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People, walking mindlessly around, never stopping and thinking always rushing off to somewhere. Ignorant people and nice people all blending in when the rush hour crowd swarms towards the roadside cafe's and bistro's. Like bees they seem as they hover around the shops, looking for a gap, a single moment of time where they actualy stop and look at their surrounding until they either find a space or dont then the swarming continues. In crowds special people werent any different from the regular typw and could just as well be a banker or a policeman as opposed to an extraordinary being with amazing talents involving speed and strength.
One such person, a young man who appeared to age with every step and grow wiser in appearance with every breath, strolled through the crowds. He never moved from his pre-destined path but then again he never was obstructed when he walked. The old mans face became wrinkled like a pool of water after a stone has been thrown in. His skin was tanned but that just made the wrinkles all the more obvious. Without any notice he stopped walking and gazed up at the bright fiery sun.
Silence
Everyone else had stopped moving, frozen mid conversation or mid stride. Some were in ridiculous positions but never swayed or moved in any way shape or form. The old man simply gazed upwards, he saw birds frozen in time, clouds that looked odd as they stayed still. This was better, this was the way he remembered life, slow and tranquil. He never rushed through life yet had learned everything he could from everything he could. He knew where he was going and he knew why.
He wasnt god yet wasnt a mere human. He had simply trusted his mind and body and both had evolved into the being that he is now. After this realisation, time and age didnt matter, he could manipulate both with ease.
Slowly he looked down from the dky, as if it were his last night on Earth and he wanted to remember every detail. He continued to walk and everything around him resumed its previous task without so much as a thought. He simply smiled, remembering when he was a simple human, trusting in fate rather than in his own chosen path.
Finally he arrived at his destination, a small dojo, quite old and looked like a family run buissness. There was no one inside and he walked over to a wall adorned with medals and trophies.
" Amanu, hehe, that was my name as a boy, I was quite the artist. Wow, that is a great medal!! Hehe." said the old man to himself.
He often talked to himself since he deemed no one worthy enough of his presence let alone his thoughts.
His mind was plagued by ideas and riddled with questions that even he couldnt answer. Dissmissing those thoughts he walked over to a display case and grasped a basic kendo stick. It was the emblem of the dojo and one that was famous for miles around. He tested it with a few swings and was pleased with its performance. As he swung, his white Kimono flowed through the air and his shoulder length grey hair swung with him and whipped around his ageing face.
" I have been waiting young man, and you are late. Prepare for your lessons and prepare to be enlightened." |
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I will be using Yoshimuriko. I would prefer it if you also posted up your character bio
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It had been a while since Yoshimuriko had been in New York. Six years to be precise and he had not missed it one bit, the pollution, the noise, the conjestion, you just wanted to get away, find a haven where you could lay in tall grass and listen to the birds sing their sing with a gentle harmonic breaze blowing accross your face. Yet instead there was the dark and dingy streets of the overcrowded business town, the town that never sleeps, New York.
Through all the sickenning feelings of this city, Yoshimuriko had a purpose to be here. He had felt an essence, an essence worth searching for, such an essence that he went out of his way to search the streets of the hell hole he had once called home. This essence though, it was different than many others he had searched for before, it was human and there was no evil aura surrounding it. This essence felt pure, but equally able to fight.
Yoshimuriko managed to track this man down and at the worst time of the day, rush hour. Yoshimuriko walked and began to move to dodge the street full of people, yet this time it seemed he didnt have to. Something had changed since the lsat time he had been here, he had discovered his power and so although people did not know, their souls reacted differently, their paths naturally changed in no purposeful way of their own, yet still it happened.
It was strange, the man felt almost like Yoshimuriko and when he caught sight of the man he realised that there was more thanjust the feeling that was the same. The man looked old but his strength stretched past his age. Yoshimuriko couldnt sense whether he was older or younger than the man, but you never could just from someones aura.
Yoshimuriko was getting close to the man now and the man was getting close to his destination. Yoshimuriko heard a voice in his head which was not his own thoughts. "Silence" it said. Suddenly everything stopped including Yoshimuriko. The only difference was that Yoshimuriko could feel that he was frozen in time, he could look around and his thoughts still ran through his head, yet his body would not move and neither did anyone elses around him. All Yoshimuriko could do was watch as the man walked on ahead and relax in the silence that he had never heard in this city for the whole time he had been here before. It was like a new joy and maybe if it was always this quiet, you might be able to take in some of the beauties. Yet then, it would not be New York City.
