Alex tried to move out of the way, and succeeded for the most part, however, the air wave sliced off roughly a third of his right wing, forcing him to go back to the ground. He stood up, snarling in both anger and pain.
Ulquiorra drawned his sword, silently and slowly. " Caja Negación. ", Ulquiorra let out a purple cube out of the tip of his sword. The cube was slowly approaching Alex, letting out an eerie aura.
Alex growled, spitting fire at the cube. Somehow, in the back of his mind, he knew he was losing. If I'm going to lose here, I'm not losing without a goddamned fight.
The cube disintegrated in mid-air, leaving dust behind. Ulquiorra half-sheated his sword. " Fly, Murcielágo. " , As Ulquiorra recited this words, a black explosion of energy surrounded him.
" Meet true despair! ", Ulquiorra stepped out of the energy geyser. His sword was now gone. His jacket had been opened and ragged at the bottom, showing his "hole" and his "4" tatoo. His teal marks at his face were a bit thicker. An eerie green & black aura surrounded him.
Alex merely snarled at the new Ulquiorra. "So you've changed your look and possibly your powers!" He ground out. "That does not mean I'll back down. Not as long as my heart beats!"
Alex fell to his knees, utterly exhausted, his normally bright red scales scorched to a dull amber. "I'm not... Going to give up..." He growled, wrapping his tail around Ulquiorra's leg and slamming him around.
Alex smiled as the lava healed his wounds, even regenerating his slashed wing. He swallowed some of the lava in order to heal his innards, then leapt out of the lava with a triumphant roar.
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