga just big-sweated.
               *Damn,*  Kyosuke  thought, *I've switched  bodies  with
          this  `Ranma' character. What did I do this time?  The  last
          time  I  switched  bodies with that  idol  star,  it  was  a
          disaster. Why does this always happen to me?*
               "Hey,  look  at this guy." Ryoga continued. "You  know,
          Ranma, he looks kinda like you. Except for the hair, you two
          could be twins!"
               *Twins?!*  Kyosuke  thought. *Does he  know...  no,  of
          course not. Hmm... do we look alike?*
               "We  could?"  Kyosuke  said. "Why isn't  that  strange!
          Hahahaha!!!"
               *Something is definitely wrong with Ranma. I  think  he
          got hit too hard in the head or something.* Ryoga mused. His
          fang glinted strangely as he thought about it. Images of him
          beating  Ranma up flashed through his mind while  Ranma  was
          laughing like an idiot. *No! Until we find out who those two
          freaks  were, I can't go picking fights with Ranma. We  have
          to dispose of that monster. It might try to hurt Akane!*
               Kyosuke's body suddenly began to stir.
               "Hey,  look! He's waking up." Ryoga said. "Now  we  can
          get some answers!"
               *Uh, oh...* Kyosuke thought.
               Ranma-Kyosuke woke up to find himself staring at him.
               "Gaaah!!!  What the heck is going on?!" Ranma demanded,
          staring  eye-to-eye with himself. Kyosuke was  beginning  to
          form numerous beads of sweat on his brow.
               "Um, well, you see..." Kyosuke fumbled.
               "What  do you mean? I thought *you* knew what was going
          on." Ryoga said.
               "How  could  I  possibly know what's going  on,  Ryoga?
          You're the one who summoned the monster! Besides, why  am  I
          staring at myself?!?"
               "What  do  you mean, staring at yourself? Oh yeah,  you
          two  *do*  look  alike.  Could've  been  brothers!  Wait   a
          minute... how did you know my name?"
               Kyosuke  was  definitely getting hot under the  collar.
          Ranma's  chinese-cut  shirt, somewhat  tight  at  the  neck,
          wasn't  exactly  helping either. *No, no,  no,  no,  no,  my
          secret is bound to be revealed! At least I'm not at home, so
          we don't have to move away...*
               "Hold  on,  pig-boy." Ranma-Kyosuke said.  "Lemme  slow
          down  a  bit so you can understand. *I* am Ranma.  That  guy
          over   there-"  Ranma  pointed  at  Kyosuke-Ranma,  "is   an
          impostor."
               "Hold  on,  since when did you have brown hair?"  Ryoga
          wanted  to  know. He let that comment slide because  he  was
          getting quite confused, and he didn't think fighting  was  a
          good idea right now.
               "Brown  hair?" Ranma asked doubtfully, running  a  hand
          through his hair. Suddenly, his hand went rigid. *Where's my
          pony  tail?*  Ranma groped frantically behind his  head.  It
          wasn't there.
               "NANI?!? Hey you! Give me back my hair!" Ranma  yelled,
          lunging for Kyosuke-Ranma.
               "Wait!" Kyosuke protested. "There's a very good  reason
          for this!"
               "Oh  yeah?"  Ranma retorted. "Give me back my  body  or
          else!"  Ranma  had  noticed that he wasn't  exactly  himself
          right now. "There's something very fishy with you, out  with
          it!"  Ranma  demanded, hands on Kyosuke-Ranma's  collar  and
          shaking violently.
               *Oh great, what do I do?* Kyosuke whimpered.
               "How  did you get us away from that crazy black-clothed
          guy?" Ryoga asked Ranma-Kyosuke.
               "How  many  times  do I have to tell you?"  Ranma  said
          exasperatedly at Ryoga. "I AM RANMA!" He pointed at Kyosuke.
          "This is the guy you should ask questions too!" Ranma glared
          at the now cringing Kyosuke.
               "Alright, who are you? *What* are you?" Ranma demanded.
               "Uh,  well,  it's like this." Kyosuke's thoughts  raced
          desperately. *What can I tell them? Even though I'm  not  at
          home  right now, it's best they not learn of my powers.  But
          they  saw  me  teleport, and now our bodies are  swapped.  I
          know! I'll say...*
               "I'm  Kasuga  Kyosuke,  and I belong  to  a  family  of
