Wow, Kanji ... nice work, now i have to start reading :) to catch up with you guys.

**Kanji, I love reading what you write. I really hope Cooly gets his butt in here soon to write! But until then I wait...**

Getting to it :D

I wish this story didn't die..
I miss it and I think we should try to get it started again. ^_0

wow.....i really have to catch up with this again........i have alot of reading to do....lol

yes.. yes you do hunny lol

Sorry but it died along time ago... We may one day finish this.. but i doubt it. I do wish to continue this but most people no longer come on line or are inactive (my self included).

Swiftant's Return part 1
 

*Picking up from where I left off - both Suzette & Swiftant had a physical misundersanding, which resulted in Swiftant fainting, right after he confessed his love to Suzette ^__^*

By SuicideSuicide aka Suzette:
"Anger, coldness, cunning, evil, revenge, and self-reproach...", a ringing voice of alternating sources as each word is pronounced directs itself to me.

"Who... What are you?", I cautiously ask.

Thinking: My companion isn't normal. He lacks any readings of existence. I can't sense a vestige of life from him at all. With the magnitude of darkness disabling my sense of sight, I can only inquire the cause of my confusion.

"What am I? Hu hu hu... I think the more pressing matter at hand is who you are...", the anonymous sound closes in.

"I'm-", I pause, my mouth opened, in surprise at a failed attempt to name my identity.

"Are you now?", the voice sniggers, "Your origins, your way of life, your purpose... Do you not possess any of them?"

There is a moment of silence, as I muster the best of my arrogance and tenacity.

"Too bad, I guess... I don't need any of that which you speak of.", I answer it.

"A bold suggestion... But no one can live without anything..", the voice begins.

"Suggestion? Hmph, I'm not just anyone.", I cut in, "My will to survive all odds bears witness against your criterion."

"Hu hu hu... Well-said... Let I, Yogensha, put your words to the test, then!"

As the entity speaks, the space in my vicinity distorts. The darkness whirls and gradually sets a formation of six mirrors, before sliding away to the sides, leaving the lifesize mirrors to surround me.

"Anger, coldness, cunning, evil, revenge, and self-reproach...", Yogensha iterates.

An amazing sight greets me: Each structure is concealed with an element: The first is in flames, the second frozen in a block of ice, the third oozing with poison, the forth retains black as its original color, the fifth is in the shape of a gravestone, and the last one is covered in bloodstains.

"Fiery; Frost; Venom; Shadow; Vengeance; Kamikaze, reveal yourselves!", Yogensha cries in his reverberating voice.


**Yeah, I'm back! XD~! Geez, I didn't realize how difficult it was to adjust my mentality for writing again >_< Kanji, SS, and all the others, my apologies! =D I'll continue later in response to your other posts, when I'm not so exhausted.
Edit: The scene above takes place in my unconsciousness, by the way.**

Swiftant's Return part 2
 

"Fiery; Frost; Venom; Shadow; Vengeance; Kamikaze, come forth!", Yogensha cries in his reverberating voice.

As soon as he commands, the atmosphere intensifies. I feel as though a heavy force of unimaginable power is crushing everything between the uppermost part of my body to the ground.

My heart skips a beat, in the process of my inspection of the unbelievable phenomenon. Right there and then, six pairs of hands stretch toward me, connected to the planes of the mirrors themselves! One by one, my reflections come striding out of their fictional dimensions, each with both Zeus and Raijin equipped as weapons. Their faces are completely emotionless and their actions seem lifeless, as if a ventriloquist is manipulating them, of his will.

Abiding by a will of my own, I immediately clasp the katars, to level the playing field.

"Using my abilities against me, huh...", I mock Yogensha for his lack of creativity.

"Technically, not. But I imagine their strength should bring this battle to an equilibrium, at least..."

"Fine, let's see what you've got."

"Attack.", Yogensha instigates.

The look-alikes suddenly charge relentlessly at me, the blades of their katars pointed at my heart and head. Dodging their barrage of potent swings and cling clangs, by hurling my lightweight body onto the mirror planes and hopping to the other, I manage to analyse their speed.

"Hmph, and to think I thought I'd get a challenge out of this...", I calmly say, to nowhere in particular.

"Don't you get it yet? Where're you're in... This is YOUR mind!! Behold the midst of your subconsciousness, with every negative aspect you've ever experienced!", Yogensha exclaims.

"I'll admit I'm a little disappointed at myself, for being weak-minded, but it doesn't change the fact you're still going down, Yogensha.", I proclaim his premature defeat.

"Is that so? Even if your mind has become my puppet? Very well then, unleash...", Yogensha gives another set of commands.

Almost instantly, a tornado of fire heads in my direction. I sideflip, nearly getting caught ablaze, just to be targeted by balls of ice that freezes and breaks anything they come into contact with. Using my multiple image technique, I boost my evasion of those quite easily. To my shock, a dozen black figures rise in front of my images, without exceptions, and slash at them. Simultaeneously, they fade away as I leap backwards to avoid being dealt the same fate.

Thinking: What is this sense of nostalgia spreading through me? Why is it growing more vivid by the techniques my reflections strike me with?

But I do not have time to try reminiscing, because in the meantime, one reflection has shot arrows at me, five at an interval. I hardly escape from its destructive properties - an arrow infused with venom at its tip burns a small hole in my cloak. Reasons sufficient to quickly find myself sprinting around in a constant cycle of patterns. My eyes catch a glimpse of two reflections, who aren't bothering to even lift a finger in the chaos.

That's it! I run at them, flinging my shurikens at both while I do so.

"Uuurgh!", a stabbing pain presents itself in my chest.

Thinking: Did the other four's attacks hit me? No.. They're still a good distance behind...

I glance up to the two stationary reflections. My shurikens did not fail me. One of them has a deep gash in his forehead and the other has one lodged in his chest.

My eyes widen. On the former's head, the skin on the edge of the shuriken are reaching to each other! I watch in frustration as the wound heals up and the shuriken drops to the floor with a clunk. These two are the direct unlikes of one another: The skill of regeneration and pain-infliction.

"Give it up, no one can withstand to the negativity in themselves. Resign yourself to me.", Yogensha says.

"Like I mentioned... I'm not just anyone.", I tell him, engaged in a hit-and-run combat against the six reflections at the same time, "I am...."

My struggle to recall my identity shoves my mental state of oblivion into a zooming film of my flashbacks: How my village was destroyed, how the dragons lied to me, how I had slaved for them in the hopes that they'd help avenge my village's honor, how Shakura had betrayed me, how, in the end, I had finally found companions who were willing to share my dream...

Thinking and smiling to myself: Heh, I suppose this is the second time my memories have saved me, eh..?

"I am...", my eyes glow crimson, "SWIFTANT!!!"

Swiftant's Return part 3
 

"AAARGHHH!!!", I scream, in an explosion of fury lightning from the core of my body, entirely annihilating whatever that invaded my mind.

