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PostPosted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 2:55 pm    Post subject: A Muted Fall [Paused] Reply with quote

A day dawned, things awoke and somewhere a painter had stolen the colors out of the world. With a minimum array of grays they?d stroked a round brush over the bright purples and oranges, smearing the azure colors of a clear sky in neutral clouds that hung low and did little. Sometime in the night the artist at work had been busy, filling in every possible notion and feeling of a beautiful sunrise and making everyone the fool with the pretense of a longer night. Nothing could?ve worked more efficiently, the rustle of life a few hours later than was surely intended.

The strong color of amber had been unmarred; a mere two dabbles of golden brown having been hidden by sleeping lids unharmed by the dismal appearance of the sky. Peering upwards through lengthened bangs, they remained one constant amid the changes, noticing more and more how the dull painting of the sky had dripped its effects down to the ground and seeped into everything else. A new season was approaching in this part of the lands, and everything was spent with the details of it. It'd brought along its parade of death, and only more would come.

The city ahead, the mountainous range in the surrounding distance, all of it held the same look in appearance and atmosphere. Stale air stuck to her mouth, most unwelcome as it was sent away with a lick of her lips and her footsteps came to a stop. It was a city she had no wish to visit, the scaling towers and peaks slicing into the thick clouds without purpose. This far away there looked to be little life, the high walls and thick doors that led outside much like a barn and its own entryways leaving it heavily guarded with a defensive stance all its own.

Already it made her want to turn back and away, a gentle breeze brought on by the onslaught of cloud cover winding about her and invisible hands pushed at her back. A simple shift of her weight against the wind and her head bowed as the current was sent that way instead. A mere couple feet away the ground dropped in a cliff of some fifteen feet; small, but it was all that was left of elevation before the wide expanse of dead, flat lands took over towards the city.

Turning back to the way she?d come, her eyes scanned the distance. A few boulders and rough patches of rock surrounded the area. Otherwise it?d just become over time a place where packed dirt and compacted stone rested, giving no help in aiding the little life that dared to attempt such. Footsteps muted with nothing to really make noise upon, she walked away from the cliff some couple of steps before she felt that familiar itch of something between her shoulder blades.

Rolling the right first and then the left to relieve herself of such a feeling, her left arm shifted slightly downwards towards her thigh, retrieving with ease the weapon she?d come to trust for years now. There was nothing around to hide in, no trees to seek shelter with, no leaves to cover her from the view that this flat plane gave everyone around. It was only distance that gave itself to her now. From the city, she was a mere speck of black that would blend in with the items around her.

It was difficult to hear steps of oncoming parties or people if they stepped right; it was merely the way the stretch of land she was on worked. No noise went far before it was swallowed up into the nothingness. It was her eyes that caught the movement, however, fingers lightly grasping the sheathe of her Rain Camellia and tightening minutely as she turned to better face the approaching figure.

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PostPosted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 2:20 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

And what were the gods thinking when they decided to create this world? From the very first daybreak to the very last twilight, it had been decided - they would create this world. And so they did and twirled in their prowess. Not a single time did they waste, they have started and now they will finish. And when all was said and done, they looked at what they did with a smile; they would now have some fun.

Years, centuries, millenniums have passed and the monophonic autumn was now fast approaching; peeking out from the gray scaled sky that covered the once pleasant blue that spring brought beforehand. The staleness of the heavens gave the same atmospheric look on the ground that lay below; a seemingly endless monotony of sorts that gave the sleepy feeling to the onlookers that called themselves gods. To what spell have this land undergone to taste such reeking ambiance; the village behind, the mountainous range, the color-deprived horizon, all having such a feel.

Preparation, they called it. It was an occurrence that they would expect every turn of the calendar; an event that the so-called gods had given this lowly world since it?s birth until its end; the eventide before it had already served a whisky clue to the bar-driven farmer's of the land - of a fast approaching cold winter, after they bumbled themselves on their nightly enjoyment, forgetting for a night their problems, their hardships, and giving them that tingly headache after waking up on the later morning with a hangover.

Such pity?