          ESPers." *Doh! Why did I say that?*
               "ESPer? What's an ESPer?" Ryoga asked confusedly.
               "Um,  to keep it simple, my family has powers which  do
          some   very  strange  things."  *Alright,  that  blew   it.*
          "Teleportation is one of the things we can do."
               "Is  body snatching another thing you do all the time?"
          Ranma asked, a scowl on his face.
               "NO!!"  Kyosuke protested, feeling just  a  little  bit
          intimidated.  "It's just that lately, our powers  have  been
          working  strangely. In fact, the reason why  we're  here  at
          Nerima is because we're going to visit a place of high-ESPer
          concentration. We're trying to figure out what's happening."
               "So why am I in your body?"
               "I'm not sure," Kyosuke mused. "It may be a side-effect
          of  the  teleporting.  I've never  teleported  other  people
          before.   I'm  not  even  supposed  to  be  able   to.   The
          unpredictability of our powers nowadays seems to  have  made
          my power stronger."
               "So how do we change back?" Ranma demanded.
               "I'm  not sure. This happened once before, when  I  ran
          into  someone head-on. We changed back by bumping our  heads
          together."
               "Well,  let's  try it." Without missing a  beat,  Ranma
          rammed his head into Kyosuke's.
               "OWW!!!" they both cried in unison.
               "Hey you're still me..." Ranma-Kyosuke said.
               "... and I'm still you." Kyosuke-Ranma finished.
               Ranma winced in pain. "Man, your head is soft! Oww...!"
               "Sorry." Kyosuke said.
               "Will somebody please tell me what's going on?!?" Ryoga
          screamed frustratedly.
               A soft moan came from Madoka.
               "Uh  oh!!!" Kyosuke said. He looked at Ranma and  Ryoga
          seriously. "Please, I can't afford to let Ayukawa, or anyone
          from my hometown, know that I have these powers. Please  try
          to act normally!"
               "Huh?" the two replied.
               Madoka's  eyes opened, and she regarded the three  boys
          before her. "Kasuga-kun? What happened? Who are these  two?"
          she asked Ranma, motioning towards Kyosuke and Ryoga.
               Ranma  just stared dumbly, unsure what to do. "Uh,  um,
          this is my good friend Ranma!!!" he said, taking Kyosuke  by
          the  arm. "He's a very powerful martial artist! No  one  can
          defeat  him.  He's  strong,  brave,  fast,  courageous   and
          handsome.  Don't you think?" Madoka just eyed  the  rambling
          Ranma-Kyosuke testily.
               "And this is his friend, Ryoga!" Ranma continued. "He's
          slow,  lumbering, and has an awful sense of direction! Don't
          go to the malls with him!"
               *TONK!*
               Ryoga just gave Ranma-Kyosuke a *very* hard tap to  the
          head  with his fist. "Look, *Kasuga*, let's not get any more
          gratuitous  with  this than necessary,  hmmm?"  Ryoga  said,
          fangs gleaming in the light.
               Madoka just narrowed her eyes.
               "Well, it was nice meeting you," she continued, holding
          a  hand  to  her  head where the blood matted her  beautiful
          raven hair. "However, I think Kasuga-kun and I need to be...
          getting   back   now.   Hikaru-chan  is   probably...   very
          concerned..." Madoka's eyes suddenly glazed over as she fell
          to the ground.
               Faster  than  even  he  would  have  thought  possible,
          Kyosuke-Ranma  caught the fallen girl in his arms before she
          hit  the floor. Madoka felt so tender in his arms, a fragile
          icon  of  beauty  and intricacy that might  crumble  in  his
          grasp. *A-ayukawa!* Kyosuke thought.
               "Ranma!  What's the big idea, keep your hands off  that
          girl!"  Ryoga  screeched, knocking his fist  into  Kyosuke's
          head. Ranma-Kyosuke rammed his into Ryoga's.
               "How many times do I have to tell you, I'M RANMA!!!!"
               Kyosuke  just looked at the two wanly. "Please! Ayukawa
          is  hurt! I can't be sure how bad it is. Is there a hospital
          around where I can take her?"
               "Hmm... well," Ranma thought. "I know just the place!"
          