After about thirty seconds, the spell had stopped and Yoshimuriko stumbled slightly as hecarried on with his walk. He quickened his pace and began to catch up once more.
I will have to find someway of combatting that if I am to fight him, if that is what it leads to anyway. The souls would be pleased of his presence
Yoshimuriko noticed something about the people walking past him, the normal people. None of them looked like they noticed Yoshimuriko or the other man. They gave scornfull looks to some others that brushed past them but to Yoshimuriko, they did not even look.
Yoshimuriko was thinking to himself about what would happen when he met this man. He was so indulged that he forgot about following and had to slow himself quickly to see the man walk into a small dojo. Yoshimuriko waited outside for a few minutes, watching the man as he spoke to himself and waved a kendo stickaround, he showed some skill with a weapon that was for sure.
Yoshimuriko took his chance now and walked into the dojo, it was as if the aan knew he was there which surprised Yoshimuriko even though if their auras were similar than why shouldnt their feelings be. It made sense that he knew, he must have known the whole time, if he did then it was foolish of him to have shown Yoshimuriko one of his attacks. The man spoke to him.
" I have been waiting young man, and you are late. Prepare for your lessons and prepare to be enlightened."
"Believe me I am no young man, maybe you should turn and see who you talk to. What do you mean by lesson, there is nothing that you can teach me that I do not already know. I am trained in many martial arts, deadly with a sword and I have skills that you could only dream of"
Yoshimuriko knew that the man had skills of his own but this was just all war talk, Yoshimuriko always tried to wind up his opponents to a certain degree.
"Are you sure it isnt me who should be teaching you?" |
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The confidence in the movements, the un-faltering assurance in the voice, this young kid reminded Amanu of himself and that was a quality that few possesed.
"Are you sure it isnt me who should be teaching you?" Came the ****y reply, obviously intended to rile the older man.
Not this time.
The old man turned around, grey hair as before, whipping around the worn face, showing his payments to the keeper of time. As the man turned, his face began to change, possibly it was just the light but gradually more and more of his face changed, it became smoother, tighter and more accustomed to that of a young man. His hair became darker, thicker and fell into place around the mans shoulders which had gradually widened and become more muscular and powerful.The white kimono that once covered his body was now replaced by a green ninja Gi that was tight fitting but very strong and flexible. Infact his whole body had changed, even the sword which he had swung a few moments earlier had transformed into a thing of beauty like its master. It had changed its practice kendo wood into a gleaming weapon that could cut any material and had an elegant symbol of a dragon engraved onto its blade, ending in a diamond tipped edge that was harder than any other material.
It was this sword that swung through the air, slicing the very air that surrounded the warriors. The blade hummed its familiar tune as it whirred through the stale air of the dojo. This tune brought a smile to the once wrinkled face of Amanu who now resembled the pictures around the dojo and on the walls.
The whirring stopped as did the smiling, Amanu was now totally focussed on his target, he focussed on his appearance, his aura and his movements, all of which allowed him to determine why he was here.Focussing on the aura itself, Amanu could tell that this man knew why he was here and a fight was inevitable.His appearance was strange, it resembled both the older Amanu and yet still bore a remarkable resemblence to the younger one too!!
"Lets begin your lessons young one. How about we fight a little battle and discuss why you are here as we fight.?! Hmm?"
Amanu never allowed the other to speak before he lunged upwards, bringing his sword up beside his body at a diagonal angle attempting to rip his foe upwards and then downwards as Amanu returned to the padded dojo floor with style and grace.
The blow was not intended to cause serious damage and could be easily blocked but it sure served as a great ice breaker between the two warriors. |
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Yoshimuriko watched as Amanu changed form, or rather just became younger even though he state of mind stayed the same. Yoshimuriko did not need to bother changing his form, when he fought, he fought as if he was in his youth but with the same wisdom as he has at the present time. Amanu was definately older but as Yoshimuriko had found with much stronger fighters than Amanu's aura felt, this was not always the way.
Amanu now looked like one of the valiant warriors of japans great years, during the wars of old, though he did not wear the armor that they wore, he was basicaly dressed as an assassin. As far as Yoshimuriko could see, this man only had one weapon, foolish of him, he would need more than just one to survive against Yoshimuriko, or we would have to be mighty strong, still he did not have what it took, Yoshimuriko would destroy him and his dojo in the process. It would burn to the ground.
