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Date Posted: 19:21:13 12/18/02 Wed
In reply to:
Onimaru
's message, "cuckoo" on 13:47:47 12/18/02 Wed
A light smile went across my bloodied lips, a trickle of blood gently running across my cheek bone to drip upon a pool of blood...mostly my own.
Kiasin was staggering ever deeper into this..the largest of the vampires encampments...already dozens were slain..but each one slain was one hit he took in return, constantly trying to keep up with a multitude of fiends capable of even reaching the speeds he had to simply guess to return the thousand blows they rained upon him.
I can't go on... not like this..This is a suicide mission.
My face grim, wiping the blood off my cheek in a cold fury at the hopelessness I felt at that particular moment. I couldn't die like this..not in some battle that would have no meaning...I HAVE to get to the leader!.
He walked onward..unchallenged, many of the highest in the vampire hierachry was lain before him, some didn't even have bodies to claim as their own anymore. His clothes ripped asunder, the ribbions fluttering behide him as he walked along, his hair matted with dried blood...blindly going on...determined to end it here if possible.
Then..his bane came out...another vampire..a lord....walking as calm as a happy go lucky vagabond, two kukris, wickedly barbed at the tip, shining in the moonlight...the blades seeming to wink at him in antipation..to ripe him apart..it would be so easy..to just let them have thei...
NO!
The fight suddenly exploded into action, the two kukris already slamming into the defense that the boy could barely raise up, his sword hilt catching one of the daggers even as he tilted the blade to a downward angle, catching the counter to his parry with the blades downward stroke...even as the vampire quickly released his trap blade, and lightly poked thru the skin of Kiasin several times in the chest, probing for the boy's heart....
Pain simply exploded into my mind, consuming me as I at last saw a flash of color...I knew what was happening...Raken explained this...when loss of blood made my eyes see images..my brain unable to comprehend it all...as more of that piercing cold stabbed into me...getting closer each time to my heart...so much agony...end it please...
The vampire finally sighed, dropping the blades as he kneeled down with the saiyajin...embracing him...laughing demonically at the potential power he would soon claim...he would perhaps even challenge Crystin now...even as he parted his mouth and hissed, looking up toward the moon in homage...or perhaps mocking the symbol...and went to bite down...
My eyes finally rested on my new sword...a beautiful image to carry into the realm of the dead I thought...until the blade flashed...painfully ...too bright...is this..the end?
The blade reached a ear piercing scream, a high wailing that simply at first annoyed the Vampire, then reaching sucha cresendo it grew painful...then as if it was a bile poison to its very soul...even as the Forgotten as well started the eerie glow...all the features melting into that intense white...heat...even as the Two wings exploded from the back...a wind starting to circulate around the body...as a dark ember gazed from the heat...
The vampire was nothing but a husk of cinders....as the being..no longer saiyajin..no longer forgotten...Winged and tailed like both...walked ever deeper...looking for the leader...a huge pulse of holy and unholy residing in each step...in each breath....The Paradox, even as it seeked to draw upon itself the full force of Forbiddion...engulfing it like some huge maw that was hungry beyond possible comprehension...
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