               ***
          
               They had been fighting for what seemed to be hours now.
          Perhaps, they had been. The boken felt like a deadweight  in
          his  hands, yet still he fought on. He could not allow Akane
          Tendo to see any sign of weakness. Kuno had mowed down quite
          a  number of the beasts already, but more were still coming.
          Akane and Ukyo weren't any much better. Ukyo had run out  of
          throwing spatulas and was forced to go hand-to-hand with the
          monstrosities.  All three were covered in  their  sweat  and
          blood, numerous cuts and scratches drawn across their  arms,
          legs and bodies.
               *How  much  longer can we keep this up?* Akane  thought
          wearily  as she smashed her fist into another of the  little
          demon.
               "Fear... thee... not... Akane Tendo... I have....  much
          strength... left..." Kuno panted, although it was obvious he
          was  on the verge of collapse. Nothing but pride was keeping
          him going.
               "How  come no one's... arrived... to help us yet?" Ukyo
          lamented   breathlessly,  dodging  the  swipe   of   another
          creature. "We've been... fighting so long... someone's bound
          to...  have  noticed..." she stomped on the head of  another
          creature  and launched off to deliver a kick to another.  It
          was getting very repetitious and very, very tiring.
               A scream cut through the air. Akane lay sprawled on the
          ground, the demon's attacks finally having caught up to her.
          A  number  of the demons leered over her, ready to  rip  the
          life from her flesh.
               "I will save thee!" Kuno declared, cutting swath across
          the  demons towards his *true love*. Unfortunately,  he  was
          nigh  exhausted, and the there were quite a  number  of  the
          demons between him and Akane. He was brought to a halt  mid-
          way, and the demons bore over him.
               Akane closed her eyes as the demons grinned evilly. She
          never  thought her life would end like this. She never  even
          had the chance... *Oh Ranma, I'm sorry...*
               Instead of the hot, searing pain she expected when  the
          demons  would  disembowel  her,  she  instead  felt  a  soft
          throbbing.  She  waited and waited for the throb  to  become
          pain, but it never did. Curious, she opened her eyes and saw
          the  demons turned away from her. Turned away from Kuno  and
          Ukyo,  and  staring at a brilliant red rectangular  slab  of
          glowing energy and light in the middle of the courtyard.
               It  looked  like a door, erected in the middle  of  the
          field,  throbbing  and  pulsing  with  energy,  emitting   a
          humming, throbbing noise which seemed to resonate in Akane's
          mind, a dull, almost hypnotizing sensation that blocked away
          all other perceptions. Her attention was fixed solely on the
          red gate.
               As  time seemed to stand still in that temporal quality
          of  essence,  a  figure emerged from  the  red  haze.  Akane
          gasped,  along  with  Ukyo  and Kuno,  at  the  otherworldly
          presence which entered into their midst.
               It stood tall, seeming to thunder over them all, with a
          massive frame shrouded in a blood red cape. Gleaming in  the
          sunlight  was  a  layer of cold steel,  glittering  brightly
          underneath  the  cape as it stirred in the  breeze.  A  huge
          helmet of a like metal lay upon its head, daunting with  its
          blunt curves and its two protruding horns. No face could  be
          seen  in  the dark recesses of that helm, partly silhouetted
          against  the  soft  light  of the  gate.  Across  its  right
          shoulder  could be seen a beautifully crafted  hilt  of  the
          darkest  color  of night, jutting out from the  form  as  an
          offensive  presence of sheer malevolence. On the  zenith  of
          the  hilt  where  it  met the guard  and  the  blade  lay  a
          magnificent  gem  of  the deepest blue,  crackling  with  an
          unholy  energy  that had its own powerful fire.  A  fearsome
          bluish  aura  crackled about the helmet, and underneath  the
          red cape, soaking the air around it with power.
               It spoke.
               "I have finally arrived." its voiced echoed, projecting
          quietly,  but powerfully, into the hearts of those  present.
          It  was  a fearsome voice, echoing gratingly underneath  the
          visage  of  that massive helm. Akane shivered in fear,  Ukyo
          stared  in  shocked  astonishment, Kuno  gripped  his  boken
          tightly, in fear or in rage, it was uncertain.
               With  that  stolid decree, it clasped the hilt  of  the
          black  sword  with  a gauntleted fist, also  crackling  with
          bluish aura, and drew the sword forth, pointing it high into
          the  air. The sky, once a brilliant afternoon blue, darkened
          as  it  crackled with energy, and the sword rose  its  song,
          bursting  with awesome might. From the jewel that  lay  upon
          its  hilt,  gouts  of flame spread forth  and  engulfed  the
          little demons, causing them to writhe in unimaginable agony.
               *Such  power!*  Kuno  thought, *Can  only  be...  black
          sorcery!*
               It  was  then that Akane noticed three others  who  had
          appeared with the mighty figure. Appearing beside and behind
          him  were three others, of no less stature, but each  almost
          entirely different.
               The first to the figure's right wore an impressive full-
          body suit of gleaming silvery steel. It was fashioned in the
          age  old  tradition of medieval knights that Akane had  read
          about  in  studying the history of Europe.  Steel  gauntlets
          adorned  his  hand and steel greaves which  ended  in  plate
          boots covered his legs. A gleaming red tabard ran across the
          front  length of his breastplate, held in place by  a  brown
          leather  sword belt which ended in a curved scabbard holding
          an  ornate  scimitar  hilt. His face was ruggedly  handsome,
          with   shoulder-length  brown  hair  and  a  flowing   brown
          mustache.
               To  his  right  was a man wearing soft hues  of  green.
          Underneath, however, could be seen the glint of metal, woven
          into  intricate links which reminded Akane of  chains  being
          stringed  together. He wore a red cap on his head,  covering
          his  rich  blond  hair.  At his back  was  a  large  bow  of
          beautiful  ashwood, which throbbed with a greenish  quality.
          Beside  it was a small quiver filled with feathered  arrows.
          At  his  side hung a slender sword. His blue eyes looked  at
          Akane  and  sparkled, a small grin appearing underneath  his
          slight blond mustache.
               The  last figure newcomer looked to be an old man in  a
          drab  brown  flowing outfit. Laced across his  body  was  an
          assortment of pouches, and slung at his waist was a  strange
          contraption  which tugged at the edges of  Akane's  medieval
          studies...  ah! A crossbow. At his back could  be  seen  the
          handle of a strange pear-shaped instrument, made of wood and
          strung with several taut strings.
               A strange ensemble indeed.
               The  figure  in the lead lowered the black sword  which
          had  burst with incredible power as the reddish light behind
          them began to fade. Around them were the charred remains  of
          demons, contorted into grotesque, blackened shapes.
               "Vile  sorcerer!!! Your fell minions could not  do  the
          job,  so you have come to face us yourself!!! DIE!! Die like
          the  scum beneath my feet!" Kuno drawled, stomping over  the
          blackened remains of the demons, seeming to have gotten  his
          second   wind  as  he  brandished  his  boken  against   the
          mysterious figure.
               "Kuno,  you  jackass! Have you lost your  mind!?"  Ukyo
          screamed.
               The figure and his three companions were taken aback at
          this  unexpected attack, but the lead figure easily  brought
          his sword up to deflect Kuno's frantic thrusts.
               "I  shall smite thee, base villain! Kuno vowed,  murder
          in  his  eyes as he stabbed again and again. "I  swear  this
          upon my honor!!!"
          