Seconds passed. Then minutes. Nothing is lunging for my throat, the mirrors were shattered everywhere.

"You have done excellently, Swiftant."

Thinking: Yogensha?! How could it...

The form of an old man begin building up beside me, particle by particle.

"You still haven't answered me. Who are you?", I inquire again, this time, with my usual proud tone.

"I have already stated it. My name is Yogensha.", he keeps quiet for a moment, screwing his face up in thoughts. "I am a millon year old spirit who have developed my supernatural prowess over the millenniums. Strangely enough, it's become my interest to travel via dimensions and provide faith for the strong. I render help to people, in ways I deem best for them."

"So, it was..?"

"Yes. It was fundamentally a test of courage. A test to see if you have what it takes to claim the heads of your most powerful enemies... at one go..."

I look at him blankly.

"You were able to defeat yourself and hence, have been granted new powers, not from any magic jewellery, but from within yourself.", Yogensha claims.

This is to much to absorb, it is really too wonderful to be true.

"Your friends...", he continues, "are the reason you live, are they not? They're worth the value you place upon them. Each and every single one, indeed. I have met them myself actually, pretty nice bunch you got acquainted with."

"You mean you've...", but before I can go on any further, Yogensha holds up his palm.

"It's time for you to amend the flaws in your life. Make it up to her, alright?", Yogensha winks at me childishly.

"But I still have things I want to clar-", obviously, the old man has a knack for cutting people off halfway when they're talking.

"Now GO!!", and darkness falls unto me once more.

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"You who calls himself the DragonSin... It was an interesting encounter... Thanks for the fun... Hu hu hu..."

The next thing I know, someone is sitting me up, urging me to drink something. It doesn't afford me long to recognize who it is. I gulp down every portion of the strong tasting liquid. The rough flavour on my throat causes me to cough, and the impact, in turn, causes my eyes to open and stare straight into Suzette's. I start to act on the first thing weighing on my mind.

"Suzette, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I wasn’t thinking.", she puts one finger on my lips.

Thinking: Oh geez, another cut off..? >_<

Suzette leans in, her breath on mine, her bossoms resting against my chest. I can count all her eyelashes, her seemingly poreless face. Her hair curtains our faces, giving us all the privacy we need... And I feel her moist lips touch my own, tentative at first, then gently prying them open with her tongue, and teasing me a little.

Suddenly, she pulls back, quivering, and quickly gets up, before running off to the entrance of the cave. I peruse her with understanding. From that view, she looks exactly like an angel in prayer. Following my intuition, I slowly walk up to her figure and delicately put my hands on her shoulders, like I am treasuring a fragile artifact. She spins around in surprise, unintentionally prompting me to release all my love for her into a smile, which tells her all I want to say, without words.

"I know what I did was wrong, but, it just felt so right.", Suzette ashamedly mutters, not daring to set her eyes on me. My hand grabs hers in protest.

"I know what you mean and what you're feeling. I'm feeling it too.", I confess blatantly. I yearn for her kiss again, letting myself fall into her.

(Oh well, there's gotta be an anticlimax somewhere... So... :rolleyes:)

All of a sudden, I spot something in the horizon, it is the color of midnight sky. I motion for Suzette to stick behind me while I check out the incoming object of flight.

"What is that? I've never seen something like that before."

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's coming right at us!"


**Alright, Kanji or someone, you're up next. >=)**

KAZUHIDE - The Meeting
 

The dawn of a new breed...
 

*Man you guys really raise the bar each time. Am I jealous or am I jealous >_<* ^^

Well if two musketeers can do it then so can the third (and roleplay was one of my favourites anyway :rolleyes:)... here goes nothing...

Chapter 1: Rebirth

Unbeknownst to either Kazu, Swift or Suzie, turmoil had started within the land. The shedding of dragon and human blood had reached it's fiercest peak in the long battles fought so hard. The land was tainted with the sorrows of the dragons and cry of their hopes... it was speckled with the corpses of the humans and the pain of their agonies.... The air stood heavy with the thick suffocation of revenge... the wind sang their deathly laments... and in this musical charade the land stood to respond with a voice of its own.... from a cave hidden deep in the mystic boundaries of the forest of voices.

Deep within the fiery heart of the land a conciousness awoke from it's slumber in the vastness of Ether. With a sudden but swift decisiveness the clouds around the forest center joined thick in union forming a solid boundary of condensed air. The light of the sun blacked out and the gathering clouds turned dark and sinister. A sense of immeasurable power pulsated through the land. The air filled with purpose and black clouds began swirling in a dizzying vortex. The sense of power grew stronger and more pronounced, the clouds swirled faster into the vortex... A sudden searing vertical shaft of light lit up the forest. It burned the land and pierced through the dark firmament. Time stood still across the forest. The universe itself seemed stalled to watch the scene. The throbbing sense of life and presence palpated through the forest. The very earth seemed alive and awake. The tall trees cowed down in awe and fear, their heads bent low lying prostate on the ground. Lightning bolts rippled from the dark vortex and struck the timid branches below. Burnt cinders flew from trees ripped asunder. Dried leaves burst aflame scattered around in the demonic wind like an eerie dance of fireflies... Amidst this grisly cemetary of beheaded trees a spark of conciousness suddenly spoke...

"Eaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" A terrible scream echoed through the ether. Tendrils of thought arced chaotically around surprised with their existence. The spark continued... "What age is this? Where am I? What are these blood memories I perceive? Kinsmen murdered... oaths betrayed... a deep evil treachery... vengence is at hand... a deed must be done and I am the only one to do it... I am the only one, that CAN do it... I am the only one, born to do it... I am... alive!!!!"

A flutter of gigantic wings echoed through the dark and a burst of red hot flame gushed through the cave. Trees afar and nigh transformed instantly to ash. Brown sand charred a deep black in a matter of seconds. The searing heat vapourised the clouds above. As suddenly as it had appeared, the shaft of light vanished. Bright sunlight burst through the vapourised cloud cover. As the first beams of the golden sun reached the earth, all that could be seen for miles around was charred black ground and scattered ash. What once stood as a mystical forest now lay charred as a cremated corpse. The mystical forest of voices had been broken.... and walking away from this scene of blatant massacre, TENSHOUJIN paced forward with determined steps. For a moment, a gleam of vengance and determination shimmered bright in those red eyes, but in a trice they were gone. The eyes took on a clear blue shade, silky black hair fell parted upon his head, rippled muscles lay as testimony to the vanished wings. In his first few steps, whisps of smoke rose from the ground, burning the very ash that lay there but like the rest of his features the smoke faded and his feet turned human.

Awake, Alive and Astute he marched ahead... for ahead.... destiny waited...

