Chapter 8: A hero's fall.

Roxas Was without a doubt tired. After a full year of fighting to protect the spirits, the ASF had finally gotten the upper hand with the stratal fortress, Zeus. It was a city killer, and it had been used on the mobile base for the Guardian Fleet, the Moonlight Dawn. The ship now layed out in a crash plain. For almost a mile the ship was strewn out in pieces. He feared the worst, his friends, his family, all injured or dead somewhere in the wreckage. And then came the ASF leader. The Director as he was often referred to. "You see boy. This is what happens when you go against the powerful." He said. "You failed, you chose to fight a battle that you couldn't win, and now your little organization is blown to bits. literally." The Director smirked at the look of defeat on Roxas's face. After a year, the sudden loss was great. the Director walked closer and kneeled down. "I warned you boy, I may loose battles, But I always win wars." Roxas had enough of the man's mouth and slashed at him with his collapsible katana. The Director dodged barely getting a nice cut across his tailored suit. "Your right you did warn me. And i warned you that your pretty suit will be covered with your blood before i let you win." Roxas said as his helmet of the guardian suit formed around his head. (Think dead space three suit.) The Director smirked as he pulled his baton and slung it, activating the electricity. "Well boy if you want to battle, lets battle." And with that the two ran at each other. Their weapons met again and again as sparks and bursts of electricity flew around them. The fires from the crash providing no real escape. Roxas leapt over the Director, but he was fast enough to block Roxas's attack. the two continued their fight locking weapons, and growling at the other in frustration, till the Director kicked Roxas away. Thinking he had an opening the Director ran up to land the final blow, when Roxas rolled over, revealing his stire pistol and opened fire four times, effectively dropping the Director. Roxas climbed to his feet, and then walked to the wounded man. "Your right Director, you do win wars, but in the end i still win in the long run." Roxas said pointing the gun at the Director. "Maybe boy." he said. But then a plasma blast from one of the ASF Fighters hit Roxas Square in the chest burning threw the armor and Injuring Roxas heavily. "But not today." The Director said as his backup helped him to the helicopter. one of the fighters went to finish Roxas off but the director stoped them. "Leave him, He'll die of blood loss, no reason to waste ammo on him now." and with that the ASF flew away Roxas watched as they flew away as his vision faded. once his eyes closed his heart slowed and suddenly stopped.