               ***
          
               The  room was lofty and dark, made even loftier by  the
          soft   hum  of  complicated  machinery.  The  soft  metallic
          surfaces finely shaped into the smooth contours of  a  sleek
          aero-dynamic  car  made excellent  paneling  for  the  room,
          covering   layer  upon  layer  of  circuitry  and   advanced
          nanotechnology.
               All  along  the  walls  were  patterns  of  vidscreens,
          consoles and terminals, dimly lit by the glow emitted  by  a
          massive screen taking up the majority of one of the walls of
          the  alcove. In front of a large console before  the  screen
          was a figure. Not many of the features of the slender, wispy
          figure  could be made out in the dark, but short  dark  hair
          could  be  seen  framing a face marked by one distinguishing
          feature  --  a  smooth visor which ran across  the  figure's
          eyes.  The figure was busily tapping into the console  while
          studying the screen before it, which flashed with images and
          data.
               "Damn!!"  it  swore, taking one fist away  long  enough
          from  the  console to clench and shake it. Whilst the  other
          hand  continued typing away, the other slowly  softened  its
          tight  fist  and  resumed its place beside  the  other  more
          industrious hand.
               "What  is  it?" another figure asked from the  darkened
          room,  at another console. In the soft light of the  screen,
          its  features could not be clearly defined, but the even the
          dark could not block out the finely chiseled features of the
          comely face, nor its tall, towering height.
               "My fears have come to pass! Do you recall that strange
          disturbance  Askani detected a few weeks back?  Since  then,
          its  echoes  have  been growing in size and  intensity,  and
          finally,  now,  they seem to have reached a peak.  And  they
          keep reaching that peak. Something bad is going on, and from
          the   advanced  data  which  I've  recorded  from  our  past
          dimensional hopping exploits, it seems that a large mass  of
          entities  from this dark dimension charted as  `KX-020'  has
          been moving to this other dimension called `A5-Prime'."
               "Hold  on  there,"  the other figure  said.  "A5-Prime?
          Isn't that a highly symmetrical dimension to our own?"
               The  figure  at the console nodded. "Indeed,  with  Dr.
          Light's  dimensional  scheme, we are `A2-003'.  Dr.  Light's
          dimension is classified as `A1-Prime'. This dimension is  in
          a  class  highly  parallel to our own,  and  is  very,  very
          accessible to ours."
               Another  figure walked over to the three.  This  figure
          was  burlier and more strongly built than the other two, and
          in  the dim light, he was an impressive figure. "If that  is
          the case, then I can only come up with a few scenarios, most
          of them quite ugly."
               "Such as?" the tall figure asked.
               "A  large  migration can only mean  two  things  --  an
          exodus to escape an offensive or dying land, or an invasion.
          What are the stats about that dimension `KX-020'?"
               The  figure at the console had already been typing  and
          reading more information. "It seems to be a long-uninhabited
          dimension of barren life-less qualities. There seems to be a
          lot  of negative energy coming from this dimension, and  the
          history  of  records  from  Dr.  Light's  Dimensional  Guide
          indicate  that  this dimension has had a massive  influx  of
          dark  energy  only in the recent year. It's as if  something
          has just awakened."
               "Dark energy... hmmm..." the tall figure thought. "This
          whole thing stinks of evil."
               "Indeed," the figure at the console agreed. "I  do  not
          believe  that  this could have been an exodus from  a  dying
          world  -- this world was long dead and gone before  we  were
          even  born. I think some strange phenomenon has been revived
          here,  spawning a massive army of dark creatures. I  believe
          that this army is now invading Dimension A5-Prime."
               "If  that  is  the case," the burly figure said,  "then
          this might be a case of inter-dimensional conquest. From the
          dimensional  map, it seems that if Dimension  A5-Prime  will
          fall,  it is highly likely that the next target will be  our
          own."
               "It is decided. We must investigate this matter closely
          and prevent any dangers that might arise." the figure at the
          console  declared.  "We must go over to  Dimension  A5-Prime
          immediately. There can be no delay. I shall just  compose  a
          short message to Dr. Light to inform him of the situation. I
          am sure that he will be able to lend some assistance to this
          matter."  As  he  said  this, he was already  composing  his
          message to Dr. Light. His hands dashed across the terminal.
               "Chavez, gear up the Mega X-2. We will be going  for  a
          trip." he added.
               Across  the  room another figure, this  one  wearing  a
          cape,  was flicking switches on a nearby console. A circular
          platform  to  the  other side of the room was  beginning  to
          light  up,  revealing  six  nodes  arranged  in  a  circular
          pattern.
               "Hurray!  Another adventure! Things have  been  getting
          boring  here of late." a wiry figure announced from  another
          corner of the room.
                 "Ack,  but I thought that you had finally decided  to
          rescind  into the moldy presence of fungus." the  tall  lean
          figure said derisively.
               "Hey,  I  resent  that. I must  say,  I  am  much  more
          sophisticated than a piece of bread mold!" the  wiry  figure
          quipped. "In fact, I eat bread mold for breakfast!"
               "The  message is sent." the figure at the console stood
          up  and  went over to one of the six nodes. The tall  figure
          joined  him beside it, as did the wiry figure. In the light,
          we  could  see three youths, a slender one wearing  a  brown
          vest  and a curious-looking visor, a tall youth with a regal
          bearing  and handsome features, and a short wiry youth  with
          soft features.
               From  another  corner came another figure,  and  as  it
          stepped into the light, it was an attractive young lady with
          long,  raven black hair and a slender figure. She  took  her
          place on another node.
               "Strategics," the slender, visored figure barked.  "Set
          our  coordinates and ready the transfer. You and Chavez  set
          the auto-dimensional tracking and follow us as soon you have
          stabilized  our position.  I  will  be  setting  my specs to 
          record data."
               "Of course." the burly figure replied. He turned to the
          console  and  said, "Askani, take notes of all  features  of
          Dimension  A5-Prime as transmitted by the Demon  Sword."  He
          then began tapping onto the terminal.
               "As  you  will," came a soft, melodic female voice that
          wafted  through the room. "The coordinates for the  warp  to
          Dimension A5-Prime is set."
               "Ready  here,"  the  caped  figure  replied  from   his
          console. "Warp levels are at prescribed levels."
               "Send us." the visored figure enjoined.
               The  warp  pad begun to light up, and the  four  figure
          began to shimmer out of this dimension.
               "All  readings  are  normal." the caped  figure  called
          Chavez reported. "Warp signatures are in place, and we  will
          be  able  to track them within 10 seconds. Askani,  commence
          tracking sequence."
               "10-" the atmospheric female voice said.
               "Conduit  to  Dimension  A5-Prime  is  opening  without
          fail." the burly figure known as Strategics replied.
               "9-"
               "Warp  factor reaching critical level. In two  seconds,
          the warp will have commenced." Chavez stated.
               "8-"
               "Holy cow, what was that?" Strategics cocked an eye  as
          a slight crackle of energy flew across his console.
               "7-"
               Suddenly, a huge crackle of electricity ran across  the
          room  as  Chavez was turning some switches at  his  console.
          "The hell!?!?" he stammered.
               "Askani!  Stop  the  sequence!  Something  is   wrong!"
          Strategics screamed.
               "I  am sorry," the ambient female voice said. "But  you
          see, the warp factor has surpassed critical levels. I cannot
          reverse the procedure now."
               "5, 4, 3-"
               Strategics  looked over to the warp platform  the  four
          figures  were now more light and energy than physical  human
          bodies. He could only hope nothing was severely wrong...
          
