[Closed, Personal] It was gonna happen someday..

''Where shall we? The Ruins of Zanarkand? The Calm Lands, open or secluded at Remien

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Temple? Maybe out into the wastes of Baaj or Omega Ruins? ''

Asked Emblem to his Aeonic comrade. Today had been a weird day, with Emblem's powers conflicting like never before. His aeon experienced the same. They knew what it meant. They were destined to test each other's mettle after being together for some time. As his Aeon looked back at him, a reply followed.

''Where ever we go, even if we move unto the frozen lakes of Macalania or the harsh reaction Thunder Plains, the disadvantages are mostly yours...Pick your poison. Bar the Refuge/Workship, for we both have unlimited surreal helpings in there.''

Emblem frowned at his Aeon stating this fact. It was true however. His Aeon hovered above the ground, and did not feel much of cold or heat. Emblem on the other hand would feel the stinging cold of the Macalania Frozen Lakes, the shifting Sands of Bikanel, and that of any other unstable terrain. Their battlefield should be out in the open, but no civilians should be present. It would be safest this way.

''We shall do battle on the open seas of grass. The Calm Lands. Were I to lose, being struck by lightning or hypothermia will not help any of us two.''

''As you wish. We are close.'' said Aeon-Emblem as the Workship of Legends hovered high above Spiran ground. Clouds drifted inbetween the hovering self-proclaimed Temple, but both warriors (coincidentally standing next to each other with corssed arms) knew that this was the ideal point to be in syncwith all of Spira.

Well, if their energies were not conflicting. Aeon-Emblem could not research ancient magical tomes dug up by recent Al Bhed excavation, or solidy his power and magical strengths, were as Emblem could not continue to hone his strength or craft anything, let alone focus on anything else. It was time for a huge energy outlet of both sides.

Aeon-Emblem's spot suddenly lit up as a large white rune appeared below his feet. Before Emblem of Besaid knew it, both were ascending down towards the Calm Lands. When both entities had their feet touc hthe ground, they instinctively walked away from each other, a few steps at a time.

Whereas Emblem would get on his knees and collect all his focus, Aeon-Emblem would start to hover into the air and have a slight glow take hold of him, indicating his power was ready to be unleashed.

As it was a silent day on the Calm Lands, none of the games were being played. Emblem had al lthe space he wanted. As he got up, his face was all serious, his eyes not averting that of his Aeon's. Both nodded, and Emblem took out the Sword of Summon. He threw it up in the air. The blade spinned, twisted, and fell down, edge first, stabbing the grass itself, and remaining in a vertical position. Emblem took out his Collapse Axes hanging on his back, and as he did, a sharp sound of metal touching was heard over the Lands.

Aeon-Emblem took out his staff from his back, and held it up with magic, making it hover in front of him, and slightly to his right.

''Ready'' said both at the same time. They marked the start, and as the Sword of Summons started to turn black again, both braced. Aeon-Emblem anticipated Emblem to leap in and bring his axes down, and as the color was black again, he was deemed right. Fast as lightning, Emblem struck down on his Aeon, who in spite of his anticipation, only barely was able to block both axes with the floating staff.

The battle had begone between the two entities that were one. A mandatory spar, one not without consequences.

Aeon-Emblem parried the blow, and with a smirk, knocked one of Emblem's axes out of his hands.

''One axe should be enough for you to swing.''

As he did so however, Emblem pushed forward with his other axe, pressing the large sharp blade into the Aeon's robe. A small cut was the result as both did one minor step back. Emblem however, was not going to give his Aeon that much space. The berserker stepped back in and attempted another blow, this time aiming at at the Aeon's shoulder, one axe in two hands. The Aeon parried it by moving his staff in a matching diagonal position. Emblem gritted his teeth as he was sure to let this one connect, and for a moment, he could see a frown on his Aeon's face. The Aeon used it's free hand to make a sweep and blast Emblem back with a normal attack. Emblem felt his rib where it had connected as he was thrust back about 6 feet.

As the Besaidian gritted his teeth, his Aeon looked at him in silence. It was almost as if he was condemning Emblem. It sparked a little rage in the Berserker, who gritted his teeth again. The Aeonic markings on his shoulder showed a little more red for a moment, before he lift his axe up again. His Aeon responded, knowing full well what was to come.

''Prepared to take more punishment? Your battle prowess will allow me to dish out more pain..''

''Don't worry about my pain...Worry about your own.''

Emblem's hands gripped his axe firm, and in a flash, the metal heated up, and turned to bright red flame. The axe itself was ablaze, yet it did not burn Emblem's hands. Emblem swinged his axe over his head once, accompanied by the swoosh of the blade's edge cutting air...while being ablaze. His aeon thought of it as posing, but soon saw the Axe flying towards him. A flying spinning high velocity piece of sharp metal. The Aeon threw in his staff but had not calculated Emblem of Besaid to step forward and grab the staff. As the Boomerang Blade bounced off the Aeonic staff, it spinned away. Both knew the axe was going to return soon to strike again.

