| Subject: End Game |
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Zion
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Date Posted: 13:04:53 10/08/02 Tue
In reply to:
Jin
's message, "Along Came a Feather...then a Spider" on 10:08:43 10/08/02 Tue
The Old man had finally placed the last Item into the large bag. Motioning over to the nearby register to ring up the amount that Zion would owe him, of course with discount. The register chimed as the amount arose up on the flat display for Zion to see. "Is that reasonable enough for ya'?" the Old man exclaimed as he laughed slightly to himself.
Smiling he reached to the left side of his large black belt the buckel similar to the size of his fists. He wraped his index finger around the thin cord that held it upon his side, and twisting his wrist upward it was unwraveled and in his hand. He rose the pouch to were he could see it, and with his right hand reached into it with his index, and thumb grasping onto four gold coins. Once again smilling to the Old man, he then proceeded by placing the coins upon the table, only to reach in once again and grab four more placing them upon the counter aswell.
The Old man waisted no time in telling Zion that he could not except it scooping the coins into his right hand and gesturing them back to Zion. The large musclebound Forgotten simply smiled shaking his head as he motioned his large hands towards the Old mans. Sliding his right hand underneath the hand that lied open before him, his left hand slowly closing the Old mans hand into a fist, he spoke. "You have always been good to me, It's a token of my graditude".
The old mans eyes seemed to glimmer as water swelled within them. He merely looked down a smile seeming to everlastingly have forged upon his brow. Having let the mans hands go, Zion motioned over towards the bag of goods, but as he was about to grab it the same feeling seemed to course through his soul once again. The white wind once again flared upon his forehead this time much brighter than before.
A frown formed upon his brow wrinkles forming upon the flesh that lied between his eyebrows. His large jaw shifted downward slightly the muscles on each side tencing as his teeth clentched tightly. Fangs were now revealed as he turned his head slightly to the right, the light of the rising sun sqeezing through the gaps in between the shutters. Sapphire pupils motioned to the right corners of their corresponding Iris, the intense light of the sun causing them to look almost silver.
He nodded to the Old man to acknowledge that he was thankful, and swiftly made his way out of the back door. Bending his knees slightly, he then proceeded by thrusting himself upward into the air and onto the first platform at the back of the house, crouching so as not to be seen, his large body luckily covered by the other two platforms upon the roof. Placing his large gloved right hand upon the edge of the second platform, he peeked out slightly to catch veiw of whom it was that awaited him outside. It was astonishing what he saw, his heart filling with rage as he gazed upon the form of the man.
He could hardly contain himself, as a matter a fact, he did not contain himself. Muscles pulsated intensely, veins flaring from their hidden state due to the blood flowing very quickly through them. His insignia once again flared upon his forehead, this time a black trail following closely behind the white light, his veins seeming to grow in size and pulsate much more rapidly. His right arm slowly began to let out drips of water from his pores, the drips of water seeming to suspend themselves in animation as they fell toward the ground.
This continued for a few momments until the drips formed the solid form of a blade, his hand still visible through the clear form of the water. The white wind radiated even more intensely as he roared, the sound echoing through the entire town. Sapphire eyes flashed as a light seemed to form upon the surface of the water, a flash of light only revealing a solid blade of Ice upon his right arm baring the insignia of the white wind. The ice was as hard as titanium, yet as sharp as that of a Forgottens wings, steam seeming to emmit from the blade from the intense cold.
He once again knelt down, his left knee touching the surface below him, his left arm motioning between his legs for support. His right arm drawn back the tip of the bladefacing forward, his form resembling that of a leopard ready to strike from the shadows. The insignia of the white wind flared upon his forehead, and the surface of the blade, as time seemed to slow down immensly around him. He still moved at normal speed though, this being the true nature of mecurial speed. Thrusting himself from atop of the roof and toward his opponent, he landed upon the ground and continued forward.
Once again thrusting himself into the air, he turned himself mid-flight in a three hundered and sixty degree turn to face the back of his opponent, landing directly behind his enemy. He outstretched his large arms his left parellel to the mans torso, and his right at the same level of the mans throat. His body seemed to tower over the mans, due to Zions immense size, but it wasn't by that much. The insignia once again flared upon his forehead as he bent both arms at the elbows slamming them both at their appointed targets.
He sqeezed the man tightly with his left arm, his hand able to grasp onto the mans opposite arm, holding him close to him, but with his right he simply left the blade upon the flesh of the mans neck, the sun flaring off of it in a blinding light as time sped up to its normal state. "Now you pay for what has happened to my brother! ".
What a predicament...
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