               ***
          
               In  another  dimension, a huge behemoth  of  mechanical
          design  was hovering above the ground, high into the air.  A
          huge tower, reaching mile upon mile up into the heavens, did
          not  even come close to the huge machination in the sky.  It
          looked like another moon for the world known as Roshtaria.
               "The  Eye  of  God is ready." the Princess  Rune  Venus
          declared.  With her was her sister, Fatora,  and  they  were
          both  garbed  in  the  formal  robes  prescribed  throughout
          Roshtarian  tradition for two princesses who were  to  wield
          the awesome Eye of God.
               Gathered  at the top of the tower as well were  Makoto,
          Ura, Ifurita, Nanami, Mr. Fujisawa and the three priestesses
          of Mt. Muldoon.
               "Sensei,  are you sure you want to go with me on  this?
          Ifurita and I can handle it." Makoto said to his teacher.
               "Of course, kiddo!" Mr. Fujisawa declared. "Besides,  I
          kinda miss the old Shinonome High. It'll be nice to go  back
          to Earth."
               "And  wherever  Masamichi goes, I  go!"  Miz  declared,
          glomping  onto Mr. Fujisawa and eliciting a blush from  said
          sensei.
               "And  we  sure  as hell aren't letting  her  go  alone.
          Priestesses   of   Mt.  Muldoon  stick   together."   Shayla
          announced. Afura nodded stalwartly beside her.
               "And  don't  think  you're going to leave  me  behind!"
          Nanami declared. "It'll be good to be back on Earth!"
               "Makoto! Makoto!" Ura playfully called, strapping  onto
          Makoto in typical cat-armor fashion.
               "Hey, Ura!" Makoto laughed.
               "It  is settled, then." Rune Venus said. She nodded  to
          Fatora.  The  two princesses began their motions,  unsealing
          the  power of the Eye with the spiritual power that  only  a
          princess of the royal house possessed.
               The Eye of God turned to face the pedestal at the tower
          where  the  eight travelers were  assembled. It  opened  its
          front  eye  and  a  beam of powerful white light  shot  out,
          engulfing them, ready to send them across dimensions.
               Suddenly,  the intensity of the beam rose dramatically,
          blinding  in  its  light  as the  Eye  hummed  loudly,  more
          intensely than in the previous travel.
               "Uh, sis, I think something's wrong!" Fatora declared.
               With  a  final powerful burst of light, the Eye stopped
          and  the  two princesses were left alone at the top  of  the
          tower.  It  seemed that Makoto and his companions  had  been
          sent underway.
               A  gasp  from Rune prompted Fatora to look up  into the
          heavens.
               "Oh my..."
               The  Eye  of  God's  front end was blackened,  darkened
          actually,  but  it  did  not seem to be  a  residual  carbon
          deposit  as  would  have  been the case  from  intense  heat
          burning.  Rather...  it  seemed to be  a  palpable  darkness
          that... defied explanation.
               "Rune,  I  think  we'd  better tell  Strellbaugh  about
          this..."
          
               ***
          
               "2-"
               Chavez was noting wild fluctuations of dimensional warp
          energy on his console.
               "Ben,  there's  something very,  very  wrong  here!  My
          sensors are overloading with unknown readings!!!"
               "1-"
               The  figure  called Strategics continued to regard  the
          four on the platform.
               "0. Warp complete."
               The light reached its brightest and began to fade away.
          Once visibility was back to normal, the four were gone.
               "Oh,  great!"  Chavez said. "Ben, you'd better  take  a
          look  at  these readings." he pushed a few buttons, and  the
          main viewscreen shifted to a different kind of data.
               "Wait  a minute... Askani, does this mean what I  think
          it means?" Ben asked.
               "Affirmative,  if you mean the that warp signatures are
          overloaded and unviable for further use." Askani replied  in
          that ambient female voice that echoed throughout the room.
               "Then that means..." Chavez said unsurely.
               "Yes,  inter-dimensional  travel  is  dead."  Ben  said
          gravely.  "We're stuck here, while Erwin and the others  are
          stranded on Dimension A5-Prime with no way to contact us."
          