NEW character:

Name: Tenshoujin (Heavens destroyed benevolence)
Breed: Dragoman (Half Dragon Half Human)
Height: 6"
Weapons: Materialized fire sword and summonable fire shield protection.
Abilities: Dragon magic, but these are untapped abilities that will develop over time as Tenshoujin learns from his blood memories.

Vulnerabilities: Invulnerable to elemental damage. Absorbs strength from fire and lightning attacks. Specially vulnerable to chaos and confusion spells but when driven into frenzy is more likely to transform and use powered attacks against friend and foe alike.

Appearence: Not overly muscular but a chiselled form with smooth black hair parted at the center. Eyes are clear blue and his face is angular. He wears no head gear. He wears a black garment with a red outlined dragon emblem on the chest.

Additional details: Tenshoujin is an oddity in nature. As a hybrid of dragons and humans he has the ability to transform into his "dragon" state. In this state, his appearance mimics that of a dragon. he grows a sharp tail, talons, wings and his eyes burn red. In this state his magical abilities are heightened greatly but he loses the ability to fight with a sword or use the fire shield. His fire breath is lethal and the hot flames are capabile of burning even ash. As with his human state, his magical capacities and control are limited initially and require development over time from his blood memories. Anger is a trigger for sudden exceptionally skillful and immensly powerful use of his power but this is a rare event.

His origins are a mystery and the secret to his birth and existence lie in forgotten memories embedded in his mind. For a long time he lay trapped within the cave in the forest of voices suspended in magical sleep. The planetary alignment and the rift between humans and dragons triggered the conditions for his birth. His only reason for existence is to achieve a single goal. What this goal is, is still undisclosed and all that is known about it is that it involves an ancient legacy and the dragon queen.

Allegiances: None. He keeps his own counsel since he has just come into existence. He will step with those that aid his goal but never truly be part of any team other than his own.

Tatsu: New Chapter ~ "Revelation"
 

** O_O Aoshi's first post here just like, pwned everyone else's X__X**
**Kanji's latest post is in a neck to neck race with his =P**

Despite of our still intangible distance, I raise fair attention on the alarmingly enclosing eclipse, my array of pugnacious instruments a hair's width from my wield. Focusing on its travel towards us, Suzette and I hold our ground, allowing the sunlight beyond to assist our queries, by molding its details symmetrically - a dragon with a viciously scaled hide as black as night, and indiscriminately riding on it, a shrewd-faced man of slim built, decked in an outfit no brighter than the dragon.

Intriguingly enough, the smaller of the two triggers the impact of a first impression, etching an establishment of vague but familiar vibes emanating from him.

"Suzie, is it me, or has he came here before?", I ask out of curiosity.

"He seems... recognizable...", she murmurs uncertainly.

Thunderously, the black dragon plummets its powerful claws into the earth; its intimidating shadow looming over us, in an inescapable sanctum of loss. The man slides gracefully off it and strolls in our direction, his movements casual, ironically agile. Something dangling by the newcomer's waist credits him careful emphasis... - my sakkat! No mere human strength would have sufficed where and when it could have been retrieved.

"Swift... There's no way...", Suzette whispers, her tone appalled.

"Who cares, I'll just have to get it back.", I assure her.

"Swiftant! I need a word with you!", calls out the stranger.

I dive at him with fierce velocity, my red eyes burning ferociously at the area his body and my sakkat contact.

"First, that's mine!"

**I sooo need to get back into practice XD.**

KAZUHIDE: ~ "An Unexpected Encounter"
 

*O_O'... O_O"...x.x'... if you guys write any better than this I'm gonna have to quit! :D. Outstanding posts the both of you!!!! Cooly as usual making stunning posts with those flavoured adjectives :rolleyes: and Kanji-kun just magnificent with those fight scenes. I can practically see the fights happening as I read about them. I'm just luving the way this story develops... whoots!*

Sorry I wasn't online yesterday, had some important stuff to take care of at work and I have some travel coming up as well. But in the meanwhile, Tenshoujin's agenda needs to progress... :cool:

Chapter 2: The Feeding

Swirling colours dazzled around him, vivid greens and ecstatic blues. The sky stood glittering with a myriad hues, every single colour calling out to his senses. He felt the movement of the wind, he tasted the moistness in the air, he perceived every movement around him, every blade of grass, every glowing cinder and every single wisp of ash... They seemed struck in slow motion and standing where he was he felt he could direct their poetic movements like a composer beckoning a virtuoso. A sudden acrid smell of fire woke him to reality. The movements and colours turned normal and the smell of burnt wood reeked stronger around him. His dragon vision had subsided and his senses mimicking his appearence turned human as well.

Broken images of fire and destruction flashed past his brain. Screeches for help mixed with cries of valour distorting his senses even more. Buildings turned to ash, castles lay ravaged and razed to the ground...the sound of falling mortar spelt doom to those who lay below... The scene suddenly vanished, only to be replaced by a shining bright blue. It shone so magnificently he could touch it's sparkling rays. Standing next to it he felt warm and alive... What was this glow? Where did it come from? Did the crystal reflect a light from elsewhere or was the source of this illumination within it? He reached out to touch it...

*Hsssshh* *Crunch*

Another rude awakening... the images were gone and all that lay clutched in his fist was a smouldering bush. Tenshoujin hung tightly to the thread of reality. He fresh birth had granted him great power indeed, but it had cost him much sanity in return. He knew he could not dwell on his unbidden thoughts swiftly though they assaulted him. He had taken on a mortal form and he needed to replenish his strength. Weakly, he looked around...

He sighted a stray deer on the path ahead grazing on grass. He moved forward to reach out to it. The deer didn't react at all, it ambled on its own routine seemingly unaware that a predatorial hunger stalked it. Tenshoujin's reach grasped thin air... What was happening? :confused: He knew the deer was ahead. He could see it clear as crystal. Why then did his fist touch nought but wind? Was this another memory? Was he in another spell of hallucination? He closed his eyes and wished his memory away, feebly searching for reality again. Slowly, his heart calmed and his sanity came closer at hand. He opened his eyes again...

The deer was gone... but so was the path in front of him. All he could see around him were shades of black... their uneven medley hinting a horrific incident. He stood confused again :confused:... what was reality now? Which of his two visions were real? Driven by hunger, he walked ahead... ten feet later he fell again. The urge was getting stronger by the minute now. His frenzy was building in him, he knew he needed to feed soon or he would lose control again, sinking into his chaotic memories. For yards around, there was nothing but burnt ground and charred wood. Desperately he grabbed at the ash, ready to feed on anything that would keep his nightmares at bay.

