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'Magic!' Chase thought to himself as he was struck hard in the stomach by a sword that felt more like a wrecking ball. He was thrown away a good distance from the swordsman before tumbling to a halt on another misty surface. 'Magic, i can't believe it! What the hell are we going to do Pokepoke!' Prichard turned over in his mind, his eyes visibly wide in disbelief. He didn't even have enough time to activate his light class personal force field which he had forgotten about until this moment. After turning it on and getting to his feet, Prichard realized he would not be able to just 'go all out' and win this one. He was also starting to think he had been a bit foolish in blindly charging an unknown foe.
Chase stumbled to his feet. "Pokepoke, release the girl," Chase said out loud so his two combatants could hear. 'Let some of that telekinetic strength return Pokepoke,' Chase mentally dictated to his Bon-Ton companion, 'this is going to be tougher than i thought.' The orange glow from Pokepoke's blank face slowly burnt out, and the mental paralysis was lifted.
Prichard smirked. "Perhaps I acted too hasty, you're pretty good with magic it seams. I'm not sure where you two came from, but on my side of the galaxy magic is a rare gift seldom seen in these techno-mythological days. If this is indeed a tournament then perhaps I should've behaved more sportsman-like." He was still holding the two handed sword, the end of the massive blade resting on the cloud in which he was standing. "The name's Chase, Chase Prichard." He motioned to Pokepoke, who was still hovering in the same spot he had been since they had first awoken in this dreamscape. "That's Pokepoke, a Bon-Ton from 10 lightyears off the fading side off the Pudding nebula. Not that that's going to mean much to you two, judging by your ridiculous outfits." Chase smiled in slight mockery, one hand still clenched his bruised chest.
"So there, I bantered a little as originally requested by yourself swordsman. I believe it would only be fair to allow you to lead off the next attack." Inside Chase was glowing and Pokepoke could feel it. His smitten of soliloquy gave his boots enough time to recharge, Pokepoke some time to rebuild his telekinetic strength, and most importantly time for Chase to catch his breathe after being struck so hard in the chest. "MIND ATTACK READY CARE FRIEND STEADY CHARGED FULL ATTACK POWER READY WAITING STAYING WATCHING." Chase's eye piece flashed the Bon-Ton's thoughts. 'That's right little guy - now we know what we're dealing with, and we've had time to let our gear cool. Now we just wait for the next move - just watch me closely and be ready to help as soon as I'm attacked.'
Chase moved his hand away from his chest and once again took up his sword with both hands. "So come on mr. mystical swordsman," the space pirate said with an over-confident smile, "I'm waiting..."
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