               ***
          
               Tatewaki Kuno proceeded with a series of lightning fast
          thrusts  and strikes with his boken, but the armored  figure
          easily  deflected the blows with deft twists of his  massive
          black sword.
               "Do  you think that a few lucky maneuvers will overcome
          my superior skill?" Kuno demanded of the mysterious figure.
               "No.  That's why I am using carefully timed  counters."
          the figure responded in that strange resonating voice. A few
          flicks  of  its wrist and it sent Kuno struggling  back  for
          even ground.
               "What  does that baka think he's trying to accomplish?"
          Ukyo seethed.  "That stick of his won't even dent that guy's
          armor!"
               "He can rot in hell for all I care!" Akane humphed.
               The   three  figures  on  the  other  side  were   busy
          conferring as well.
               "Don't  you  think  that  she's being  excessive?"  the
          handsome man in plate armor noted.
               "Methinks  the fight is quite boring." the old  man  in
          brown said.
               "Your  age  is catching up with you! Anything requiring
          energy is boring for you." the green-garbed man said.
               "I am *not* being excessive!!!" Akane roared at the man
          in plate armor. "He *can* rot in hell for all I care!!!"
               "I was not referring to thee!" the man replied.
               "Oh,  so  I'm  being  excessive  now,  is  it?!?"  Ukyo
          demanded.
               "No,  no!!!  Not  at all! You see..." whatever  he  was
          about  to say was cut off as a brilliant flash of light  lit
          the  scene.  Standing a scant distance from the two  parties
          were  two  youths.  One was tall and well-built,  with  fine
          features and dark brownish-black hair. He was dressed  in  a
          simple   collared  shirt  overlaid  with  an   ochre-colored
          sweater,  as  well as a simple pair of jeans. His  companion
          was  shorter and wiry, wearing a casual grey-colored sweater
          and jeans.
               Kuno charged the figure once again. "Die, you shameless
          knave!!!  Stand  back  and face  me  like  a  man,  for  thy
          cowardice knows no bounds!" he went through the same routine
          of jabs and thrusts, but this time, the figure had caught on
          to  his fighting style. With a few flicks and parries and  a
          sudden  twist,  the figure sent Kuno's sword flying  to  one
          direction  and  the  Blue  Thunder  the  other.  He   landed
          painfully on the ground.
               The figure simply regained his stance, red cloak barely
          rustled in the series of maneuvers it went through, settling
          gently around its wearer once again.
               *That sword!* The tall handsome youth's eyes fell  onto
          the  black  sword held by the armored figure. *It  reeks  of
          demonic  power! This must be the dark energy that Erwin  had
          mentioned!*
                 "Die,  demonic fiend! I sense your evil!"  the  tall,
          handsome youth shouted.
               "What?"  the  armored figure turned  to  face  its  new
          threat.
               "Wait,  Charles!" the wiry youth called. "You can't  be
          serious! You saw how that dude can fight! I think we  should
          regroup and find Erwin and Giel first!"
               "Justice  awaits  no man!" Charles replied.  "I  cannot
          abandon these three to the mercy of this demon spawn!"  with
          a  fierce  shout, the handsome youth snapped out a bull-hide
          whip  from  his  belt  and whipped it at the  sword-wielder,
          charging forward at the same time.
               "Hold  on  here," the figure grated in  his  resounding
          voice. "You do not know who you are facing!"
               "Your  evil tells me enough! Even if you were the  king
          of  hell himself, I would not hesitate to cleanse this world
          of  your  taint!" the whip curled around figure's legs,  and
          the youth pulled, knocking the armored figure down.
               The  three companions of the armored sword-wielder drew
          their weapons.
               "Nay,  we've done enough damage as it is!"  the  figure
          shouted. "I will handle this!"
               "You  cannot  fool  me  with your  benevolent  facade!"
          Charles replied.
               "You  *will* listen." the armored figure retorted. With
          a  quick  flick, he slashed at the whip entangling his  legs
          with  the  black  sword,  intending  to  cut  himself  free.
          Instead,  a brilliant flash of energy emerged as  the  sword
          struck  the seemingly fragile bull-hide, causing  sparks  to
          fly.  The  sword burned an angry fire, and the gem flared  a
          bright blue, as if in distaste of the contact. The whip,  on
          the  other  hand, began to glow a pure white light  and  was
          soon immolated by the powerful aura.
               "Impossible!" the armored figure screamed.
               "Believe  it! Behold a Paladin's Holy Weapon!  No  evil
          can  withstand  the righteous might of a true Paladin!"  the
          youth  jerked  the  whip violently, bringing  the  entangled
          figure  towards  him. Charles balled his free  hand  into  a
          fist, and smashed it into the helm of the armored figure.
               The figure's head snapped wildly backwards, caught off-
          guard by the unorthodox tactic. The black sword fell to  the
          ground  with  a clatter as the armored figure  fell  to  the
          ground before the paladin.
          