Even the winds were against him, forcing him to go back; like a friend or a foe's warning to what would lie beyond what sight he possessed. Dusk and smoke blew against him; having only his blue, overused, shades to protect his wondering eyes. Not everyone had the guts, or was it vindication to this world, that held him steadfast on his steps, each lifting dust into the blowing course of winds that fought him. His left hand was placed hidden on his pocket, left there to feel the cloth of his loose dark pants that had gathered up dirt on its underside from the long hard walks that he made together with his tennis shoes, tightly laced on each foot. They were all he had for now, he constantly prompted himself when he would be reminded by how dirty his dress was; although not to the point of being smelly or looking like garbage, just due to the dust that have gathered up over the past few days of traveling.

His right hand extended out from his shoulders and made an acute angle back to hold the dark smooth shaft, staying smooth despite the countless of battles it had undergone through. The pole extended from the loose grip, down his shoulders, ending on his other side where the last foot or so was left for the blade to protrude out, forming a curve on its angle, with a crappy spear when it continued on to the shaft. It was a legend by itself, a legend that is yet to be uncovered for the world to see.

His blue cap was turned back, partially protecting him from the weak pale glow of the sun. Loose hair showed underneath where his cap ended, seemingly blowing with the wind after being stopped by the grip that it was in. It was partly similar to his white polo that flapped behind with the wind, being opened as it was, together with his shirt underneath that was tucked out loose from his pants. He was different from the people here, at least on how he was dressed to the least part of it.

It was yonder that he saw the figure - an unlikely silhouette that stopped on its steps when it saw him as another opposing figure approaching; a tight, slim figure that was covered with what seemed to be a dress, swaying gracefully with the wind together with long locks of blond hair that seemed to reach out to him. It was a strong, yet completely feminine figure, possessing this unworldly beauty that most men would get attracted to from first glance. A hint of strength, of experience, from her face as she slid her hands down her waste, resting on what seemed to be a weapon of mastery - a friend to some, an enemy to most, preparing for the incoming danger.

His eyes continued to scan across her, hiding behind the protection of his shades, until it was stop by the wondering thought that rolled behind the woman and into the boulders and rough patches of rock beyond, that had help aid life in these surrounding planes. His feet stopped and rested, kicking what was left of the dust in front, later carried by the gush of wind behind together with thousands of others that was scattered across these planes.

It was only a few feet that stood between him and her, easily accessible with a long quick dash. He showed no motivation and she had yet to show him any. Only silence carried their thoughts, together with each of their eyes ever so observant to the sudden changes of this unexpected meeting. His lips opened as his chest combusted with a word that broke the delicate quiescence that for a moment, mounted between the two.

"Yo!"
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 12:55 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

How many numerous people had come to walk the same, unseen path as these two, guided by the winds of a coming death and only to end the journey facing another warrior? One might say too many, others could comment not enough. It was an endless cycle of life and death, and even the ones who kept their promises, their swords and their dignity, those who lost it again and again only to come upon it in the most unsuspecting places, even they had to serve their share of risks, chances that today just might be the day when they were tossed back up to the place of creation, to join back up in the same sands they walked upon in life. Old life, memories and thoughts were the same specks of dirt he walked upon, lifted up by his unknowing steps to toss them up, allowing them to play about this cliff. Lives flew into the wind, the same tendrils of a current that knew all the twists and turns as some flew behind her and came to the drop; the cliff?s height shortened by the buffeting wind of earlier seasons, years over years of the same beating. It would make anyone, anything dissipate over time, but they were different elements altogether. The ways of humanoid beings lifted and soared over such disastrous effects, for now given the wings needed to get through the part of the cycle they wished to stay in. Somehow their wings had brought them here, leaving them to look across the couple of feet that separated them to one another. It was only his voice which carried any substance, an exclamation of greeting she knew to be something of his own.

?Yo!?

A muscle twitched softly, the aching itch of a smile lingering over the corners of her lips as he gave her a greeting she never really had begun to expect. There had been many things of welcome she?d received in this world since her entrance. It was this single one which stood out from the others in the fact it was nearly friendly to a point, very much unlike the others. So far she?d been proposed to with death or a new drunk lover dunked in the trash for a good couple years; neither one she?d been too content with, having been forced to fight even her own clan mate for her life since he seemed so determined to take her own for the win. It was like some point during it he?d expected her to give up. There?d never been a chance she was going to throw in the towel, and even with this newest challenge of sorts, there wasn?t a thought in her mind about it.