Emblem held the staff firmly, but after one rather sly grin he grabbed his Aeon by the robe with one hand, and bent him down for a hard knee strike to the gut. Well, perverbial gut. As they were now standing on solid floor and the staff seemed to lose his levitation for a moment, Emblem lifted up the Aeon with two hands and threw him over his shoulder.

As the Aeon flew away, he spinned back around to face Emblem. As fast as he turned to face his foe, the Aeon was on the ground again. A scorching pain, slicing deep into the Aeonic presence. As he stood back up quickly to levitate again, he saw Emblem hold up his blazing axe in the air. The Boomerang Blade was on his way back and Emblem had tossed his Aeonic counterpart into the attack, making sure it would have it's effect.

The staff spinned on the Aeon's back, allowing him to use two hands. Emblem gasped and wanted to cast shell on himself, but his Aeon was faster to put up an offence. Emblem rolled out of the way of one Thunder spell, but his escape route was blocked by Fire. Emblem's skin got burned as another lightning struck him in the shoulder. During the pain thrill, Emblem had to admire his Aeon's proficient spellcasting. That however, was not helping him..

The spellcaster was pointing at the berserker...

Just a reminder readers, whenever an Aeonic entity is pointing at you, it's not a very good thing. Keep this in mind. Emblem of Besaid certainly did. As he was about to stand up after being barbequed by some powerful flames, he looked up to make sure he would face his foe, only to see his foe point at him. His left shoulder muscles seemed to not listen to him as they were still processing the lightning that had struck it earlier. Emblem wanted to get up, but his body would not move as he looked straight at his Aeon's...finger.

''...Bang.''

In the flash of a second, a small orb, in a straight line from Aeon-Emblem's finger, shot at Emblem of Besaid at blinding speeds, like a small sphere that leaves a needle-like trail of light. Had Emblem not known this particular attack of his Aeon, then he would have not been able to cope with it. It would have knocked him out for sure.

In reflex, Emblem raised a Collapse Axes, and closed his eyes, shielding as much body behind the metal artifact. He felt the explosion though, and lots of it. The attack had hit the axe, but it still exploded, and took a lot of force. The explosion burned on Emblem and threw him back heavily, lifting him up and slamming him against the nearby hill. The axe dropped from his hand, and for a moment, Emblem thought he was all done for. His Aeon advanced on him.

''The last time we fought, you won. You showed who was supposed to be master of this body. But now, I have you..''

Emblem recalled the event in his mind as if it was yesterday. The first real fight Emblem had with his Aeon; A fight that was very serious. A battle determining the fate of Emblem's physical appearance. The battle to determine borders. Emblem won in those days, but the progress his Aeon had made...He was going to be a Final Aeon sooner then Emblem had expected. How was he to fight such a threat?

''It's over...''

Emblem had no choice. His Aeon apparently seemed to have a different agenda in mind. Emblem wanted to have none of it. This everlasting battle was getting him tired..And angry. Shaking off the cobwebs, Emblem looked up only to see his Aeon point at him again...this time, at his head.

''Over?...Overconfident!''

Emblem of Besaid kipped up, and cast Hate on himself. His Aeon shot a second Energy Pulse, but the quickened Emblem, not slowed by his weaponry, ducked the attack barely and shot forward towards his Aeon. Emblem knew this was it. Even the score now, or battle the Aeon forever.

Emblem charged forward, and planted his massive shoulders into his Aeonic comrade, spearing him down with his weight. His Aeon fell on his staff, unable to draw it. Emblem continued with his ground and pound plan, having finished the ground part. Strike after strike, Emblem slammed his Aeon as fast and hard as he could, with every blow more fueled by rage.

Only after some time did the Aeon find a way to escape. Levitate the staff, and push Emblem off with your own body. The berserker got hurled off, only to cast Shell on himself, and stand in front of his Aeon.

''It is never over.''

Emblem raced to his axe, and faced Aeon-Emblem again. The Aeon had gotten up, and was levitating a little above the ground again.

''You never stop amazing me. Even though your body would be more powerful in every regard if I would gain control, you still resist in unique ways time and time again. Barehandedly hitting your own power. Tell me, how much more can that body take?''

The Aeon and Emblem cast Cure on themselves, but it seemed to vary. Emblem was under the effect of Shell, and his Aeon had more magical power. Yet it seemed Emblem regained a smirk as he lit his axe on fire again and hurled it towards his foe with a powerful swing. The axe sliced through air itself as it, faster then ever, approached the Aeon.