               "How  can  he  just  punch that helmet  with  his  bare
          hands?" Ukyo wondered.
               "Methinks this paladin-person is quite daft." said  the
          man in plate armor.
               "Even  so,  he  seems to be doing  quite  well  in  his
          lunacy." commented the old man.
               "Hah,  that  muckety-old paladin packs more power  than
          you  might think, as much as I regret saying it."  the  wiry
          youth said.
               "Why exactly is that?" Akane asked.
               "Uh, let's say that we had a sort of `operation' in our
          recent past." the wiry youth quipped.
          
               "I  will defeat you as I have defeated countless others
          pawns of evil!" Charles declared. "Witness the power of  the
          Sunburst  Technique, first hand!" the paladin began  glowing
          with  pure  white  energy, covering his  entire  being  with
          brilliance.
          
               "Oh,  great.  He's doing it *again*."  the  wiry  youth
          whined.
               "What is he doing?" the old man asked.
               "The  Sunburst  Technique." the wiry  youth  explained.
          "Passed  on  through generations of paladins, or  some  such
          bull.  It  cleanses and destroys evil with  sheer,  stubborn
          righteousness. Or something like that." The youth  shrugged.
          "I've seen wretched evil people blasted into silliness  with
          that thing."
               "It  doesn't  work on good people?" the  man  in  plate
          asked.
               "Hmm...  I  dunno. I think the more evil you  are,  the
          more  it  hurts. Ol' Charlie here used it on a  street  thug
          once,  and  he got bawled over, like he was run  down  by  a
          heavyweight boxer. He used it on a demon once, and the thing
          just plain vaporized!"
               "Hehehe,  did  you hear that?" the plated man  laughed.
          "What a fiasco! Hahahahhaha!!!!"
               "Good joke!" the guy in green agreed.
               "This is too rare!" the old man joined in the laughter.
          The three were laughing so hard, they were doubling over and
          their eyes were starting to water. "HAHAHAHHA!!!"
               "What  the  heck is the matter with those  three?"  the
          youth asked the two girls.
               "Dunno, sugar."
               "Hmmpph. They can rot in hell if they want to."
          
               The  armored  figure  lay  on the  ground,  before  the
          spectacle of righteousness the paladin was displaying.
               "Now, your fell existence ends, demon!"
               "We  shall  see." the armored figure said  through  its
          helm.  If Charles hadn't known better, he thought that  he'd
          heard a chuckle underneath that huge metallic mask.
               "Taiyosuidokan!" the paladin's white aura came alive as
          he  held his hand, palm-extended, over the prone figure. The
          light   blasted   forth,  engulfing   the   armored   figure
          completely.   The  paladin  relaxed  from  his   pose,   his
          righteousness spent. "It is over." he declared.
          
               "Not likely." the plate-mailed man smirked.
          
               "That was... nice." came the resonating voice.
               "What?!"  the youth stared incredulously  at  the  red-
          caped, armored figure, who was once again standing, the bull-
          hide  whip  in  his hand. The figure muttered a  few  arcane
          words, and held his hand out towards the paladin. A ring  of
          fire grew around him, encircling him in flames.
               "What's  this  thing about a Holy Weapon?"  the  figure
          rumbled,  regarding the whip. "Maybe I  should  get  one  of
          these  myself."  The helmed face turned towards  the  youth.
          Charles thought he could see blue eyes in the depths of that
          shadowy helm.
               "Fool,  only a paladin can command the might of a  holy
          weapon!"
               "You  know, you really should learn some manners!"  the
          figure  sent the whip flying through the air, and it  curled
          around Charles' wrist.
               "Fool,  a  paladin's weapon can never turn against  its
          master!"  he  simply waved his hand, and the  whip  uncurled
          from  his  wrist, at the same time leaping from the figure's
          hand.  In  a flash, the paladin sent a bright glow of  white
          aura  across  the  weapon, and the  whip coiled  around  its
          master,  following the circle of fire. The fire  died  down,
          leaving the whip in a circle around the paladin.
               "We  shall see who will be teaching whom!" the  paladin
          declared.
               "Hmmph." came the resonating reply. The figure held out
          its  hand,  and the black sword came to his hand.  "All  the
          same,  I  do not think I need to use this." The figure  laid
          down his sword. "Have at thee, brutish knave!" he put up his
          fists.
               The  armored  figure  charged, his red  cloak  whipping
          slightly around his fast form. He threw a couple of  punches
          and  jabs  at Charles, but the tall youth nimbly sidestepped
          and blocked the incoming hits.
               Without  missing a beat, the youth rebounded  from  his
          sidestepping and blazed in with several graceful punches and
          kicks. The figure likewise retreated and deflected the  hits
          with swift parries of his wrist.
               The two disengaged and regarded each other intently.
          
               "How  can someone wearing so much metal move so  fast?"
          Ukyo wondered.
               "I  can  move faster than that." the wiry youth pouted.
          Ukyo just glared at him.
               "Scouts  honor!" he replied, holding his  hand  up.  "I
          really can! Trust me!"
          