Yoshimuriko looked at Amanu and his eyes flashed red, this always happened when Yoshimuriko neared a battle. Amanu swung his sword around, it made a strange whiring sound, the old man smiled at the sounds his sword was making, Yoshimuriko laughed.
"What a pretty sound you can make with that sword, oh no, wait, let me guess, that will be the last sound I will ever hear, hmm yeah...right" Yoshimuriko said this with an obvious sarcastic tone in his voice.
Amandu stopped swinging the sword, the sounds stopped and so did Amanu's smiling. Amanu stared at Yoshimuriko, searching him it seemed, scanning him, trying to work out why he was here. Why was he trying to find out though, he was the one who had pulled Yoshimuriko towards him, or his aura did at least. Amanu spoke to Yoshimuriko.
"Lets begin your lessons young one. How about we fight a little battle and discuss why you are here as we fight.?! Hmm?"
I thought I already told him about the lesson, well I guess I'll just have to teach by the way of pain
Amanu lunged at Yoshimuriko now attacking upwards with his sword while rising with a leap. Yoshimuriko reacted quickly and twisted back and then forward, pulling his sword from his back when he spun back forward. Yoshimuriko followed on and swung his sword from his back, down in a circular motion, stepping round to the side while his sword clashed with Amanu's and push his sword upwards with the momentum of the swing. Amanu carried on with his leap and rose upwards bringing his sword back above his head and striking downwards this time. These movements were so quick that Yoshimuriko just let his sword carry on upwards to block the strike from above, stepping back about on impact so that there was no chance of the sword coming down on his head.
Yoshimuriko stepped away from Amanu after this attack and spoke to him quickly, he had not broke sweat and was not worried with the attacks that had came, although he knew that Amanu could do better, just as he could.
"The element of surprise is a good one, but you need the speed to go with it. You need more than just brains, you need to know how to use your body in the most successful way. You do not seem to know how to do this, or you just didnt show it there. Stop playing around and fight damn you!"
Yoshimuriko's eyes flashed red again but this time they stayed red, the dragon had awoken, play time was over. Yoshimuriko was ready to battle proerly, his anger had built up to awaken the dragon within him. "Let sparks fly" Yoshihmuriko mumbled as he began to break into a sprint, running towards Amanu with his broadsword held in one hand, an almost impossible task for any normal human, broadsword were usually heavy for most people in two hands, Yoshimurikos strength far surpassed his physical appearance.
The two who were no in the first stages of a battle, were at either side of the dojo fighting hall. Yoshimuriko ran towards Amanu with the speed of his youth. He leapt at mid way between where they had both started and carried him jump gracefully to the other side of the hall. He almost floated along it seemed yet that was the power of the dragon. He had many strange powers but the one he enjoyed the most was the ability to defy gravity. Once yoshimuriko reached the other side he landed softly but quickly next to Amanu and swung his powerful sword towards Amanu's neck. Yoshimuriko spun while doing this so that after amanu blocked or dodged this attack, which he wanted him to, he could duck down and sweep Amanu's legs out, spin back to the front and drive his sword down into Amanu's chest.
Hopefully this would work well to do some decent damage to Amanu. Yoshimuriko thought that he would test him to see what his reactions were like. Yoshimuriko meant for Amanu to block or dodge the first attack, if he didnt then this guy would be a push over and nothing to what his aura suggested. Yoshimuriko then hoped that he was able to take Amanu's legs out just to get his point of speed accross, then finally he hoped that Amanu would be smart enough to roll out of the way of the oncoming sword.
This would be a good test for the elderely swordsmen, Yoshimuriko wondered what he would make of it. The dragons onslaught had begun, only one would walk out of the burning mess that that dojo would end up being and Yoshimuriko did not count on it being Amanu. |
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Amanu watched his opponents face closely as he rose into the air, clutching his sharpened sword tightly at first but gradually loosening as he flew downwards towards his target. The upwards slash was avoided easily and a simple parry stopped the downwards trail before anything could be made of it. Amanu noticed a slight flicker in Yoshimuriko's eyes before and after the attack, this answered a few mental questions that had plagued his mind through his walk in the city.
Letting previous comments go, Amanu smiled as his opponent clearly dismissed any thoughts about the sound of the sword, he obviously had never fought an assasin of the dark before.
