Dark Hammer eventually began tiring out. “…you can’t.” said Dark Hammer as he swung his sword at Hammer.
Hammer ducks and the sword hits the ground as it was stuck again, Hammer kicks the sword breaking it and so Dark Hammer lost his balance and fell to the ground.
“Of course I can.” responded Hammer. “'Cause I can do this all day.”
“Oh can you now.” said Dark Hammer trying to get up but was too exhausted to stand he needed to catch his breath. “You run from fighting like a coward that you are! Fighting is everything, if you shy away you are a coward, do you hear me!”
“Your so wrong.” said Hammer. “Fighting is not everything, it never was and it would never be.”
“Is that so?” asked Dark Hammer. “How is fighting not everything.” said Dark Hammer as the scenery changed and showed Hammer’s past, as he fought in the arena.
As he one every single match in the arena.
The people in the arena loved him, they cheered and they wanted more.
“Those were the glories days.” said Dark Hammer in awed.
“Those were the days where you were born without me noticing, as you were feeding while I fought and celebrated. Though they are very found memories they are also dreadful since I know now the truth.” replied Hammer.
“Do you know?” asked Dark Hammer.
“I do.” answered Hammer as the scenery changed, Hammer was just about done fighting the arena as he took a moment to relax.
A mittle age bot came to him, he proved to be a very wise person.
(OOC: Consider this guy Hammer’s Uncle Ben version.)
“Why are you always fighting?” asked the bot.
“Because fighting is everything.” said Hammer. “Fighting is everything I know.”
The Bot chuckles. “My name is Tron.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Tron. I’m Hammer.” said Hammer.
“I know who you are, the people were cheering and yelling your name in the Arena.” said Tron.
“Oh right.” Hammer chuckled.
“Now what if I can tell you that fighting is not everything…what if I can show you that there are many other things besides fighting.” said Tron.
“How?” asked Hammer.
“Is quite simple actually, you see fighting yes it can be a hobby sometimes but you have a strength unlike other, heard rumors people are calling you a son of Megatronus now if that is true or not is up to you. What I’m saying is go out there and make a life for yourself, do not waste your gifts for this…use them for something important…something which would make a change for the better.” Tron’s words began flowing and moving Hammer in ways he has never felt before, the words were like a Prime spoke unto him, inspiring him to do more in his life.
The memories end there.
Dark Hammer scoffs and spit to the ground. “That day was-” he was interrupted by Hammer again.
“One of the best, it showed me that there is more then just fighting, an adventure a journey that led me to this place right now.” said Hammer.
“Oh right…this place which you call home…it won’t last Hammer like everything it will die. And I’ll make sure that it would happen.” said Dark Hammer.
“Not if I am here. There are only two possible outcomes…its either me finally overcoming you and fulfil my destiny or its me fighting with you till the end because I will not allow you to take control not now not ever.” Hammer said.
“Sure, but that wouldn’t work if you don’t actually fight me you know?” asked Dark Hammer.
“It will believe me.” Hammer said as the scenery changed back to the field as there was raining and there was thunder and lighting.
The two warriors prepared themselves for a finally dance…
