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It was happening again. A clash between those who weren't free.
The cycle that never really ends.
He could do it. He could stop it here and now, but Link had insisted he'd stay out of this.
Despite being the one who was free, Sonic could understand. It had resided within him, after all, albeit a small amount—a spark of fire against the overwhelming snow winter brung.
Respecting Link's wishes, he stumbled back, looking on in worry.
This was a matter that didn't involve him, just as the extermination of the spirit beast within his hometown, but he was alive now, so what would he do about it?
With Sonic out of the way, seemingly, Link felt a tingle within his soul. He wanted something—something that could slash through anything with great effort—including hatred.
Another ability within the concept of courage, one could also manifest their courage into any object, as long as that object existed within the real world and they had a proper understanding of it.
There was one sword that could cut through an idea itself with the proper understanding of the soul, built with ancient technology lost in the modern age, one that surpassed every metal in the world.
Ancient Short Sword.
He held it in a reverse grip in his right hand—the complete function of it only a replica, an accumulation of his own soul, meaning it could not be recreated or copied.
He had a weapon, one in which only flared Unicornera’s anger more.
She sent a spiral of light down upon him, but when the smoke cleared, he wasn't there. The second ability that courage held was to exaggerate the power of adrenaline—the superhuman-like state of adrenaline was now amplified by ten times, allowing him to jump above the beast's field of vision with one goal in mind.
To strike her down, as well as her hatred!
His sword slashed down, a defining swoosh sweeping the winds, but even with the assistance of the winds, a barrier in the form of a sphere was not so easy to crack—a sphere of red.
As his blade streamed off the barrier, creating friction, Link felt it. The short connection with Unicornera's soul, but without much to chew on. Link’s soul registered it as hatred, but he was not able to look anything beyond that.
Reversing the grip of his blade, Link would rapidly descend to the ground—letting out a grunt as he hit the floor, staring at the blade he held.
It's supposed to slash through anything, right? Link thought. That was what he was taught in his hometown, so why wasn't it working?
He redirected his gaze upwards towards the sphere where the spirit beast resided—staring down at him, holding his sword near his waist.
“My barrier can't be penetrated with a surface level attack like that,” She said, “My inner self derives from the hatred of the people who gave birth to me, so using the hatred built up for over thousands of years, I can release it through another part of myself, my magic. The magic that comes from my horn.”
Within the transparent sphere, she made a bunny toy of plastic appear beside her, dangling it around like a trophy. “There are gaps and errors everywhere within reality—what we can see in our conscious experience. Well, for humans like you, that is. I, a spirit beast, can bear witness to the unconscious experience, what happens without the awareness of the conscious experience, and can fix those errors however I see fit.” the toy would then disappear, “But is what you see within the conscious experience real? If reality can be formed through the understanding of the soul, then wouldn't that make you an error of the universe?
No one knows…
But I do.”
The answer to that question lies within the unknown, and explanation of the ability of yourself gives one an even further power as that understanding is unveiled from words.
“The hatred I bear comes from a place where I do not know the full truth of…”
So hating without reason, then? I don't get it. Link thought, squinting.
The barrier unveiled around her, revealing that heavenly light upon her horn once more. Her next attack would be three-thousands years of hatred stored within a single blast.
There was one thing that was certain.
No one would survive it if that attack landed.
But Link didn't want to protect the humans, though Sonic was someone he considered to be worthy of saving.
A voice.
A loud, unwavering voice in his head that screamed—
—"I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS."
But it seemed someone would take a stand. The one basked in light and hope.
A blue light would flash, striking the spirit beast at a speed unable to be registered by anyone within the vicinity, bringing an end to the light's glow.
Sonic had kicked her.
“Let’s put that away, shall we?” A smirk was wide on his face, but of course, Unicornera was not happy in the slightest.
“You… Why you...” She spoke through pained grunts.
"You were putting on a pretty snazzy performance there! Had me thinking that you were putting on some kind of play!" Sonic shouted, "Turns out, unfortunately for you, I'm a good judge of character!"
Anger and confusion...
"GET THE HELL OUTTA MY WAY!"
"Knocked the Sonic Rings right outta her!" - Sonic
Chapter End