The hot ash burned his throat and he stifled a sudden urge to yell. The desperation for food still clung to him. Urged by his frenzy he shoved another handful down his throat. The burns were sharper now…but was that proof that he was closer to sanity? Powered by this thought he sank his face into the ground hoping to gulp as many crumbs as he could. Six mouthfuls and severe burns later he realized the ash hadn’t helped his hunger at all… however it had triggered a response… he was a being of fire and the burning cinders had pushed his frenzy over the edge. He drew strength from fire… at least his dragon half did…

A sudden burst of wind scattered the ash in every direction, two loud flaps resonated through the burnt land, a hundred feet in the air, Tenshoujin spotted the deer again. For a moment he panicked worried that he would sink into his cursed memories again, but quickly he realized the truth. The deer was not a hallucination nor was the green path upon which it grazed. The grass and the stream weren’t figments of fantasy that his mind had built up for him. They were real and they existed…three mountains away!!!… His powerful dragon vision had seen them clearly from this far. He shuddered at his own skill for a second... Another beat of his powerful wings and he rose higher into the clouds. A herd of cattle ambled away to the west kept restrained by a flimsy wooden fence. Smoke came from nearby houses. He counted… there were 12 houses in all. A small village then… he committed this piece of information in his memory... he would need it later. For now though, there were more pressing problems at hand. His immediate hunger had to be satiated.

He turned his sights toward the deer again. It remained unaware, grazing happily in the watered meadow. Little did it know that death was upon it bearing down more swiftly and surely than any prey had ever known. Tenshoujin whistled through the clouds, his dazzling speed leaving streaks of shredded white clouds as a mark of his trajectory. The cool wind filled his lungs and calmed his mind, but the cold also sapped the little strength he had managed to absorb from the measly ash. He knew he couldn’t risk powerful strokes to aid his speed but he desperately needed food regardless...

...A sudden black out and an assault of more memories stunned him...

A vision of a crimson sky with the vermillion sun fading away in the horizon… the same cool feeling of breeze, the same thrill of swiftness… this was a hunt… Far away he sighted a herd of huge creatures, towering over the land yet grazing as docilely as the deer he had marked for lunch. A whisper of thought blended into the vision… Margoth…

Who was Margoth? A slain kinsman? A treasured friend? A hated enemy?... The whisper of thought urged louder… not who.. but what… The vision focused more clearly on the enormous creature ahead… the voice spoke stronger now… MARGOTH… He slowly began to learn… this vision was from a margoth hunt. The creatures ahead were margoths and their short lifespans were now running out fast as doom from the dragoman approached.

The vision unfolded faster in fast forward, yet he still grasped all it had to offer. The dragoman beat his wings hard and gained surprising altitude. The margoths were now little black dots on a tiny bushel of land far ahead. The dragoman inclined downward, hunger and killing etched deep in his eyes and began his dive toward his prey. At first he glided on the wind, but with each passing movement he gained tremendous speed. He seemed to dance upon the wind drafts like a happy fish at sea. Faster and faster he plummeted toward the herd. The black dots grew bigger and the land raced forward faster like a mother embracing her long lost child.

With the same fluid movement as his glide, the wings now stretched and quickly curved back winding tightly round the dragoman’s body. With the precision of hunting shark the dragoman twisted his neck at the same time that his wings wound in and made a corkscrew movement in the air piercing through the clouds. He gathered speed swifter than he ever had before. He was now a twisting bolt of air grinding toward his prey. If he had danced on the wind currents then, he was literally cutting through them now. Nothing stood in his way.

The herd of margoths below heard nothing and felt nothing, they grazed placidly on their morning meals… With the speed of a striking snake, the dragoman launched toward the middle of the herd. Beside himself with excitement, Tenshojin watched the memory. The margoth at the center of the herd seemed like the definite target, completely unaware of the approaching death hammer from above.

The vision turned to slow motion now as though specifically stalling to make a point… The same whisper of thought again… “Watch closely for nothing is as it seems. The only obvious deduction is the unexpected”… Tenshoujin focused on the vision. What did this riddle mean? The obvious deduction was that the juicy margoth in the center was about to outlive it's purpose...

The vision continued... Like a bolt of lightning on a clear day the dragoman paced toward the herd center. Everything stood still as though chiselled from stone, the wind lay passive as he cut through its currents, the grass lay frozen like a lake during winter, the margoths stood eerily unmoving, the head of the pack right up front stood halfway through an eye-blink. At the very last moment when crashing seemed imminent, the dragoman fluidly made another neck twist out of his corkscrew dive and stretched his wings out on the air currents. The vertical descent of his dive now transformed into a burst of horizontal speed… he whistled right past the herd center heading instead toward the head of the pack. Just as he was almost about to miss the herd altogether, he stuck out his claws to slow himself a glimmer and with perfect timing, grasped the margoth, still three quarters through the blink. The dragoman arched his tail and tilted his wings upwards just a little. The whooshing air currents now picked him up and he rose into the air, this time with the margoth clutched victoriously between claws.

The vision resumed its normal pace. The herd resumed its pacing only slowly awakening to its tragedy. Panic rippled through the herd as it realized the pack head was missing but by now the dragoman was cleanly on the mountaintop feasting upon his kill...

The dark shadow had fallen and vanished within the blink of an eye… the entire move was impeccably graceful and poetic to watch and as it unfolded its deadly rythm all that was left to sing its testimony was a dead carcass on a mountaintop. One less margoth now stood to graze on the greenery below…

The vision vanished, and reality returned. Yet again, Tenshoujin took a moment to adjust. He was still in the air gliding toward the deer. The deer was in the same stance as if stunned, and the wind still flew past him rejuvenating the cold burst of discomfort. The vision had come and gone in an heartbeat but it had left Tenshoujin wiser. His lack of strength did not bother him now, his inability for powerful strokes seemed a redundant fear. Tenshoujin knew what to do. There were no strokes and no power required… just precision aerobatics and focused reflexes. Tenshoujin had learned from his memories…

With a swift change in angle he melded perfectly with the wind currents gliding on them as he had learned from his memories. The lake and meadow loomed up in front of him. With a twist of his neck and tail, Tenshoujin paced into the dizzying corkscrew dive dipping his angle further. He knew now that he shouldn’t dive straight for his prey but rather incline his dive behind the prey to give him space to steady out for the kill.

As the nearby trees watched, a black bolt of lightning struck the ground behind the deer. Not a single speck of dust was scattered. A heartbeat later the ground stood clear. The grass swayed free from its herbivorous enemy...A hundred feet up in the air, a dead deer hung in Tenshoujin's talons. Giving into his carnal craving, he dug into his first meal. The strength returned to his newly formed body. His grip on sanity tightened. His fear of his visions slowly abated.

As he landed on the mountaintop, he thought back to the days events. In all that had happened, the glowing blue crystal still stood out in his mind… A search was at hand… his destiny was linked to it. He still feared his nightmarish memories… but the day had taught him that he could learn from them as well. He knew he had much that lay ahead of him and he would need every bit of tutoring he could muster.

