Today Jonah is wearing his battle suit. It's basically a suit with hidden pockets that hold pretty much every weapon imaginable. He has to go fight a different battle than me, but I know what he always wears.
Zane will be wearing his usual black padded vest under a leather jacket, wielding his lethal bow and a pair of daggers.
I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans.
My army is already in the atmosphere of Ragnorect, waiting on me to lead them into battle. I pop my knuckles and fly to another world.
I land with a thud on the rocky surface of Ragnorect. The army of Earth methodically falls of of the sky, landing on their feet around me. There is a heavy dust storm in front of us, and I signal for the troops to halt.
I walk closer to the dust. It gets in my eyes and I blink it away, knowing no permanent damage can be done. The storm is oddly silent. Maybe it isn't a storm.
Maybe it's the quiet before one.
A few seconds later a throwing knife hurtles through the haze, embedding itself in my shoulder.
"Ouch." I yank it out and charge, meeting the horde of Ragians with the weapon they gave me, an army at my back.
A few hours later, we are winning, but not by much, and I still haven't seen Zane.
I beat down another warrior and look up for the next, and there is none. What? Where'd the army . . .
I turn around to see a net thrown over my head. It is, of course, barbed wire, and it hurts like Zane would want it to.
I struggle against the Ragians who were attempting to capture me, but more appeared with more barbed wire. Soon I was trapped, and they picked up their little cage and dragged me through the sand and rock, leaving the rest of their army to fight mine. I snap and my finger lights up, so I touch the wire and begin to burn through it.
This will take a minute. They can't notice . . .
I scream a string of curse words at them and yell, "You can't keep me in a cage! Let me go or I'll escape and kill you all!"
They laugh and keep dragging their cage. I am about to be finished . . . There! I extinguish the flame on my finger and push the circle of wire out. I tumble out and stand up, arm outstretched to pulverize them.
The first three die in an instant, and I turn to the others.
My head explodes with pain and my vision disappears.
"Zane!" I yell. There is an arrow in my head, and it hurts! I lunge forwards and discover I have leaped one of the soldiers' swords. I pull it out and turn around, to where the arrow came from, and throw it. When I hear a satisfying yelp of pain I fall to my knees and try to remove the arrow.
I yank on it and my vision comes back. I see Zane on the ground with a sword in his nice leather jacket, and a Ragian coming at me . . .