Spike was laid out over a fine cushioned sofa in the middle of a cone-shaped room. The sofa was coloured dark blue, the two arms having a single strip of dark red lining going down their middles, although Spikes head and legs were covering them right now.
The room itself had a long, light blue carpet reaching from the main entrance door to the opposite side of the room which was on a curve considering it was the fatter end of the cone-shape this room had been designed to match. The carpet had been professionally custom made so that it could extend exactly 25 metres, which was the distance between the door and the windows looking outside, and also have the end, which would face the windows, be cut to a curve and leave no gaps between it and the glass it touches.
The main entrance door, closed presently and locked, was 7 and a half feet tall, made of mahogany wood and painted light blue which matched the carpet it lead onto. The wood the doors were made of had no special engravings, they were smooth and perfect in sight and feeling. The doors doorknobs were of the ball-shaped kind, twist the ball and the door opens up.
The room itself, minus the carpet, was a lounge though; besides the couch Spike rested upon, which was seated at the direct end of the carpet and resting just centimetres in front of the back window, there were two other sofa's and two reclining armchairs. The sofas were all of the same dark blue with the single dark red line down each of its arms, but the armchairs were of a dark red instead with a dark blue line down each of its chairs; direct opposites of each other.
The two sofas were rested on the left and ride sides of the rooms, since the room was cone-shaped, though, it meant they were evenly against the wall but instead positioned so they evenly faced each other and were equally distanced between the main door and the back windows.
The two armchairs were then positioned in the back corners of the room; if the main entrance and the three sofas were to be the outer walls of a square, then the two armchairs would be the corners either side of the far back armchair. They were turned to face diagonally into the room perfectly.
Spike was awake, his eyes closed while his thoughts wondered over the events that had only happened six hours ago.
Michael and Spike had finally come down to the end of their show. With Michaels team of five: Timer, Jason, Clorax, Luke and Hell taken down, Michael was left alone. He had, of course, gotten the fire elementals to fight with him somehow; how that happened was a question Spike had yet been able to answer.
With Michael's defeat, a new man had appeared. The power of electricity tingled at his fingertips and it was because of him that Michael met his end.
Two questions were keeping Spike awake now, though.
For starters, who had that man been? He seemed to know Michael, thus why had he arrived and focused on killing Michael. Spike had the haunting feeling, however, that he was no doubt going to find out the identity and reasoning behind the man and his actions soon though.
The second, and most important question, was what was Michael's goal in the end? He wanted Spikes blood, but also wanted Oxida? Oxida made sense in its own way, Michael wanted to gain control over the strong warrior, but the blood was what confused Spike. Something about his blood was so special that it managed to get Spike this much attention, maybe the prophet of Spikes home Tornado might know? Was the man even there after Tornado's demise and destruction? It was worth checking out.
Spikes legs swung from the arm of the sofa and down to the ground, Spike himself then standing to his feet while his muscles ached from the lack of sleep; 2 hours had not been enough.

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Sky Attributer 2: Path of Devastation
FantasyMichael is down, Spike has rescued his father, and with Lexus' help Spike has saved his friends from whatever Michael did to them. But the fight isn't over, a new threat called Hunch has come, and Spike is now forced into a date with the true darkne...