Finally, he heard those three magical words. They always mean something different, every time they're spoken, but this time they represented years of pent up emotion, desire, sacrifice and torture. The girl had been waiting practically her whole life to say those words, and when they came out, it was more beautiful than the chorus of angels singing a single, synchronous note. But he had best not be distracted too much. Acradius had exactly three seconds.
One.
He thrust his two forefingers into the air, and dragged them down, causing the fabric of reality to part in front of him. As the blinding white tendrils of the space between spaces enveloped him, he was gone.
Two.
In a brief flash of that same white light, he appeared on a stone table. Six chairs surrounded it, and two people looked up, startled. One was a beautiful woman in a black and red robe. She had a paper flower in her hair. She didn't matter. Not in the slightest. The one the Time Warrior was gunning for was a sickly man, with long black hair, and eyes that looked like the ripples of a single drop in a still pond. No time for pleasantries.
He entered the Time Boost. He launched himself across the table. In the slowest of slow motions, he could see the girl out of the corner of his eye. She began to unfold, as though made of paper herself. She still didn't matter. In a single motion, perfected by ages of practice and fueled with a blazing sun's worth of hatred, the mighty Quantum was slid cleanly from its sheath. The shining silver blade bit directly into the black-haired man's neck, and as the first few droplets of crimson came out the wound, the metal came out the other side. It was over on this end.
Three.
A technique that had never been seen before except by its own creator tore through the corpse before her. Of course, she didn't know it was a corpse. She had just saved the life of the man she loved. She had just saved countless people from the tragedy that almost certainly would have befallen them. She, the meek one, always hiding behind something was now a hero.
Acradius stood atop a monument and smiled as a sculptor would in completing a masterpiece. The five stone faces below him were filled with people. To them, this would only be rumor and speculation. The reality that they had to deal with was one of rebuilding and gawking in wonder at the signs of battle. To them, the blossoming romance would be a mystery. One nice surprise, and a feeling of knowing that they could leave the future to their children now.
Turning from the cliff's edge, the man in the half-plate armor simply walked away. Their fight wasn't over, but for now, it was a job well done.
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OOC: Fight me!