Sunset had fallen and the blue sky now turned crimson, its heavy shades of red and orange adding a soft glow to the dragon emblem on his chest. With strength in his limbs and purpose in his eyes, he looked toward the village in the west…

**Amazing as always Shino-san. Your usage of the English language is amazing as ever. Such incredible writing talent!**


TATSU

The storm rolled away, and the rain subsided. Slowly, the moon climbed to it's place in the sky. The sun had passed into slumber, and the night was filled with a thousand dancing lights. The Prison was filled with darkness. Only candle flickers illuminated the gloomy hallways. I proceeded inside. I could feel the souls of Ichirin and Nozomi somewhere in the basement level.

Water dripped from my clothing. With each step my boots made a monotonous squishing sound. I found the nearest spiraling staircase and proceeded down into the bowels of this maddening place.

Within a few moments I was in the executioner's sector of the Prison. This corridor rang with reminiscence. I was here before, this is where I was captive. My cell of torment was located off to the left. I turned to clarify my coming thoughts. Suddenly, my heart stopped and my blood ran cold. I gulped as I looked down at a motionless figure. I knew what it was that I saw. The candles on the walls only passed a glow on what I was staring at.

I swallowed deep, and my throat burned. It was me. Or at least it used to be, lying there, dead and frozen. My hair was over my eye, and my skin had already changed into a gray tint.

I quivered with fear. I stopped. Listened. Everything was silent. Not the faintest sound could be heard. A pool of blood was escaping from my body. As if it longed to be free from my vessel.

I couched to one knee. Sora and Inferno were still equipped upon my old self. I removed the sword attached to my belt, and placed it upon myself, along with my brown cape. It was drenched in blood, but I hadn't cared. I had that cape for as long as I could remember. The bloodstains would merely add to it's history and character.

Carefully, I removed Inferno from the dead cold grasp of my former self, and placed it upon me once again. Moving it over my left middle knuckle, down the shaft of my finger, and placing it there.

"Tatsu? Is that you?" Inferno's frail voice filled me. "Yes it is me. I have returned. From the depths of Hell, I have somehow crawled my way back to humanity, back to the realm of the living, and back to those I love."

"So you desire to re-instate the pact do you?" I smile cooly. "Indeed. Please lend me your power once again, I can use all the aid I can muster.....

I'm so weak and pathetic on my own, I need others to go on. Without other's power, I am nothing...."

"As you wish." whispers Inferno. I leave the glittering ruby ring upon my finger and rise to my feet...

Ichirin and Nozomi are here waiting for me.... I back away from my body, and round the next corner. With a quick action, I steal one final look at my first life. "Farewell."

I move on.

With ease I found Nozomi's Cell. The main gate had been destroyed. Ichirin and Nozomi were holding each other in a corner. Nozomi was crying. Her sobs filled me with happiness. Not because I found enjoyment in her tears, but for the simple fact that I am seeing them again after what felt like an eternity.

Why hadn't they escaped by now? Why were they still here? Had she given up all hope that she had stayed here to die? I wanted to approach them. What would they say to me? Well, it didn't really matter at this point. We had to leave, and run far away. To our escape!

After intense contemplation, I brisk into the room. The coming footsteps startle the two. Ichirin clambers to his feet. "TATSU?! Tatsu! How is it possible?!!" For one of the first times I see Ichirin cry, and he cries for me. I should be honored that I had received such note-worthy affection, but I feel just downright awful.

"Yes it is me Ichirin. But I have no time to explain. We must escape!" Nozomi comes and throws all her weight into me. Her eyes twinkle in mine. She buries her face into the muscles of my chest. I clasp my arms tight around her, and pull her into me.

"Tatsu, I don't know how you are here, but I must leave. I left Myzura alone, and must re-join her." I nod at Ichirin, and he vanishes in a light.

Nozomi looks up at me. Still in awe. I rub a tear from her face, and brush back her hair. "Tatsu...I'm just.....so glad" She hugs me tight. This is the first contact with another living thing I am having in this body. Her warmth proves to me that I am alive.

"Come on Nozomi, we must not waste any time." I look around. Guard's bodies litter the ground, as well as the Knight with who had wielded a flaming claymore, the one who killed Ichirin. He was dead as well. " I heard the guards earlier." says Nozomi. "There is an exit one floor above here. It brings us out to the grasslands. If we head south from here, we can run to Asgard."

"That's my girl." I smile at Nozomi. I grab her hand and we run up a flight of stairs. As we reach the next landing, a small unit of guards head towards us. "STOP RIGHT THERE! PRISONERS HAVE ESCAPED! SECURITY HAS BEEN BREACHED!" I draw Sora from it's resting place.

The guards line up before us.

"Lay down your arms!!" I shout at them... My eyes narrow.

"Or die....."

Suzette: Friend or foe?
 

**I dunno, I ain't Swiftant XD He may have reformed his ways, but his personality stays true ^___^**


Thinking: Is reality maligning me? Isn't Swift renowned for being an undisputed fighter? And yet, he could only have forsaken his sakkat in a duel...

"Swift... There's no way...", I blurt out my thoughts.

"Who cares, I'll just have to get it back.", he confidently declares, his motion edging contentiously to our visitor.

"Swiftant! I need a word with you!", he announces, unaware of imminent danger.

"First, that's mine!", already unhesitatingly discarding any feasibility of reasoning, Swiftant plunges to claim his prize - be it sakkat or blood, I do not have the slightest prospect.

After a series of mind-numbing entanglements in a battle waged by Swiftant's rash nature, the stranger proves to be a decent fighter. Enlightened to the futility of snatching his sakkat, Swiftant pulls his arms backward, only to swing it forward in a vigorous crisscrossing pattern, aiming for his opponent's neck.

Upon noticing Swiftant's motives, the man stealthily bends to his rear, in a direction parallel to Swiftant's attack's, neatly avoiding his death, before attempting to launch a lowkick. I survey them with readiness to intervene, apprehensive of the future and for Swiftant.

Uninfluenced by gravity, he hoists his body to the cave wall and disappears into the upper depths of the cave ceiling. Condensed water droplets continue dripping onto the cave's inhabitants, unconcerned with current events. Swiftant's adversary has his eyes closed; probably trying to hear out more motives.

Without warning, his eyelids wind up and he abruptly jumps behind, brandishing a black naginata, with a golden dragon pattern on it, in the process. I feel a sudden gush of wind bellowing from the top... Swiftant has returned to view, in the form of a tornado! I can recognize that technique: He does it by letting himself fall onto the enemy headfirst, twisting and swirling his whole body into a rapid spin, followed by holistically thrusting his katars' blades in front of himself to smash his rival to bits.

*CHING!! SHHEEEEEEK*

A rain of sparks pour out of the collision of their weapons, as the whole cave reasonates with the clash.

