The Final Battle -Part II-

The smoke cleared.
Con couldn't see anything before it did.

The word that his counterpart spoke earlier… Shunjiko.
That wasn't something you heard every day.

He feared that Al had said that word because…
No. It was impossible.
Al couldn't have learned his Zanpakuto's name.

As the smoke cleared and Al came into view, the situation proved otherwise.

Al stood there, strong and stoic.
He was holding two handguns.
They were dark grey, with a deep black star on the barrel of each one.
He stood and faced Conrad, now confident and strong.

"Shunjiko… Looks like I found it out."

Conrad now felt something that he had never felt since escaping Al's mind.
It was fear.
Fear of death.
He screamed.

"DIE!"

He fired his musket, but Al dodged the bullet with relative ease.
Suddenly, Al disappeared.

Conrad felt cold metal press into the back of his neck.

"My turn."

Con barely had time to dodge.
But Al hadn't pulled the trigger yet.

Con reappeared, emerging from his Flash Step.

Al aimed again.

"Byakurai."

[[White Lightning]]

He pulled the trigger.

A bolt of white lightning shot from the barrel of the pistol.
Con didn't know what hit him.

The last time Conrad took physical form during the Civil War, electricity was rarely used.  
So Conrad had never been electrocuted before.
After he was hit in the back by Al's lightning, the only sensation flowing through every cell in his body was pain.
He doubled over, struggling to remain conscious.

"Damn… you…"

He turned around, his face twisted with rage.

"DAMN YOU!"

Whipping out his musket, he fired again and again.
Al could barely dodge the storm of lightning that shot towards him.
He was nicked twice.

Al entered Flash Step, and Con did the same.
They clashed at high speeds, each impact sending waves of force bounding over the field and into the sky.

They exited Flash Step, bloodied by each other's blows.

Al was bleeding heavily from a hard punch to the forehead.
Blood seeped into his left eye.

Conrad was doing just as well, his shoulder nearly broken by Al's fist.

Al took aim again, this time with both pistols.

"Shakkaho!"

[[Shot of Red Fire]]

A red blast of fire burst from each of his pistols.
Conrad countered with another cascade of lightning.
They dodged each other's attack, but barely.

Con was getting tired.
He wanted Al to die RIGHT NOW.

"Enough! THIS ENDS HERE!"
He aimed at Al, who had just exited from his Flash Step.

"Kuroi Inazuma!

[[Black Lightning Lance]]

Dark sparks of electricity began to crackle around the barrel of Con's musket.

"DIE!!!"

He fired.

Al was hit in the chest, but every part of his body was in pain.
He felt like he was burning from the inside out.
When the pain finally ended, he blacked out.

His heart was stopped.

Con stood up, looking at his conquered foe.

"Hmp. And they called you a hero. Well, look at you now.
You're dead, and I'm not. Now to kill everyone you held dear."

In an attempt to disgrace his eternal foe one last time, he kicked at Al's body, but suddenly-
Al's hand moved, catching Conrad's foot.

"You… will NOT… TOUCH… THEM!!!"

Al threw Conrad into the sky.
Al stood, his expression showing pure, unbridled rage, a rage that had restarted his heart and returned him to life.

"Everyone that you and all your subordinates hurt… Stephanie… Cindy… Ivan… Lexi…
They will be avenged NOW!"

He aimed both pistols at Con's airborne body.

"SOREN SOKATSUI!!!"

[[Twin Lotus Pale Fire]]

Two massive jets of white flame burst from Al's pistols.

Con looked down at the ground and saw the two blasts flying towards him.
And then his world exploded.

His burning body hit the ground.

Al walked over to Con, who he was surprised to see was still alive, but barely.

Con had never experienced more pain in his entire life.
He was covered in burns, and it hurt even to lie face down on the ground.
Despite the pain, he looked up at his opponent.

"Damn… you…"

Al looked at Con, no mercy in his eyes.

"And now, to avenge them all."

Al was very proficient in the art of quick-draw.
He pulled out one of his pistols.

Conrad was also skilled in this art.
He whipped his musket out.

Both of them aimed at each other and fired.

The sound of two gunshots rang out in the distance.