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Date Posted: 11/ 1/04 1:32:42am Mon
The shadow remained unmoving throughout the battle…dispatching very few from their mortal coil. Only those that ventured close enough to attack him in earnest…were parted from their lives in a very quick, albeit thorough manner. Still, the battle was intense, and he could feel his blood begin to boil, discipline keeping him in check…preventing the assault that he could unleash upon the masses. Humans…they were so weak….
Still, he was impressed. Very few had the ‘cojones’ to mount an assault on Hogoromo, and this was pretty…well, for lack of a better word…shocking. He however was most impressed by the blade dancing of his sister. She fought like a true Icewind, though her training had never really been completed. Her grace was sublime as her body moved from stance to stance, reaping the weapons and parting many from consciousness. He could only applaud silently within himself. It was…beautiful, a dance..untainted by the shedding of blood…save the fool that apparently had decided to be….stubborn. The Karyuudo smirked….amethyst eyes dancing across the battlefield below him, moving from conflict to conflict, reveling in the chaos. With the coming attack he had slipped away from Emi’s room, forcing the slightest cantrip h e knew on her…knocking her out cold in a restful, albeit dreamless slumber.
A shock of pain tore through him…and brought him back to focus. Zenra…she had fallen.
ZENRA!!!!!!!!
!
Seraph was already in motion, liquid grace and death. He leapt from rooftop overlooking the wall and battlefield. Instinct and reaction were one… he vanished. The ground seemed to tear apart under the onslaught of his legs as he thrust them viciously into the ground. Cracks emerged with each step as he forced his body past the limiter that he had placed upon himself to regulate his motions.
It was not over, it couldn’t be...his sister…she had to be ok….
Reality shattered in his mind…and he appeared on the battlefield, what seemed to be death-incarnate. Seraph’s left hand drew his katana from its sheathe, his body accelerating instantly to a point that few could even completely comprehend. There was no sound…as blade’s razor sharp edge passing through the thin leather armor, flesh and bone seemingly unhindered. There was no time to blink, no time to react…Battoujutsu. Even as the now bisected body started to fall in half, his body never stopped moving…his knee’s bending while he brought his head down, ducking. The edge of a halberd whizzed over his head, taking with it a few strands of his silver hair. He pivoted with the momentum of the accelerated blade of Battoujutsu, and tilted his wrist slightly upward, bringing his weapon in a diagonal arch upwards. The soldier wasn’t ready for that response. He died for that. The keen edge of his blade shredded into the flesh of the man’s side, sliding deep into his body, stopping about midway. Right hand moved up, thrusting against the dull side of the katana, forcing the blade through bone and flesh alike until it exited the man’s shoulder. The body blossomed blood for but a moment before it fell over and hit the ground in a heap of flesh.
A few soldiers froze in shock…and Seraph was gone, ravaging another in a flurry of well placed precision strikes. It was only when his arm stopped moving that five more fell in a heap of torn flesh, their bodies falling in slow motion as it were, since his arm had been nothing more than the faintest heat-shimmer so was the speed of his attacks.
Amethyst eyes looked up in time to see Wyrd tear two soldiers apart…and his crazed mind easily withstood the shockwave that Dias exerted, the empathic emotion blending into the cacophony of insanity that was the Black Wind in his mind. He was relieved slightly to see his sister be taken away….but the soldiers…they paid for their comrade’s foolhardiness. Death was unleashed onto the battle-field.
He moved as a liquid his body flowing with the cadence of battle so much so that it seemed a slaughter. For one that hunted demons and the like…humans were cannon-fodder. A blade passed mere inches from his cheek, as he spun striking upwards diagonally and tearing the man in two. He smirked and focused his mind…the weapon in his hands suddenly seeming to shimmer as he placed both his hands on the hilt. Reality warped slightly and he pulled his hands apart. Now…there in his hands were the Twin Fangs, the weapons seeming to glow as he twirled the two weapons their atomically thin edges whistling in the air as he continued this onslaught.
Already forty men lay dead or dieing at his feet…his amethyst eyes narrowing darkly….they had fucked with the wrong person’s sister.
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