I walk down the darkened hallway. Up ahead, I see the silhouette of the demon disciple. He wore dark metallic armor. Also, his level from what I can tell was extremely high. Xion reminds me of the powerful demons that tried to kill me while I was dreaming. But no matter how powerful he might be, by the end of this fight, his title "undisputed" will be taken.
Undisputed Demon Disciple: So, the little boy approaches me at last. Tell me. Who made you come here?
Zed: I came by my own free will.
Xion: your own free will you say?
Xion charges at me to deliver a devastating punch, but I jump over with perfect timing, then looks at him with his back turned. Xion spun first, puts his arms out, then curls his fingers together, spinning like a beyblade, I walk down the darkened hallway. Up ahead, I see the silhouette of the demon disciple. He wore dark metallic armor. Also, his level from what I can tell was extremely high. Xion reminds me of the powerful demons that tried to kill me while I was dreaming. But no matter how powerful he might be, by the end of this fight, his title "undisputed" will be taken.
Undisputed Demon Disciple: So, the little boy approaches me at last. Tell me. Who made you come here?
Zed: I came by my own free will.
Xion: your own free will you say?
Xion charges at me to deliver a devastating punch, but I jump over with perfect timing, then looks at him with his back turned. Xion spun first, puts his arms out, then curls his fingers together, spinning like a beyblade.
The more he spun, the more powerful the attack becomes. Some came close to striking me. Soon it was like fighting a tornado.
I jump back to a safe area. I charge up my strongest attack. With each passing second, I'm filled with more energy, more strength. When Xion gets close enough, I counter-attack with a strike of my own. Before the attack could connect, the blow already throws Xion back while he loses control by spinning too much. His armor then breaks, falling to the floor.
I move back to avoid a potential threat. I've heard of demons who try to control you when they are losing, but Xion only stood there silently deciding his next move.
Xion: By the gods, you are strong!
Zed: It's not all about being strong. Same goes for my friend Ezio. It's not all about speed. There is more to this world besides that. When your race was being discriminated, I gave myself a reason to fight. I might not be a fighter, but I'm still viewed as a demon.