"Not too shabby, didn't expect you to actually stop my momentum...", leers Swiftant. I watch Swiftant's menacing smile glowing from the sparks, the veins in his eyes bulging with blood. I lift my fingers to touch my lips; feeling them curl into a grin as well. It has been a while since I last saw him in serious action.

Clearly out of desperation, the stealth-suited man manages to push Swiftant back, and leaps onto his dragon's head, Swiftant at his heels.

"Wait! Why do you attack me?! I am not your enemy! Listen to what I have to say before you decide to do this!", the man attach his naginata back in the holster on his shoulder blade and shrewdly pulls out a twisted dagger, and holds it down to Swiftant's sakkat.

"If you do not co-operate and listen! Then you can say goodbye to this treasure of yours! Just hear me out!", he shouts threateningly. Swiftant pauses in midway of exhibiting another technique, of a similar magnitude to his last.

"How dare a scrawny audacity like yourself threaten Swift!", I yell.

"What makes you think I'll abide by the rules of someone who doesn't deserve it?", Swiftant says, as I get over with being a sitting duck.

"The destruction of your sakkat, along with all its sentimental value?", the man says, unable to contain his sarcasm.

"Which, in turn, may result in us destroying your dragon?", I snap, in an equally sarcastic retort.

"Hmph, I don't share an intimate bond with my armor whatsoever; they're meant to be destroyed eventually anyway. I'm just irked that it was touched by your filthy hands. Now, give it to me, Suzie here isn't a woman of words alone.", Swiftant subtly finishes, and resumes his fighting stance.

KAZUHIDE: "An Unexpected Encounter" Part 2
 

God I wish I could Join you guys again... But I have to much School work to do. -_-;

Trainy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Awesome to see you here again! :ywave: You really should pull in an extra hour on the weekends to catch up on this thread then :rolleyes:. It won't be the same without you ^_^

*Cooly! Kanji! You guys are professional fight coreographers in life right? coz I can't find any other explanation for such talented description. If I ever become a movie maker and decide to make a kung-fu movie, first two people I'm gonna call are you guys :D *

I have time for just one post before I crash and I promised Cooly and Kanji that I'd make it on this thread. So here it is...

Chapter 3: The night sky

Night had fallen quickly and the august trees now bent low in sleep around him. The last tremulous rays of the sun had bid their good nights to the greenery signalling the entrance of the moon. The moon in turn had taken this cue and had crept across the night sky to illuminate the subtleties of the dark mountain. Tenshoujin looked up at the sky. It was a cloudless night and the stars were close at hand. He felt he could reach out to them as they sparkled beckoning him in a tease. Each glimmer from the firmament reminded him more of the precious jewel he sought. What was it and why did it call to him so? He hoped that his memories would remind him, but all he felt was a satiated stillness. The meal of the deer and his effort to gain it had filled not just his stomach but also his mind. Weary from the day’s efforts and surrounded by the sleepy trees, Tenshoujin felt goaded towards drowsiness.

The village in the west was still quite a distance away and he knew he couldn’t afford to waste more time stargazing. Casting his drowsiness aside, Tenshoujin spread his wings and rose into the air. The breeze was cooler now and the stars closer still. The rushing wind dropped the temperature further but Tenshoujin flew well protected through his thick dragon hide. Not for the first time was he pleased to have such a strong body, immune to the elements. Unless weakened, the clouds could well have been throwing hail at him and he would soar right through regardless. The green carpet of trees below passed by mile after mile with dejecting monotony. The detour to catch his prey for the day had pushed him further away from the village than he would have liked. Flying toward it, however, kept his goal in sight and fuelled his motivation.

He looked toward the village again. The same 12 houses but only seven lanterns. That meant that the remaining houses were either empty or its inhabitants had retired early for the day. This bode well for his plan for it meant that he either had a place to stay or that there were old people residing in the village. If he received a nasty welcome, he could use the elders as hostages. He snickered… Humans always cared for their elders no matter how much they complained about them.

As he neared the village, he spied an encampment of sorts in the woods at the city's outskirts. Intrigued, he descended a short distance from it under the cover of the sleeping foliage. He silently made his way toward them. A hundred feet from the encampment, he stopped and focused his hearing.

“…damn autocracy is driving us to the brink Soren. If we leave here without the loot we will have to cut down our ranks. We cannot expect them to hold together with the bad run you've brought us this month”

“I know Batisha, but these are innocent villagers. They are not the rich that won’t feel the pinch of our plunder. They are not the greedy who deserve the despair we dish out. They are farmers and honest folk making their daily lives”

"Humans!" Tenshoujin thought with disgust. No matter how many ages passed, they would never improve... He continued to listen to the conversation...

*I'm saving the next two pages for tomorrow ^_^. G'night y'all!*

Chapter 4: The betrayal
 

Batisha continued...

“Hmph! Your soft heart is matched only by your soft brains. You can’t see beyond your emotions Soren. This is a time of desperation. Much can become moral at such times”

“Blaspheme not Batisha! Your greed for gold over rules your curiosity for courage. Theives we may be but we steal not from avarice. We steal from necessity! Our crimes come from good not from evil Batisha and you would do well to remember that!”

Batisha snorted...“You call me greedy and claim my ends justify my means, yet it is you who speak of crimes from good and evil. A crime is a crime Soren and your hypocrisy bears no judgement upon me. The necessity you so forcefully speak of is upon us whether you see it or not. I will not let you lead us into hunger and abject poverty. I have felt it before and I hold no fond memories of it. You have tonight Soren. Think wisely. I hope you won’t disappoint me in the morning”… Batisha turned to leave…

Compelled with rage, Soren pointed at Batisha and cried out…“Not tonight and not any other night Batisha! You can have my answer now. I hold my compassion higher than my hunger. There is nought in the world that will move me to raid that village”

Batisha spoke slowly in a cold whisper, his every syllable rung with hatred and malice…“That kind of thinking is what got us here in the first place”

*sshshing!* *Gasp!*

The sound of unsheathing followed swiftly by the murky sound of Soren gagging on blood rang clear in Tenshoujins ear. Whoever batisha was, he was clearly a talented swordsman. The blow was fatal and decisive, Tenshoujin could assess that merely from the sound of the attack. Soren did not have much time left... His voice feebly continued…

“..B..Ba…Batisha… you traitor…” … Soren coughed up more blood.

“Rest well Soren… and may you be happier in the next life..”

“..if..I.. d-die… who will lead you to the treasure?... It’s gleam is now l..lost to you f..forever..”

Batisha snorted… “I never believed in the treasure you spoke of Soren. Nothing could possibly shine as bright as you describe it…”

Tenshoujin tensed. What treasure did they speak of? Was it the gem he sought? Too much rode on chance for him to risk. He knew he had to confront these humans…Soren in particular probably held important information. He had to be questioned before it was too late. The time had come for action...

Jumping from his hiding spot, Tenshoujin made an inhuman leap to the clearing fully intent on gaining the upper hand through surprise. With a stunning blast Tenshoujin landed in front of Batisha and bared his red eyes on him.

