The Training Field

I attempted to wave while I was battling off another mutant. The tank I was playing with was in pieces somewhere. Luckily, the brutes were too unintelligent to figure out they could be used for something.

"Hey Blazey.."

I stopped and turned around. I ran to Sparky. I looked up at her.

Finally finishing off the human, I bent down slightly and patted him on the head, "How're you?" I asked, knowing he might still have the ability to understand me.

I whimpered. I tried thinking to her,

Terrible! How am I supposed to lead an army when the army hasn't a clue what I'm saying?

I could hear his thoughts at least,

There's a second in command for a reason, you know.

I chuckled.

I nuzzled her hand gently.

You would do that?

Of course.

I thought, smiling.

Great!

I yipped happily.

I nodded headed back into the battlefield, waving.

I won't let you down.

Saya was laughing in a wolfish way in the backround.
"He's the canine leader! Oh, i find this funny!" She said with a snort.
Saya ran up to Sparky, "I can help him if you need it."

I angrily barked at Saya for calling making fun of me.

"Enough." Saya barked to Blaze. Turning back to Sparky, she continued, "I know how to get him back to his original form, but he'll have to leave this place for a minute or so."

I ran over and nodded calmly.

"Just one condition. You cant tell anyone where i took you. Not even her." Saya said, nodding at Sparky for the last part. "Understand?"

I cocked my head, but then nodded.

"Good. Now come on." Saya said, darting back into the bushes, not even waiting to see if Blaze was keeping up.

I looked up at Sparky and licked her hand, then I darted off after Saya.

I sighed and waved, trying to fend off a mutant at the same time.

Despite few people being on the bloody field with me, I kept psuhing myself to fend off the horde from the HQ. I used my elements and my melee at the same time. I wondered where everyone was, especially since about rougghly half of the army gained on me, and I reluctantly sent out more troops. In half an hour we managed to find a weak point in the mass groups of mutants, and we kept moving on. I was far in the back, taking out tanks, fighterplanes, and the rare, actually sly mutant.

Anyone could see I was flighting for a long time. My blood was doused in blood stains, some of myself and some of the humans. My teeth were gritted and I kept a stance even when I wasn't being attacked. I could be called Noble for this act, although after what I've bene through and what I've done, thay'd be better off calling me a homicidal maniac.

Tree and Friction stayed on their hoverboard, taking down any air vehicles, and in spare time, helping Sparky with the ground troops. Tree looked over to where the other fight was, and saw the bomb, stationary.
"We better finish up here if we can and help them with their load!" He called out to Friction and Sparky.

"Of course.." my voice trailed off, making sure to take out the last of the tanks. I ordered half of the troops to keep fighting in the battlefield, the others to defend the base, inside and out, in case of a stealth attack. I teleported to Tree, lifting myself in the air with my angelic wings.

"Ready to go? I think those bumbling idiots will eventually realise their leader is gone." I called out to Friction and Tree, going higher to get a better view.

They nodded and together rode the board towards the rest of us

I followed them swiftly from the air, wondering what was taking place way down below.

With a heavy heart, I walked to the training field to see what was happening. A black flash came by, nearly knocking me over. I froze it using light powers, and saw who it was.

"Looking for this?" He held up my mother's ring. The voice was unmistakable.
Shadow Blaze.
"You don't know when to quit." I said, a gentle wind blowing my white-highlited fur. Shadow Blaze's black-tipped pelt blew in the breeze. We drew our swords unanimously. This couldn't be good.

(None of u are on, I'm makin' crap happen XD)

Shadow Blaze grinned evilly, his black-fire sword's flames twisting and whipping with as much malice as its owner.
I stood, fighting stance, with all seriousness and power. Darkness whirled around Shadow Blaze, and the black somehow seemed blacker on his fur. A purple and black smoke whirled around him. He lunged, quickly. VERY quickly. I tried to dodge, but the blade grazed my shoulder, cutting and burning.

Yelping in pain, I leapt back. I stabbed at him, but he parried with his sword and hit mine with an ear-splitting clang. My Spirit Sword's flame started to die. He kept fighting, his sword's flame growing, mine shrinking. I couldn't fight much longer.

All hope seemed lost. My sword was all but dead. Then, it glowed. A bright, shining glow. Shadow Blaze turned away in agony. A bright light swirled around me... It felt like pure strength. My dark-gray fur turned snow-white, and the white tips gleaming gold. I was almost too bright to see.

I knew, if I went out, I would go out in a blaze.

A Blaze of Glory.