               "Impressive footwork..." Charles noted appraisingly.
               "I  have trained under the fighting masters of a  whole
          kingdom.  I have mastered a dozen different fight styles  in
          pursuit  of the finest fighting form. I have trained  under,
          and  defeated,  the master of the Library of  Scars.  "  the
          figure   replied.   "I   expect  I   should   have   learned
          *something*."
               "You'd  like  my  friend, the Demon Sword,  then."  the
          paladin replied.
               "If his fighting style is as good as yours, I'm sure  I
          will."
               "I'll take that as a compliment. En garde!" the paladin
          wove  in  with  a  few  quick kicks and punches,  which  his
          opponent  easily  deflected. The armored figure  would  then
          drive in with a series of well placed counter-attacks,  many
          of  which came close but would not hit the mark. This seesaw
          tirade  continued  for  quite a  while.  The  six  onlookers
          (seven,  counting the semi-conscious Kuno) were starting  to
          tire of the performance.
               Suddenly,  the paladin struck a glancing  blow  against
          the  armored one's breast plate. Following more attacks  and
          ripostes, the paladin began landing more and more hits.
               "What  is  the  matter, villain?  Lost  your  footing?"
          Charles taunted.
               "Hardly.  I can't seem to move right." came the  reply.
          It was noticeable that the figure's bluish aura seemed to be
          subsiding.
          
               "Look!"  the  old  man  noted.  "`Tis  impossible!  The
          aura..."
               "Verily!  How  can  the  armor-" the  plate-mailed  man
          agreed.
          
               The  figure  began to take off its gauntlets.  Then  it
          undid  its  breastplate, dropping the heavy metal  onto  the
          ground.  Load considerably lightened, the figure nonetheless
          kept  his  red cloak wrapped about himself, and  indeed,  he
          seemed to be able to fight quite effectively in spite of his
          strange costume.
               "Shall we begin round two?" he chided.
               "Anytime." the paladin replied, charging.
               This  time,  the flurry of blows once again  commenced,
          but  the  once  armored-figure now moved  much  faster,  and
          managed to get in a few more telling blows than the paladin.
               "Ack, that does it." Charles avowed.
               He  once again rushed the now unarmored figure, but  as
          he  came  closer, he leapt into the air to deliver a  flying
          kick.   His  opponent,  however,  would  not  be  so  easily
          finished. He ducked under the attack and came up behind  the
          unbalanced  paladin, having just landed from his attack.  It
          was   an   easy   advantage  which  promised   victory.   An
          ungauntleted hand was raised for a final blow to the back of
          the neck, but as it descended, the paladin smiled.
               "Gotcha!"
               The paladin brought up his hands in a practiced motion,
          entrapping the descending member. With a few quick twists of
          his  feet  and  jerks of his arm, the paladin  reversed  his
          position  and  was about to send his opponent  flying  above
          him.  His  opponent, however, was better versed at  fighting
          than the paladin gave him credit for.
               As Charles was about to execute his brilliant flip, the
          helmed figure locked a leg down the paladin's lower body and
          brought his other hand to bear the paladin's throat. Charles
          was  forced to let go of the arm and brace his hands  across
          his  opponent's body, or else the figure would fall upon him
          and break his windpipe.
               The  paladin  fell to his back, but easily  caught  his
          opponent  in the chest with his hands, stopping the  descent
          of  the  arm  against his throat. He was about to  flip  his
          opponent  over as planned, had he not received the shock  of
          his life.
               His  hands had caught his opponent's chest, and he felt
          something ... soft. Soft, but firm. *What the...*
          
               "Uh-oh,  he's  done  it  now."  the  green-garbed   man
          replied.
               "Done what?" Allan, Ukyo and Akane asked.
          
               Charles  just realized what had happened  when  a  hand
          slapped him across his cheek.
               "You  pervert!!!"  the figure rose  and  took  off  its
          helmet.  Long  blond hair cascaded down across a  strikingly
          attractive  face. As the figure stood back,  the  red  cloak
          swirled  dramatically  with a flourish,  revealing  a  full-
          bodied  figure wearing a bright orange tunic which  revealed
          some  very  nice curves. A short skirt revealed  a  pair  of
          long,  shapely  legs covered by knee-high boots.  Along  the
          breast  of the tunic was a strange yellow symbol that looked
          like a `T' with an `O' balanced at the top.
               "Uh..." Charles said, still stricken on the ground.
               "Oh,  my  lovely goddess of strength and  might!"  Kuno
          declared, suddenly awake and fully conscious, glomping  onto
          the now unarmored girl's full figure.
               Her  face lit up like a very, very angry fire  as  Kuno
          drawled on his inane poetry.
               "JERK!!!"  She screamed, launching Kuno  into  the  air
          with an ire-powered kick.
               "Oh,  great,  what  have  I gotten  myself  into?"  the
          paladin lamented.
          
               ***

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  Confused? I sure hope so!
  In the Next Episode of... The Dark Crucible

Ranma, Ryoga and Kyosuke bring Madoka over to Dr. Tofu's, only to
meet a mishap with Shampoo! Meanwhile, Charles and his companion 
spend a fun-filled day at the Tendo dojo with the Tendos and the 
mysterious babe and her three stooges. This and more!

Be there!
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***BLAH, BLAH AND BLAH :

Many people have complained that they can't keep up with
everything that's happening. I admit it's a problem intrinsic
in the fic itself, being a poorly planned experiment on my
part. But I fun doing it, and to help you enjoy it more, I
wrote a Dark Crucible Manual, available in the link above.


Well, that wraps up this episode. It's a miracle what a glass of
chocolate milk and mocha crackers can do to your writing. I actually
finished this damn thing. Only two more posts to go before I
post a newly finished chapter that really needs C&C. Hope you
guys enjoyed the fic.

End -- The Dark Crucible - Episode 2 v1.2 
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