Batisha barely flinched. :eek: He merely looked peacefully at Tenshoujin as though welcoming a guest…. It was Tenshoujin’s turn to be surprised. What was going on? This human may be talented but an ambush like this caused reaction in even the most courageous of men. The only way the man could stay passive was if…. No! that was impossible! This had to be an ambush. There was no way the man could have known about him before. Tenshoujin didn’t want to believe it.

He kept a passive face and surveyed Batisha. There was more to this man than met the eye. It would not bode well to underestimate him.

Batisha smiled. “Welcome stranger! You’ve arrived at a most opportune moment. For a while now I have been pondering the means of my comrade’s murder. You see, his life has always been easy to take, my tracks have been the difficult ones to cover.”

Tenshoujin still remained silent.

Batisha hurled the sword toward Tenshoujin. His dragon vision easily saw the trajectory of the sword. He caught it deftly with his right hand without moving an inch.

Batisha continued.. “Oh! Impressive reflexes. There is no-one in my ranks that could have done that and I have some of the finest men in the land. Clearly you are not ordinary…”

Batisha squinted into the darkness boring into Tenshoujin’s red eyes. “Interesting... what are you? You have sharp features. Are you an elf?”

Tenshoujin didn’t respond…

“A mute elf then?” Batisha laughed to himself “It matters not. With your adroit reflexes you’ve now got the murder weapon in your hands. All that’s left to complete this sorry charade is to cry for… HELP!”.

Without warning Batisha yelled the last word into the night calling for reinforcements. Within moments a dozen well built fighters appeared at the scene from all directions. They wore black armour with a silver crescent etched on their shoulders. They were warriors by the look of them…

TATSU - "Return to Freedom"
 

*Nice going Kanji kun! :rolleyes: I wish the fight hadn't ended! I always feel sad when ur fight scenes are over ^_^*

Chapter 5: The Summoning

Batisha ran to the body of Soren and embraced it with sobs. “Soren!!!!” he cried “Why didn’t you call for help sooner? I would have rushed here to guard you with my life.” He flashed his eyes at Tenshoujin and looked back at Soren’s choking body “An irony that you would meet your fate at the hands of another thief! On the valour of our ranks I swear I shall avenge you this night!”

Batisha turned to the soldiers and spoke “Brothers! This thief has slain our captain. If all we have fought for together ever means anything, then it lies in our hands to spill his blood tonight and avenge our fallen Soren.” Batisha pointed at Tenshoujin and screamed “Kill him!” As he said so, a gleam of hatred reflected in his eye and a wicked smile adorned his face.

Batisha looked on gleefully as the soldiers pounced on Tenshoujin, their weapons flashing in the moonlit night. Time slowed down, as the spears and axes bore down upon him, Tenshoujin looked up, caught Batisha’s eye and smiled right back….and vanished.

Time resumed normally. The soldiers hit thin air, and wildly began looking about for Tenshoujin. At the same time a whisper crept down Batisha’s neck…

“I’ve known that you were aware of my presence ever since I landed. It was my intention that you believe me to be around. I had initially planned on joining your ranks to infiltrate the village, but I believe the information I seek is not in the village but right here”

Batisha gasped in wonder, surprised that Tenshoujin had gotten behind him. “What a..are you?”

Tenshoujin hissed back, his wicked smile wider now, “I’m certainly not your timid elf.”

“You humans are despicable. For years you’ve preyed on one another running yourselves to extinction. But in your punishable greed for bounty, it was my clan that paid the price. For what little it counts, I shall savour a portion of my revenge this night”

Tenshoujin leapt back and mocked the soldiers “Your puny swords and spears wouldn’t tickle me on my deathbed. Now feel the wrath of a true blade”… Hatred and vengeance shone bright in his eye. Tenshounjin held his hand forward and made a horizontal sweep in the air and uttered the words:

“Kataki yuge no Senjiru... Benitaiyou!” (Boil all your enemies to vapour…CrimsonSun!)

A dazzling point of light traced out the path of his hand. An intense burst of heat radiated around the area. The soldiers fell back in pain. Batisha watched with his eyes wide open. Where there had been nought but thin air now lay a burning blade held in Tenshoujin’s hand. At first it simply appeared as a shaft of light but as he watched it grew in width and colour. Crimson flames danced off its edge their movements casting a hypnotic spell on the onlookers. The blade was smooth and hot, alive with a purpose. Batisha felt it would cut him even if left unheld.

He watched on in fear and awe...

**omg!!! I lvoe it guys!!! I'm gonna try to jump back in soon and start writting again. so i guess you can say i'm coming back to JF =]. **

Swiftant: Unforeseen
 

Thinking: The black dragon was addressing itself as Fayuro and this person as Master Kazuhide when it growled, so he must be...

"I don't want to fight. I merely want to talk. Giving you your sakkat is proof of that. You could leave, now that you have regained your treasure. But if you do, then you won't hear how I came to acquire it, or my plans for the dragons.", Kazuhide elaborately negotiates, his words administering every morsel of my body, his tacit gestures indicating his comprehension & application of my secular hunger. My eyes close in contemplation.

Thinking: However, in my favour this occurence edges as well.

"My options have been conveniently minimized; I shall pursue your life no more.", I say, after weighing my alternatives, a shade of indigo upon my opening eyes, "On the condition that you immediately reverse our course of flight."

"If you insist...", Kazuhide sighs with a relief of satisfaction and orders Fayuro to make a turnabout.

"Now..."

Coupling with the sudden transition of turbulence and altitude, the clouds of night mist veils our sights, performing a blinding grey dance of despondence. In the twitch of a muscle, my legs join nature in its timely play.

"...what is it you wish to convey?", I finish... right beside Kazuhide!

Aptly acknowledging its cue, the fog relinquishes its bind over us, enlightening the night of two individuals braced for forging a grosteque war between themselves.

Both of us stand synchronized in a line, our bodies side by side, our irises glaring belligerently into the other from the corners of our eyes.

"Heh, I can never predict what's on your mind, Swiftant.", Kazuhide lets out an embarassed chuckle and lowers his freshly-drawn naginata. Glimpsing into the verdant distance, he enters into a rant of explanations.

"Despite my trying courtesy, denial escapes me Swiftant. I dislike you, you and your kind alike. While civilians cowered in fear of the vitriol dragons pinned unto them, you held your humanity in outrageous suspense and contempt, and atrociously furnished the wretched monsters in absurd conspiracies!", Kazuhide verbally vents his vexation to the air, then pointing his weapon to me all of a sudden, his armed hand shaking with anger. I can see hatred dulling the colour of his eyes.

"And yet... In spite of your preposterous defiance, my elven master has perforated all your sins and chosen to cut a traitor such as yourself off from your prime of betrayal. to the extent of even depressing his position to be in need of your services... It was truly beyond my anticipations...", he drops his offense again, his eyes fading from reality.