The assasins of the dark were fabled for their deadly mind games and un human tricks, Amanu's was simple. Most believed that the weapon was simply what it appeared to be, a simple sword. But few got the chance of a closer inspection which revealed a thin slice, so thin that the human eye cannot see it without being shown by the wielder himself. The slice served for two purposes,the first, so that if the sword breaks the skin, the wound will be two tiny parallel lines that do not allow for stitching or healing well. This is a great tool for an assasin. But the other use is a little more secretive and doesnt get revealed till Amanu feels it necessary. Now, was not the time.
The warrior had taken this moment to dash backwards a few paces and ready himself for an attack of his own,one that he would put alot of effort into to show the "old man" a thing or two. Steadying himself, Yoshimuriko held his mighty sword outwards to his side and uttered a few inaudible words before once more letting the flicker in his eyes take charge. A slight tense of his muscles sent the warrior on a speedy dash towards the awaiting Amanu.
Springing high into the air, almost brushing the dojo's roof, Yoshimuriko flew through the air and landed gracefully before Amanu who didnt look impressed. A quick shift of the feet allowed Yoshimuriko enough room to swing the powerful broadsword in a wide arc, aiming for Amanu's neck. Instead of tasting flesh, the sword met with the plaster-wall of the dojo, ripping a nice hole in the wall. Amanu had ducked the telegraphed move and had resumed his previous position against the wall.
The tell tale flicker in his opponents eyes gave Amanu all the indication he needed to avoid the next stage in Yoshimuriko's attack, a quick leg sweep. Amanu had performed and agile manouvre of a nice aerial leg split which left him defying gravity at Yoshimuriko's shoulder height. Using the momentum of his previous attack, the warrior continued his spin and thrust that wide sword once more into the plaster-board that the dojo walls were adorned with.
Amanu himself, flipped over the attacking warrior and they now stood back to back, both unmoving, both powerful in stature and mental capabilities. There would be only one victor however.
Amanu ran forwards, dashing towards the other wall refusing to stop as his feet caused ripples in the padding that covered the floor.His speed showing the other that he too could move at a quick pace if he chose to. This however was not as quick as he got.
Almost as abruptly as he had started, Amanu stopped, frozen in time almost as he waited for the right moment. Slowly he turned around, wielding his sword vertically in front of his handsome face. Closing both eyes, Amanu ran forwards towards his foe, still not opening his eyes. A red aura flowed from the swords emblem onto its hilt and over Amanu's body until he was covered by its glow.
Swinging back in a massive arc, Amanu's sword left a red trail in the air as it flew, guided by his skilled hands. Slicing through the air, Amanu sent the red slice flying towards Yoshimuriko, it twisted and turned in the air and mid flight it resembled a mighty dragon, ripping through the air. It suddenly split into two and became a fiery red cross that threatened to turn Yoshimuriko into four neat packages.
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Yoshimuriko could do nothing but continue with his attack while Amanu dodged and swerved his attacks. His sword clashed with the wall twice but it was not a normal sword and it did not scratch once, it remained spotless as ever and still as sharp. Amanu had done well to evade all three skillful displays of swordsmanship, he had passed Yoshimuriko's expectations and dodged every attack without a fault, regaining his position at the opposite side of the room to Yoshimuriko again.
This guy thinks he’s good
From the other side of the room, Yoshimuriko watched as Amanu began to run towards Yoshimuriko with his eyes closed. Yoshimuriko concentrated on Amanu to try and see what he was trying to do, it was definitely something. Then Yoshimuriko felt it, his aura had changed, bonded with his sword. Amanu's aura was now glowing an intense red, burning with energy. Amanu drew back his sword at around the half way point of the dojo and swung it towards Yoshimuriko. It was too far away to be a sword attack yet out of his sword came a line of red, cut along the very particles of air that dwelt in this dojo. When the line of energy neared Yoshimuriko it split in two, this thing would cut Yoshimuriko into pieces if it hit.
Yoshimuriko backed against the corner waiting the moment. The energy cross neared and Yoshimuriko jumped up and bounced off the wall towards the ceiling. He stabbed his sword into it at an angle so that it did not just fall out and swung his legs up as the energy cross passed underneath him and smashed into the wall, crushing the rock and crippling it so that a gaping hole was all that was left of that corner of the wall.
