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Pour Out Killer Keys (3)

Simon says let the war begin....

Demenssion_8888 Β· Fantasy
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25 Chs

16:00; Flames

" I hope Erts hasn't forgotten about meeting up with me...I'm pretty sure it's that, that, that drop of heaven. Why I'm I thinking about Corner at a time like this?, his never been there for me, infact he just makes my blood boil. His the, the, the dirt at my feet, so why do I always fall for him... do I love him?

I should follow Erts, just to see if his running late because of Corner...I swear I'm going smack that pretty, charming, lovely ...I mean stupid smile off his face".

Erts and Winx decided to sharpen there powers just incase something like the Mime attack was to happen again. The two waited for everyone to be busy, before sneaking into the underground false cleansing room.

Here they had enough room to make as much noise as they wanted and had plenty of battle space. Erts was also planning on trying out some of the combos and weaknesses he read about.

First and foremost he activated the symbol β˜…Pop out...with the wave of his hands the ground eroded violently, Winx jumped backwards to avoid it " Yohh this is just an illusion. I read that your symbol is pretty powerful as well... your only problem is you only use one trick",

" Stupid illusions... what do you mean by one trick, I can do more? there's more to just walking on water", Winx laughed. " Well yeah did you know you can forge weapons out of those very balloons", Erts said to Winx who tried it out.

The first twenty tries just ended up blowing him away, until he finally pushed himself to the edge and in the distractive ora that formed around his body, a sword was forged. " Yes! That was not easy", " okay, well the funniest part about your powers is that, you can only use that move twice...afterwards you'll be knocked out cold", Erts said.

Genius decided to come out of his hiding place. " I can't believe I'm saying this, but we need help?", he said, before Erts asked " We?".

" Don't wet your diapers, I'm only here for Mag's sake nothing else... Genius told me about your abilities and I want in too ", Doce said.

The two were extremely surprised at there elder siblings request. Though it was a good idea, it wasn't an easy one...in order for Erts to activate his symbols, he simply had to command them by thinking of that specific one, but in order to use the Amplifier he would have to go to Simon.

In theory it didn't seem like a big deal, so he sat down and meditated... taking his consciousness to the Mimes prison.

Winx on the other hand was left to train Genius. He asked Genius if his ever activated his symbol before...then he forceful attacked him in order to trigger the defense impose. A circle shone on Genius's palm and piranhas rushed out of it... luckily Winx's stunning ora help unlocked a new move, were by he instantly creater an electronic balloon copy of himself while he reappeared elsewhere.

Erts approached Simon who was seated against a wall

𝔅𝔬𝔢 𝔦'𝔳𝔒 𝔀𝔬𝔱 π”ž 𝔭𝔯𝔒𝔰𝔒𝔫𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔬𝔲, β„‘ π” π”žπ”©π”© π”₯𝔦π”ͺ β„­π”―π”žπ” π”¨π”°.

" wait! before you do anything else I need help",

ℑ𝔱 𝔰𝔒𝔒π”ͺ𝔰 π”žπ”° 𝔱π”₯𝔬𝔲𝔀π”₯ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”₯π”’π”žπ”‘ 𝔫𝔒𝔒𝔑𝔰 π”₯𝔒𝔩𝔭 𝔣𝔯𝔬π”ͺ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”±π”žπ”¦π”©...π”₯𝔬𝔴 𝔣𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔢 π”―π”’π”žπ”©π”©π”Ά, 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”©π”žπ”°π”± 𝔱𝔦π”ͺ𝔒 β„‘ π”₯𝔒𝔯𝔑 𝔱π”₯𝔬𝔰𝔒 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔑𝔰 β„‘ 𝔀𝔬𝔱 π”±π”―π”žπ”­π”­π”’π”‘ 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔑𝔒 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”ͺ𝔦𝔫𝔑 𝔬𝔣 π”ž 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔫.

" Come on the Amplifier only works when",

oHoo YoU muSt bE Him SimoN loVes Him α•ΌEα–‡.α•ΌEα–‡.α•ΌEα–‡.α•ΌEα–‡.α•ΌEα–‡ π”₯𝔒𝔯.π”₯𝔒𝔯.π”₯𝔒𝔯.π”₯𝔒𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔑𝔒𝔒𝔑. 𝔄𝔩𝔯𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱 π”Ÿπ”¬π”Ά 𝔦𝔣 𝔢𝔬𝔲 π”΄π”žπ”«π”± π”ͺ𝔒 𝔱𝔬 π”₯𝔒𝔩𝔭 𝔢𝔬𝔲...π”‡π”’π”£π”’π”žπ”± β„­π”―π”žπ” π”¨ 𝔦𝔫 π”ž π”₯π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔱𝔬 π”₯π”žπ”«π”‘ π”Ÿπ”žπ”±π”±π”©π”’. ℑ𝔣 𝔢𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔫 β„‘'𝔩𝔩 π”₯𝔒𝔩𝔭, π”Ÿπ”²π”± 𝔦𝔣 β„‘ 𝔴𝔦𝔫.....

BOOM!

A loud noise silenced the Mime. It came from a few feet away from were fosters stood. From the dust rushed out the β™”Light King and β™š Dark King, rampaging behind them was an abomination that looked like a massive twelve foot zombie with over fifty faces of dead performers.