I believe you people wanted the chapter 2 I wrote? MCancer's character should appear in the next chapter. This is my first time writing a beystory, so enjoy!:
CHAPTER 2: Clash! Hydrus and Pegasis!
“Woahâ€, I said, as I stared at the bey, no, my bey, in the box. “Am I dreaming?â€
“Happy birthday, George!â€, my mom and friends said.
“Finally, my own bey! Let me test this out! Come on, somebody battle me!â€, I said, jumping up and down out of excitement.
“Fine, I’ll battle you. Get ready to face my Pegasis!†Mom said, holding up her Basalt Pegasis.
“Ha, this is awkward. George’ll be battling his own mom?†Austra whispered to Alejandro.
‘What was that, Austra?â€, Mom said with an eyebrow twitching.
“U-u-u-uhh, n-nothing at all!†stammered Austra.
My mom and I walked outside to the beystadium, where both of us held our launchers parallel to the floor. I stared at my mom’s launcher, a Launcher grip and beylauncher, thinking about how I only had a Light Launcher II to work with.
“I’m sure I can win though, I mean, she’s my MOM. How tough could she be?†I thought to myself.
“Come on, lazybones, snap out of it and count down already!â€
“If you say so, Mom.†I stated with a slight smile, noticing the height differences between our beys. Her Pegasis can’t even hit Flowing Hydrus! This’ll be a piece of cake.
“3!â€
“2!â€
“1!â€
“GO SHOOT!â€, my mom and I yelled, as Hydrus and Pegasis landed in the stadium.
“GO Pegasis!â€, my mom yelled.
“Mom, please. Don’t sound so cheesy, that’s what Ginga’s supposed to do.†I complained.
“Just getting fired up, that’s all.†My mom said with a wink.
Hydrus sat at the center, while Pegasis was bouncing around the stadium in a triangular fashion.
“Pegasis, attack!â€
Pegasis stopped bouncing and rushed in towards Hydrus, while my mind raced to think of a comeback. Of course! With the 85 track, Pegasis can’t hit me, and I could avoid the Basalt metal wheel by hitting Pegasis from above!
“Hold your ground, Hydrus! Wait for the right moment!†I yelled.
Pegasis rushed in, and as I expected, couldn’t hit the bottom of Hydrus’ metal wheel. However, Hydrus was slowly getting pushed back from the force of Basalt Pegasis’ attack.
“Hydrus, now! Lean back, then attack!†I shouted
Hydrus leaned back, letting the wave of W2D catch the edge of the stadium, sending it racing around the stadium.
“Oh, what’s this?â€
“Now Hydrus, attack!†I yelled confidently.
Hydrus smashed into Pegasis, who was barely moved thanks to the Basalt wheel. However, Hydrus then leaned forward and grinded Pegasis into the ground, sending Pegasis bouncing into the air.
“Yes, it worked!†I cheered.
“Nice work, George! You’ll win for sure now!†Austra and Alejandro exclaimed
“Don’t count me out just yet.â€, my mom said slyly.
“What?!â€
Pegasis hit the edge of the stadium, and rushed back at Hydrus.
“Hah, it won’t matter, Pegasis can’t touch Hydrus!â€
“Yes, that would be true. But what if I hit you while leaning over?â€, Pollus said.
Pegasis leaned forward and smashed into the 205 track. But then!
“NO! Hydrus, lean back and roll out of the way!†I yelled. But it was too late. Pegasis’ Quake bottom caused Basalt (yes, that heavy monster known as Basalt) to smash hard into the underside of Flowing Hydrus. Hydrus flew high into the air, then smashed into the stadium wobbling crazily.
“NO! This means you’ll-â€
“Let’s go, Pegasis! SPECIAL MOVE: BASALT BURIAL!†my mom yelled.
“NO, HYDRUS!â€
Pegasis rushed to the edge of the stadium and leaned over, causing the Q tip to send it high into the air, just above Hydrus. Pegasis turned sideways and fell straight down onto Hydrus’ side. A giant cloud of smoke erupted from the special move.
“Wait, won’t you stop spinning too? You fell in as well, there’s no way out!†I said desperately.
“Honestly George, use your brain. What would be the point of a special move if it would cause me to lose as well?â€
As the smoke cleared, an enormous, 2-foot-deep hole was revealed in the center of the stadium. Inside the huge, gaping fissure laid a motionless Hydrus, covered in stones and dirt. Basalt Pegasis was bouncing around the edge of the hole. But of course! The Q tip caused Pegasis to bounce out of the hole as soon as it hit the side of the hole the special move created, thus making it win.
I sank to my knees, stammering. “I-I lost...â€
“Well, you had the right idea for a first battle. You thought just like any other novice blader, and that’s completely normal. Well done, George,†my mom said as she helped me up.
“You just need more practice,†said Alejandro.
I don’t need more practice, I thought.
I need a special move.
Next chapter!
As Alejandro helps George perfect his special move, Austra decides to look for a good battle. He goes to the park, and sees a mysterious blader defeating everybody there with his bey. Austra quickly challenges him to a battle, and is sure of his victory. But what's this? His opponent's bey doesn't even have a track, and it changes modes?! Has Austra bitten more then he could chew? Find out next time!
I know that last part was cheesy, but whatever. Enjoy!
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