Tenshi Kain Nameless
Eternal
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Another Voidshade crumpled
under Slash's heel, dissipating into a black mist moments
after its decapitated trunk struck the floor. Slash was
starting to breath harder now, his forehead and arms peppered
with minor cuts and abrasions. One of the creatures' claws had
come dangerously close to striking his ribs on a scythe-motion
cut, and Slash now sported a gash in his tunic from where it
had sliced. With their strange and brutal finesse, the
creatures were proving to be a much more lethal foe than any
Guardia Knight.
And you're thinking about those
mammalian dirtbigs right now? Fight, dammit!
Slash
shifted into standard attack position once more, hunched
slightly forward with Slasher II and Shamshir held forward.
The next Voidshade approached him from the swarm at a much
quicker pace, almost jogging to meet him across the
battleground. Slash moved in an instant to meet it, and with a
cry of war and a cry of insane bloodlust, the combatants
clashed in the center. Slash slammed his Shamshir into the
stabbing arm of the Voidshade, forcing its hand into
existence. Overbalanced and panicking, the Voidshade reeled
back, but by then, Slash had his beloved Slasher II poised and
ready. He clashed his larger blade against the scythe-shaped
short sword, sending both swiping in an "X" slash. The
Shamshir's edge was too short to connect, but the Slasher II's
blade had no problem slicing through the solidifying
appendage. The cut won a scream from the creature, its hand
shattering into a billion ash-like fragments before
dissipating forever.
Slash regained momentum just as
the creature reared up again for another swipe- and swipe it
did, and Slash felt a stinging sensation along the left side
of his jawline. A cut- minimal, but there was a coldness, a
burning coldness, to the scrape. Slash persisted- it was more
of an aching throb than the familiar thin pain of a cut,
anyway. He chewed the inside of his cheek to quell the anger,
scything the Shamshir up and into the creature's side with a
one-handed thrust. He was rewarded with the sound of metal
punching through solid, and the subsequent noise of pain from
the Voidshade. It recoiled in pain, but brought back its hand
from the swipe movement to whip for Slash's head. The Mystic
swordsman felt the coldness of its hand approaching, however,
and weaved his head down moments before impact. The creature
stumbled back further; Slash stepped after him, placing his
right foot forward, but rather than slashing upward, he took a
step back with his left foot, standing to face his wounded
enemy from a sideways stance. Slash gripped his infamous sword
with both hands, slowly curving it down and up, away from the
Voidshade. As he did, he stepped over his left foot nimbly
with his right, twisting his entire frame around to face the
opposite direction- and in the process, brought the Slasher II
directly into range of the Voidshape's skull. Slash was
strangely slow in his strike, however, and the Voidshape saw
its chance. Ducking in, it lashed out with a claw blow, its
talons screaming for Slash's blood-
-and then Slash's
strike doubled, tripled, quadrupled, quintupled in speed.
"Bachiatari Hakuma Ryu- Amenomurakamo!"
The blade outslashed the claws, and Slash cleaved the
shade in two from shoulder to hip. The same ash-like substance
exploded from the wound, and the rest of the body followed
suit. As the creature sped forward, driven on by its own
momentum, it shattered into nothingness, passing harmlessly
through Slash's form. The Shamshir fell from its side to
clatter at Slash's feet just as the Slasher II's edge split a
tile of the Memorian floor.
Pumping out all my best
techniques, and this was only my fifth kill. Slash brought
himself back up to his full height, casting a glance at the
battling Voidshapes and his once-competitors. Neither side was
truly gaining an advantage, save for a few competitors who
resorted to magics and summons to blow away a few. But for
each shape that fell, another and some more sprung up in its
place. There's an easier way of making these things solid.
I just don't know i-
Slash's gaze fell upon the
elaborate table of food that Yume had set out for them, just
prior to the invasion by the Voidshapes. "Hold that thought,"
he muttered, weaving past a few vagrant fighters towards the
banquet table. There was quite an assortment of food-
sandwiches, fruit, salads, soup, even a few hot dogs-
And plenty of knives to cut the cake.
Slash grabbed a good, thick butcher knife, and whirled
with a red glint to his sallow eyes. Cocking his throwing arm
back, he laid his eyes on a Voidshade coming in his direction,
arms upraised and shrieking mindlessly. Slash let his muscles
relax, just slightly, and whipped the knife through the air.
The blade turned over the hilt just before impact, embedding
itself in the center of the Voidshade's chest. It stumbled
once, pawing at the foreign blade in an effort to escape the
awful nemesis- reality. Slash, however, had mapped out this
one technique before he'd even thrown the knife. Placing his
blade forward, Slash took off in a sprint, sword pointed at
the head of the creature in what would have appeared to be a
basic charge.
But, of course, any Guardia Knight who
laid eyes on that position would have put up a shield and
prayed to his gods he survive.
"Bachiatari Hakuma
Ryu no Fungeki- Hyakuretsuto!"
If the
Voidshade had been just a step out of reach, it may have been
able to fully evade the attack. But as it was, Slash had no
problem with his aim. The Mystic seemed to emanate from north,
south, west, east, and all directions in-between, and the
Slasher II's blade darted forward in seven swiping cuts,
patterned randomly. A shoulder cut from the left opened to
mime a razing gash on the groin, and the third and second
attacks tore the creature's left arm and hip. The left
shoulder and right arm followed, and the right hip exploded in
a whipping cut. At last, the head was split in two, popping
open like an overripe watermelon. Yet no blood spewed, and
Slash's immense charging technique carried him through an ashy
black mist as the Voidshade was damned into oblivion by the
howl of the demon sword.
Slash skidded to a halt with
great care, the soles of his boots alight with friction as the
last of the momentum died. He panted slightly, bringing the
Slasher II up once again. The one-on-one method was less
tiring than multiple-target attacks, but he was making less of
an impact. He needed a method of attack that would dispatch a
group with one fierce blow.
Despite himself, Slash
smiled thinly. An attack that will kill many in one blow.
It may not be my style, but I think I know just the
thing...
---
Your Dear Old Uncle TK,
modelling after the Tenken, suggests these sweet, sweet tracks
for listening to during the tourney:
"Shades of
Revolution", Rurouni Kenshin "The Bridge Of Khazad
Dum", Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack "Knight of
Fire", Xenogears "Boss Fight", Metal Gear Solid
2 "Endgame", Skies of Arcadia "Fight- Final
Boss", Grandia II
And for any Slash fights ( ), "Warrior's Suite", Rurouni Kenshin. Biased,
am I? Sounds like me, yeah.
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