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- Garfielf stood across from the man who had ruined his life, the killer who had taken everything from him: Kira Yoshodie. His friends....his family all destroyed in an instant by this monster. Even as rage filled garfielf's heart a strange calmness fell over him as clarity took hold, he had nothing left to lose and would fight with everything he had in him. He approached odie with a quiet fury burning in his eyes as his hands glowed red with an unholy power and crazy lasaga appeared beside him "Kira Yoshodie, you killed my friends, my family like they were nothing more than sacks of meat, like they were nothing more than worthless in your eyes. I face you with the very wrath of my ancestor, with the very power of lasaga in my hands." Odie laughed as he walked forward to meet the young man he had onced looked after, the young man that now meant nothing to him. Killer quisine appeared beside him and punched it's fists together, creating a small explosion as the two met in the middle. "You think you can defeat me without your friends by your side? You think you can win? You will fall like your friends and family before you because now no one stands with you." A moment of silent fell over the battlefield to be as a leaf blew by in the wind, in this moment as the two's fierce determination clashed between them...all seemed at peace, neither one moving to make the first move before the other....until finally roars erupted from the both of them, breaking the calm that was once over the area, blow after blow between them clashed and rang out, screams replaced by roars of rage as they damaged each other with every attack they made. As their stands clash garfielf and odie had a battle of their own, garfielf swiping with his claws as odie chomped and bit, his tongue seeming to have a life of it's own as it aided in his attacks. As rage and darkness filled garfielf's heart the red energy spread from his hands up to his arms and then across his entire body and as this process completed his stand began to change....until it resembled the Overlord Garfielf, garfielf's own ancestor, that once brought the world to it's knees. The stand spoke in a voice that once rattled and shook the world itself: "Through my descendant's rage and anguish i have been reborn anew from the power of lasaga, now Odie...you shall face the full dark wrath of my power, take solace in knowing you will be the first to meet this fate at my descendant's hands" As he spoke garfield became enveloped in darkness, two red beacons of energy in place of his eyes, to odie's dismay...garfielf became stronger, faster, even more powerful as the moments ticked by. Images of his friend's deaths flitted through his head as he gave in to the full power of the darkness of lasaga...odie never stood a chance as he was casually tossed aside, ripped apart, shredded by the sheer berserker-like power garfielf now wielded, garfielf ripped odie's eyes and tongue from his head as odie let out a scream through the gurgles of his blood and the last thing he felt before death were his own eyes and tongue being shoved straight through his skull. After the battle, the overlord stood before the shadow of garfielf as he looked over the carnage of the battlefield. "This carnage....the bloodthirst of this man who resembles the dog i once called friend, perhaps i was wrong in thinking humanity could truly take care of itself, perhaps i was wrong in saving the world so long ago...with my descendant's power at my side I can assure this world that i will not make the same mistake again." From that very hill a new empire arose with the power of garfielf and his ancestor combined at it's helm...in a far off land an ancient master stood up. "It seems my old friend has fallen once more....I am old....weaker than I once was but who else but me will make things right?" Even as the world plunged into darkness under the dark overlord's reign, a light traveled forth to cut through it, the light of the one who once defeated the overlord so long ago: Jon Arbuckle, True Successor of the fist of the borf star.
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