"Thus, either killing me or abiding by your master would put to a brim what you can fathom, since you've already divulged the matter.", I daringly raise my voice above his, "...Those are the only way you can let go, right?"

"Swift..."

"Hmph, if you wanna carry on spouting masonries of rhetorics, be my guest. But before you derogate yourself any further, let me tell you this: Perservance does not merely apply to one party. Our lives feed on diverse emotions and the people revolving around us, just like a foodchain. Without life, this chain is broken, affecting everyone adversely, because they'll have so much piled up they won't be able to contain their loneliness. Humans consume one another's loneliness, it's in our blood. It's a principle that includes you, your master, and I, Swiftant. It's also the same reason why humanity has survived the wrath of the dragons until today, and why... they will never beat us down."

My mind has been vibrating uproariously in awe of what I just said, or rather, how much I said. Somehow, something had compelled me to release an astounding amount of grievances I had bottled up for years.

Thinking: First time for everything huh?

Unlike his previous penetrating glare, I notice Kazuhide is staring at me, with compassion and empathy.

"Anything to protect what we desire I guess...", he smiles, "First and foremost, you gotta protect yourself, wiseguy."

"Wha..?"

"During your high and almighty pretentious speech, I could have sliced your head clean off your shoulders through your conspicuous openings Swiftant. If anyone should heed your advice it's yourself. I am not about to let someone who hasn't let anyone consumed their loneliness to lecture me.", Kazuhide smiles, his grin growing wider on reciprocation.

He and I certainly have reached a mutual understanding. Our noble audience of stars twinkle in unison, as if cheering the humans to march on victoriously, and proudly.

"Swift, watch out!!", a feminine voice hollers through the night, in a cry for help.

A humongous golden wall takes up the entire space in front of us and the sound of flapping wings against air currents intensifies.

"No! Thrandos!", I scream, anguished by the thought of being unprepared and more so by one of alerting Shakura.

"Did you forget I was guarding this fortress Swift? Together with the elite dragons?", the golden general growls egoistically, "Oh, wait, don't mention it, because you're dead!"

"Swiftant!", Kazuhide's voice spins my attention toward him, "Use Fayuro... Flee from this place, with Suzette! I'll handle Thrandos and his soldiers."

"No way in hell, you can't win against this many of them!", I protest in agony.

"I'll be the decoy for you to make your getaway," Kazuhide proposes, clearly ignoring me.

"SWIFT!!!", Suzette cries, louder than ever.

"She may be a warrior, but she's still a vulnerable girl, Swiftant. Remember our pact tonight. Everyday in the future carries a glimmer of hope... C'yah soon then, and thanks for ridding me of my loneliness.", he bids an ending note.

Kazuhide pets Fayuro hard on its head, and jumps off, propelling himself towards Thrandos's.

"HYA!!!!"

"KAZU!!!"

**Glad you're back SS aka Suzette!! I was about to go hunt for you if you didn't return! Remind me to PM you the details tomorrow! WootS!! ^_^
Aoshi's and Kanji's writing still rock like usual... :rolleyes: Please forgive this old piece of sh** though >_< I was listening to something emotional, couldn't resist XD
Btw, the elite dragons consist of: the water dragon, nature dragon, the fire dragon and the lightning dragon, like I posted much earlier on on this thread.**

KAZUHIDE ~ The Final Showdown?
 

** OMG! :eek: You always draw out the suspense Kanji-kun [bites fingernails]. I feel so sad for Kazu.... T_T

I've run out of words to describe Cooly's writing so I'll have to invent one now... Exbrilliawesome! :D

SweetS!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy you're back too. Get posting already! **

Chapter 6: Destruction

Tenshoujin gripped the blade with longing as though meeting a part of himself he had lost long ago. As he gripped it, it gleamed red with heat and took on the slender form of a katana.

What magic is this Batisha thought… he summons fire as a weapon? Even the elves cannot do that. Who is this guy?

Tenshoujin lazily beckoned the soldiers… “Which one of you wants to die first?”

Batisha forcefully calmed himself. Chaos and surprise were often bigger enemies than lack of skill. Regaining his composure, he thought to himself…“Fool! By working your fire magic you’ve only proven yourself an enemy to the ranks and sealed your own doom”

“Brothers! This thief works magic. It is absolute proof that he sides with the dragons that have brought us to our sorry state. Tonight we shall avenge not just our beloved Soren but our entire race! Kill the infernal braggart and tear his body to shreds”

A frenzied soldier in the front line sprung from his position. He jumped high into the air and wielded his mighty battle axe in a crushing blow.

Tenshoujin watched attentively as he saw the soldier leap. For his heavy build, he had surprisingly strong legs to leap that high. He watched every inch of emotion play on the soldiers face. He saw the eyebrows move together and his forehead contort in fury. The heavy battle axe began its slow descent cutting through the air.

As it swung down, Tenshoujin nimbly side stepped its swathing path and swung Benitaiyou thrice in succession. The first swing hit the axe blade, cleaved it cleanly in two and continued to chop the soldier in half. The second swing cut the soldier across the chest, ripping through his armour like a hot knife through butter. The third upward swing, slashed the soldier right through his descending legs…

Where one entire soldier had leapt for an attack, four of him fell to the Earth along with a broken axe whose many pieces rolled away into the night.

Batisha watched on dazed. His respect for Tenshoujin grew by the minute. He knew he had underestimated him. A weaker combatant would have worked better for his plan. He cursed himself for not thinking it through. Perhaps his greed was indeed blinding. More perturbed than before he began to assess the situation. His warriors were scared, but they were ready to fight. Tenshoujin stood alone but he was too powerful for any of the men to take on individually. Perhaps a combined attack would prove more efficient... Batisha ordered three of his men to quickly strike from the front, while silently beckoning two of them to go around behind.

Tenshoujin’s dragon vision did not miss the signal. This Batisha person still underestimated him. It wasn’t surprising though, given that Tenshoujin was the only survivor of his species. There was no way Batisha would know what he was up against. There was only one way to finish this quickly and it involved wiping them all out in a single blow. He smiled to himself. It was time to get serious now…

He pulled Benitaiyou in front of his face aligning it vertically and made a two finger hand seal with his left hand using his index and middle fingers.

Tenshoujin spoke to the group as they started their formation. “I don’t have time to play all night. We end this now…”

“Onihikyo Taisetsujin Ryu: Hakureihi” (Demonic Grand-Fire Human Slicer Style: Extensive ritual flame attack!)

** I won't be on for a couple of days so I'll post once I'm back. Keep the story rocking you guys! :cool: **

Kazuhide ~ "This is Our World"
 

****i have to say i just cried coming back here.....i'll see if i can find the timre to jump in, but i won't garentee anything***