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Date Posted: 10:17:53 12/01/03 Mon
Author: Detrik and Ikari
Subject: The battle concludes
In reply to: Sir Detrik 's message, "The stand" on 17:25:53 11/30/03 Sun

With all his Ki, Edo shouted "Ki-ai!!", and let loose two more attacks: Long, hard diagonal slashes meant to bisect anything that got in the way. As he did this, his subconcsious sought answers... there was something there, something in Detrik's techniques... but this was no time for a walk down memory lane.

Edo's first slash hit directly into the shoulder pad of the nearly impenatrable armor, which deflected the blow directly into the cheek of the knight. The sword blow in combination with the spiritual barrage of attacks rended that side of his face, and as he did a complete spin on his vertical axis, it could be seen that the left side of his face now looked completely shorn of skin and chunks of muscle. A bloody rain splashed down on Ikari as he was in midswing towards his second strike. The second blow, however, was parried at the last second. Detrik had brought his sword up just time - and now the two blades were locked together, sparks and energy flying from both. The warriors looked hard into one another's eyes, both faces illuminated by the crackling energy between the two.

Detrik made his final manuever of the battle.

Wordless, he spun his sword in three complete rotations, each at a breathtaking speed. Twice did his sword connect hard with Edo's, sending showers of sparks and energy throughout the room, and each time it knocked the Katana further out of defensive stance. Edo knew instantly his defences were completely gone. But that technique... where had he seen that technique before?
The Third rotation ended on a powerful upper-swing that ripped clean through the Satyr. Though Venerassa was mostly powerless, she had torn completely into her enemy, and spilled his insides to the marble floor. A Violent spray of blood issued from the wound, and covered artwork on the walls with a fresh crimson splatter.

Though the Samurai lives to die. To him, Death is only another part of life, to be experienced and used as much as anything else. Edo had meditated on and for this moment for countless hours during his lifetime - and his body's training was such that it still had one last feat left in it, even though he was clenically dead.

It was all instinct. The Bushi's body plunged the Katana deep into the lower sternum of Detrik, piercing both the front and the back plate to his armor - as complete impailment was not enough, it pulled the sword at a twisting upward angle, sliding through steel and flesh like paper, heading for the throat and head. For the first time since this battle began, the Sidhe's facial expression changed. It twisted with suprise and pain, coming back to reality in an instant of complete shock. The sword never reached Detrick's neck, however, for even as Edo fell to his knees, he could see that the noble had both of his mailed hands wrapped tightly around the bare blade protruding from his chest. He held it fast, and together as a bloody heap, both men fell to the floor unconscious.

Blood, mayhem, and bodies were the decor of the evening in a moderately sized office located in the middle of a nightmarish manor that afternoon. What started as a nice morning in the sun-shiney village of Penda, ended in a blood-bath in the middle of God-knows-where.

That is the life of a Samurai. The path of Bushido has many ends, to die with honor is the most favorable.

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