Yoshimuriko dropped down and looked behind him to see the wreckage. He then looked at Amanu who looked like he couldnt believe what he had just dont to his own dojo, it looked like someone had just rammed a wrecking ball through the side if it. They could now here everything that went on outside, it was as though it had opened up a window to the world outside. Yoshimuriko was pretty annoyed at just having pure energy shot at him and so he knew that he must do something decent for his next attack.
"Its way too closed up in here, I'd prefer it if it was a bit more open"
Yoshimuriko closed his eyes and concentrated on the draft that was coming from the gap that had been blasted away by the energy of Amanu. Soon the wind picked up and brushed through the dojo, picking up to a fast paced gale. Then winds began to whistle and swirl, growing bigger and faster until loads of miny hurricanes blew through the dojo. They were only about three foot high but they would rip a mans limbs from his sockets with no problem. These miny hurricanes blew through the dojo in the center until they all came together as one, bonding together and growing bigger.
As the hurricanes came together and began to grow they filled up the whole dojo. Everything that was in it began to swirl and Yoshimuriko could not see because he had his eyes closed, but Amanu should have been thrown about with everything else. Yoshimuriko however was stood in his place, solid as a rock. He controlled the wind and so he could control how it reacted to him. As the wind got so strong and big that it neared the roof, the supports of the roof began to creek and moan through the pressure they were under. Suddenly the roof lifted off and began to hover above the dojo. Yoshimuriko stopped all the other winds so that his opponent may drop to the floor if the wind was still holding him but it still kept the roof aloft. Then with a last strong gust of wind, the hurricane lifted it and launched the roof away from the dojo.
Now that there was an open space, free air for Yoshimuriko to work with, he placed his hand into his pouch at his waist, his eyes were still closed but he had no problem finding the pouch and slipping his hand into it. Yoshimuriko pulled his hands out; he was clenching something in his fist. Yoshimuriko rolled up his sleeves to reveal a tattoo on both arms. The tattoos were of dragon arms, stretched out to full length with claws on the hands at the ends. Yoshimuriko opened his hands to show that it was a lighter in his hands. It was decorated with a dragon that was breathing a bright orange flame. Yoshimuriko lit the lighter and almost instantly the flame jumped across to his left hand leaving a quick trail of fire that joined the rest of the flame in his hand. Yoshimuriko held the flame in his hand, it did not burn him, it just flickered and sparked, shining its light on to his hand.
Yoshimuriko looked at the flame for a few seconds, still not looking round the room for his opponent. He could sense that Amanu was still alive but he could not sense what state he was in. Suddenly the flame shot up Yoshimuriko’s arm and caught fire to the tattoo. It did not burn the tattoo because it was completely controlled by Yoshimuriko. The fire sent great strength through Yoshimuriko so as he may let it out in vicious and deadly ways. Yoshimuriko now crossed his arms in an x-shape, the other tattoo caught fire just as the last one had.
Yoshimuriko now stood back his eyes still closed but the red glow underneath the lids could be seen shining through. He looked like a force to be reckoned with, his arms were alight, his eyes glowing red and his sword he held with one hand, a sword, which most men could barely pick up with two. The flames reflected off the sword to make that too look like it was alight. It was strange though, the light from the flames went nowhere else but on Yoshimuriko, even the light reflected on to the sword did not reflect anywhere else. The flame was controlled well by its user and much more could be done with it. Yoshimuriko stood with his eyes still closed until he felt the movement of his opponent. |
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The trail flew fast, eating up any oxygen it could grab as it flew towards its target. Twisting and turning, the beam sliced its way through the air as it neared its destination.
The target, Yoshimuriko dodged with ease as he threw himself into the safety of the roof by a skillful use of his sword. The beam sliced just below him and theatened to twist into his direction but fortunately for him it simply continued onwards into the dojo wall, obliterating it as it created a decent sized hole in it.
As the dust settled, as best it could, the calm winds flowed in through the new "door" that had been given to the small structure. The calm breeze swirled around the feet of Amanu and worked their way up his body in a circular motion. A slight smile split the mans lips as he anticipated what was next. The dust caused by the damage to the wall made it extremely obvious what was to come.
Small swirling conical shapes drifted to seperate areas around the dojo gathering speed and size as they moved. Gradually they all swarmed like animals in a pack surrounding their victim and moved in to form one solid unit.
