June's Moment

*June(x) didn't get to spend much time pondering the circumstancial evidence he had as he quickly got a foot to the jaw, the bottom of his mask was broken to reveal a somewhat pale human chin as he was knocked onto his back. Clumps of dirt sputtered out from under his form as he formed a divot in the earth. With a sword impaling the earth beside him and the threat of succ'ing him dry, things were looking bleak for the young man as he coughed on the floor, blood ran down his now revealed chin as he thought about how he could get out of this, but he knew he would be overpowered once more.

       The past two times he had tried to fight off the red menace it wouldn't work, he tried using a sword and being unarmed, tried swapping between targets and using most of his time to flashbang them. Throughout it all nothing seemed to work, they won the first round and lost the second but now his life was on the line because of those fucking beams!

         "I'm sorry.. everyone." June whispered, although it might seem like he was talking to those around him he was actually speaking to those within him. A cacophany of voices cried out, optimistic, pessimistic, and even altruistic as they echoed within his own mind. Some accepted the doomed fate of June while others tried their best to convince him of another idea, another way to win through some random strategy or just outright running away.

        As all hope seemed lost to the masked male the background seemed to be drowned out, the red hood hovering over him seemed to become blurred as June was drawn into the recesses of his mind, a slow, calming voice spoke to him directly in his mind.

         <"June, I know you think of us as a hinderance, a monster that will never leave you even in death, a plague on your mind. But we were all created together, we have learned through your eyes, and trained through your battles, becoming stronger when you become stronger. Let us help, June. Let us fight with you.">

          And with that the voice seemed to echo and fade away once more as the fatherly wisdom was imparted on him. June thought back to all the training he had done, through the thick and taxingly heavy air that he had to push through to use any of his abilities in his mock-combats. He thought to all the friends he had formed, the first ones that weren't in his own body at that. He realized that the spirits grew stronger just like him and he had to let them out, through channeling their anger, their fear, their pride, and hope June accessed his Spirit Energy once more, or rather Spirits Energy at that point.


       The faint glow that surrounded him seemed to explode outward for a moment as if he just broke through some mental barrier that only he had to hold himself back. The whispy glow of spirits flickered in and out of sight as June had a newfound vigor and eagerness to fight, rather than looking to those within him as a hinderance they actually made him whole. The masked male quickly brought his hands above his head, fingertips against the dirt as he suddenly pushed himself upward in a kip-up to try and kick the red menace in the chest and get himself to his feet at the same time. <"W̴e̶ ̷a̴r̸e̵ ̷J̴u̸n̸e̶.̷"> One of the voices within reassured him.

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