Kyran and Eden

The blue-haired man's hands moved fast as he blocked each of the enraged young man's attacks, working too hard on protecting himself to contemplate attacking back for the time being.

Finally Eden staggered back a little, gasping for breath from the exertion of energy and cursing his opponent in a language the young rock star had never heard before. Slowly, Kyran dropped his guard and stood staring at the red-eyed Dreamer. So far, he hadn't launched a single attack at Eden. "Are you done?"

The crimson-eyed demon shut his eyes a moment, then moved his hands, creating not only an energy attack, but infusing more energy into it than he would normally. Kyran blinked; it took a moment before he realised fully what the Dreamer was doing and when it sank in, his green eyes widened. Eden grinned in a mildly unhinged way, looking up from the glowing ball to the azure-haired man, the light from the energy making his face seem totally drained of colour. "Am I done? Do I look it?" And, pushing what remained of his energy into the sphere, he hurled it towards the black demon with all his force.

Kyran froze, his fear locking his legs and rendering him immobile. He brought his arms up, crossing them across his chest and shutting his eyes tightly, the only thoughts running through his head being 'Oh gods...please...don't let this happen...' He felt the heat start to burn his cheeks, then, suddenly...nothing.

Eden cried out in horror, almost collapsing backwards and using a tree for balance, his eyes rapidly changing back from the bloody-red of anger to the normal blackness. "You...you.. I don't believe...I can't believe it..." He started to look around desperately for his demonblade that Kyran had hurled away earlier in their fight, but it wasn't in view. He could only assume that one of the shadowy creatures that inhabited even the more hidden and private dreams had stolen it away; he was very unlikely to see it again. This could not be, surely not. How could this lowly black demon, who couldn't even keep his own dreamworld solid for more than an hour, let alone several weeks of preparation and hunting, turn the tables on the powerful pale Dreamer and take control of a dreamworld that he had no part in creating? He stared fearfully at Kyran as the inky-skinned man slowly opened his eyes, evidently wondering how come he hadn't been incinerated by Eden's angry fireball.

The green eyes blinked once, looking from the scared Eden to the fireball floating gently in front of his still-crossed arms. No longer was it a flaming white-yellow, but rather a brightly shining blue, white at the core and vaguely transparent. He reached out a long-fingered hand, tentatively touching the glowing globe then jerking his hand back again, expecting pain. When none arrived, he did it again, resting his hand a little on the top, looking at it with wide, incredulous eyes. Eden pushed his back further against the tree, wishing that it would open and he could vanish. Now, he was far too tired to think about fading out and reappearing Nothing would work as he wished. But his attention was more focused upon the blue-haired boy in front of him, who was peering curiously at Eden's converted energy. Finally, he took it in his hand and held it to his face, then looked up again to Eden, who tried even harder to burrow through the tree trunk. "You're still here. Why?" He paused, and when no answer was forthcoming, he smiled slightly. "You don't have control any more, do you? You've lost control of this dream, you can't make it do your bidding any more.