"I'm still awaiting your answer boy." he growled as he took another swipe at Akio's body with his other sword, the humming of the Draconian Lightning grew louder as the swipe neared Akio's body, but it halted a millimeter away as Draco's coal red eyes caught sight of the Jinhai. Slowly blinking, reptilian Slits appeared within the Red orbs inhabiting his skull, and a low rumbling gurgled forth from his throat. His eye twitched, and from his chest, burst forth a swarm of Tendrils of Shadow, all reaching to either grab or smack at Akio in order to either bring him close enough so that he couldn't move, or push him far enough so that he couldn't do any damage.
"You....you are interesting."
Whatever touched them phased through them it seemed, based on the fact that Akio did just that. The great Shadow Lord didn't move, but he tilted his head in curiosity as his eyes narrowed, and he let out a curious hiss from his maw. From around the Jinhai, Tendrils of Siphoning Darkness. Physicality would not matter with these Tendrils, as they would begin to siphon at any physical, spirtiual, or mental fortitude that anything in the area had, as well as replacing it with Draco's corrupting darkness. It was then that he returned his attention to Akio, and smiled, licking at his lips with a devilishly long tongue.
"What say thee, boy?"
It was then that Ean's friend's descended from the Heavens, and where one of them popped up, two more Shadow Creatures appeared. Shadow Commandos. Obsidian Black armor with Coal Red Visors over their eyes. Most projectiles would only bounce off their armor, and their own bullets would strike back with the force equivalent to the last thing that hit the Commando's body. Sub-Machine Guns appeared in their hands and they opened fire upon Ean and his comrades. Should Ean and his friends decide to bring the fight to close range, each Commando would wield a dagger and sword each; both with serrated edges perfect for parrying, blocking, and cutting. They fought without noise, they did not falter, and they did not wince; they only kept going.
As the Heavens opened up and lo and behold the Emperor of Mankind appeared to challenge Draco, many of Draco's Legion were slain, only to be immediately replaced by quadruple the numbers, as they would begin to push outwards, to attack the Guardsman and other law enforcement and spread out along the entirety of the City if they could break through the lines. The Hounds and Slashers continued their rampage within the now battle scarred city, tearing whole buildings down if they needed to before moving onto the next and the one after that and so on.
Draco on the other hand ignored the so-called Emperor of Man and returned to fighting with Akio, in a flurry of motion, Draco's swords unleashed a maelstrom of lightning and metal towards the Wanderer. After the Flurry was over, Draco spread his arms out and from his mouth erupted a grand and terrifying sight: Shadowfire. Black and sickly green, the stuff spewed forth as if launched from a fire hydrant. It would not only burn everything it touched until there was nothing left, but also begin to erode and corrupt the very matter around it, turning the landscape into a wasteland within a matter of short minutes if allowed to spread. The Life Force of the very planet would fall victim if allowed, and Draco would only use it to fuel his Legion and allow it to grow even larger.
Crouching down, Draco stood and launched himself into the air, wings ripping themselves from his back and allowing him to hover as he stared down the Emperor of Man. The shockwave on the ground from where he launched himself would be the equivalent of a large Thermonuclear Detonation erupting in the center of the Business District, sending the shock wave outwards for miles, and making many buildings simply shatter. The Legion of Shadows would be unfazed by the massive shock, and would continue fighting, hunting, and corrupting.
Draco lowered a blade towards the Emperor of Mankind, a low growl gurgling forth once more as he smiled. "Another so called Hero of Man, come to contend with the Shadow Lord himself. You will find that I am nothing like what you have faced before." Draco growled before letting Tendrils hold his Sword for him as he clapped his hands and then pushed them up to the sky with a snarl, a great circle of Magic erupting from above his hands, ancient Draconian being the language of the seal. A great beam of purple light shot into the sky, and it then began to darken, and then rain. Lightning erupted from the clouds to the ground in bursts of one hundred bolts every fifteen to thirty seconds.
The Ancient Dragon was wise enough to know that his Shadow Magic would not work as he planned it to against the Light-Wielding Emperor of Mankind, but before Draco was a Shadow Dragon, he was a Storm Dragon with Black scales, and as a hatchling, he was already a master with his Draconian Storm Magic, and only grew more powerful as time progressed, as all Dragon-kind do. The concentration of power within the Dragon's body began to slowly rise, his human form becoming more and more deformed- more and more Draconian. His skin became scales, his skull reformed, his wings were no longer Ethereal, his hair had turned to horns, and his teeth to jagged points in many nasty rows as he never took his already Draconian Eyes off of his newly deemed opponent.
As Akio recovered from the shock wave of Draco's exit from his presence, he would find two Shadow Commandos waiting for him to get to his feet; their silence matched only by the black void that was their armor and swords as they stood and watched. They charged and attacked in Tandem, working as if two sides of the same coin, one feinting left while the other attacked right, or vice verse. They all did this with their opponents, whether it was Ean, Akio, or Ean's compatriots. The jinhai however were left alone to contend with the Tendrils of Siphoning Darkness, who were not only draining the realm around them of life energy, were feeding the Shadowfire and helping it grow.
Somewhere untouched by the Battle thusfar
Four Shadowlings, the only Four that Draco had ever created for battle and war, sat upon their knees and prayed. Their own Dark energies, granted to them by Draco himself, being funneled into a great sphere in the center of their square. The Sphere made the outer reaches of space look as though it were a star, the void peering out into the oblivious world as it grew and grew.
If completed, it would serve as a portal to the realm of Shadows itself, allowing Draco's entire Legion to pour through uncontested, and it would serve as a Conduit to the great Void; and thus further Fuel Draco's own power and body. It would also exude Darkness over the land, turning everything, including the sky itself, black. If left unchecked, this would bring about the end of Wing City itself, and eventually, Terra as a whole.