The mini cyclones all grew into one unified cyclone that threw every item in the dojo around, display swords were srtwn across the room as medals and pictures were thrown out of the gaping hole in the roof. Still Amanu stood firm, strong, unmoving is the way he had always been.
Not anymore it seemed.
One display sword, an amazing piece of craftsmanship was unsheathed by the howling torrent and was being thrown every which way as its master bade. The weapon itself was now hurtling faster and faster around the room, spinning round and round. Amanu didnt flinch, he didnt even budge as the sword had a near miss with his neck. It was however his own folly that caused a few dropplets of blood to run down his cheek as on its next pass the sword struck his face. Not hard enough to create a big wound but enough to slice a neat reminder into his cheek.
Amanu grasped the pain afflicting weapon and held it, blade towards himself.Seeing his handsome face marked by this simple weapon angered him.
A surge of energy rippled through Amanu.His muscles tightened and his blood pumped faster and faster. His energy levels were too high for his body to sustain, he must again alter his state or risk endangering himself.
The winds stopped.
His opponent performed some almost ritualistic actions with his dragon influenced lighter upon two amazing works of art that were emblazoned upon his arms. Now wreathed in flames, Yoshimuriko awaited something from his foe.
It would come soon enough.
At first it was only a small crack that appeared in the walls that were next to Amanu but soon they grew until they were an intricate pattern almost like a spider-web. This web of cracks grew and grew and now none of the wall could be seen clearly as the damage to them had destroyed what was once a flat structure.
The same could be said for Amanu as his skin rippled with what seemed to be veins that coursed blood through his body, they were greatly enlarged and were sticking out of his skin showing his growing anger. His face became rippled like a pool of water disturbed by a stone, changing, stretching, shrinking, all at once.
Amanu almost dissapeared from view as his body began to change. His arms became thicker, much more obvious now. His legs did the same also growing in length. His body grew aswell, changing its proportion from that of a graceful young man into a powerful warrior with clear strength and speed. His face, similar to that of before but now adorned with a few scars, scars where previous fights had gotten out of hand.
Amanu stood among the ruins of the dojo, looking around, surveying the possibilities of the area. Sword still in hand he glanced over at his opponent whom he had completely forgotten throughout his slight change. Swinging the sword back and forth in his arm, Amanu felt its weight, it had also grown in size and strength just like the one who wields it. Amanu still felt connected with the sword, he still felt its cry for blood.
Blood it shall have.
Crouching to about knee height, the improved warrior surveyed the dojo, its walls had fallen and its floor was beyond repair. This brought a slight smile to the towering figure. Raising from his crouched position, Amanu strolled over to his foe, glancing him up and down.
A slight sound was heard, comparible to a laugh. It came from the powerful frame of Amanu.
Once again Amanu crouched, once again gathering power. This however was a different sort of power.
The ground below the warrior shook as his inner strength was partially unleashed into the surrounding area. A blinding light was being emmitted from his sword blocking any view unto him. A slight tremor made a single yet deep crack in the padded floor beside him, spilling out the floors contents. Another identical crack appeared on his other side. Something big was happening and Amanu was controlling it.
The figure let out a powerful roar that originated somewhere deep in his stomach, letting out a deafening sound that stopped time outside of the dojo aswell as partially inside it. Finally after reaching its crescendo, the sound stopped and a strange quiet filled the air, almost as deafening as the previous sound.
The dust began to settle once more and the light died down, the warriors were once again visible to each other. Amanu could see his opponent and Yoshimuriko would be able to see all three of his.
Two Amanu's stood beside the original and and stared at their target, Yoshimuriko, with powerful eyes that resembled beautiful emeralds. The eyes of these warriors looked so out of place when compared to their oversized bodies and brutal natures.
Now the fun would begin. The first Amanu charged at his foe, aiming two slices one high, one low. The second did the same but from a side on position. The final, and original Amanu simply watched the two replicas deal their blows in unison, careful not to strike each other. Now it was his turn.
The final Amanu charged and his surrounded opponent and sprung high into the open air above the fighters, looking down as they battled for their lives. Now was his time, now he would end this worthless challenger's life.
Reaching back with his powerful arm that grasped the sword, Amanu stretched as far as it would go before bringing it forwards again in a swift downwards motion. Aided by gravity, the warriors blow would be tremendous and would surely render the target asunder. |
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