In the undying aspects of humanity and social ways of life, her greeting came next after his own, wearing the name of grace upon the female body as her head bowed ever so slightly in his direction, smooth and carrying an air of apathy that usually swarmed around her. No matter where she went or whom she was with, it was there. In her stance, the way her head was held, even the cool expression on her face yielded to the ways of a stoic. The clothing she wore only better defined this feeling. The black kept her warm against the outside forces of weather, and the rectangles of visible flesh at her sides kept out the heat of the deserts she found herself more than often wandering through. The pants clung to her, staying out of the way of any movement she could?ve done as one part of the clothing went right into the next; one lengthy piece of a suit from her time before this. Wounds healed and scars faded, her thoughts only lingered on her previous injuries a moment, ever so slightly curious of the possibility of more. Again her head was righted to its normal place and her voice drifted through the space back to him in an answering call.

?Shin Malaika.?

There was a hint of something more in her voice than usual, the same little hint of respect she?d given Rygen upon finding him at the sight of her last battle. Out of everyone so far among her travels and trials of wit, speed and strength, it was the carefully chosen ones of the Ronin?s Path clan members that received the one thing she never gave lightly. It was after the battle that was sure to come now that she?d decide if it was a right choice for this character in front of her. It would depend upon certain aspects of the upcoming battle, how into defeating her he became or how intent on removing her life from this world. Only an odd place such as Darkness Incarnate would her life be sought so often, Sutera even finding herself seeking others? like the skeleton being of the first fight. It was difficult to claim the life in her eyes, even one of them valuable to a certain degree. So it was and most likely so it would stay. By the end of this, she?d figure out Shin?s thoughts on her unasked question and thoughts. Would he be like the Kiltharr and demand her life in his hands or would he go through the motions of practice and give her a good fight to the end?

?Shall we??

So it was they stood there, her greeting given to him and her mind noting what she saw of weapons and armor as he?d been approaching. The weapon he held was not of her tastes, but it wasn?t one that took much thought in the questions of how to use such a thing. Simple, clean and with a long handle she knew would cause her trouble at some point; it was something note worthy as she slid her left foot back and her arm bent up as her right came to join with the smooth, lightly engraved hilt of her katana. A gentle tug and it was released. The expanse of the blade had long been tweaked and specifically made to her size and weight, leaving her with a balanced, gleaming weapon in her right hand as her fingers twirled and grasped the sheathe in the position she was used to having it in, one much the same way as her sword. Neither were put in an offensive position, their points aimed downwards to her right. Awaiting his answer, those amber hues peered across to him, at those shades and past.
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 12:47 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Her voice was feminine, yet firm and strong; similar to the face and demeanor that glowed beneath her beauty. Not everyone had such ability; to make people respect you with only a single word. It was something that only those chosen few were gifted upon. She was the one, he thought, and he was finally going to face her. Hers was the renowned face that even the rest of the members of the clan gave respect to, and a part feared. Hers were the eyes that men had bent their knees into, stripped their pride with a single glance. Hers were those lips that spoke those fine words of greeting when Shin heard his name being spoken so rarely in such a way. The winds kept blowing and that single moment, when time would seem to stop in a total standstill, a thought of what would soon happen came into his mind as a loud whisper, rather than a reply, departed from his lips.

"Sutera Sasaki..."

There was this great inevitability when two warriors with such great power and pride meet. It was this unavoidable call to test; of laying one's life on the line for the sake of finding what use this endowed power was for them. Not every warrior was called a winner, and most fell by the feet of those that had proven greater. Yet, they still strive; they still keep on going, keep on taking that fatal risk for such alien reasons. But what choice was there to take for these two warriors, these two masters of their art? Would such risk be enough for such hungry hearts to be satisfied? The winds howled on such call, on such craving. The souls of the countless that has fallen were extending their arms, scavenging on the hope that a single soul would be theirs by the end of this day. At some point in time, their eyes met and locked. It was only that single phrase, that single question that came out when those lips of hers opened that broke the inaction.

?Shall we??

At that breaking point, the choice was made. One of such pride had no option to decline to such offer. Her answer to the invisible choice was given and nothing more or nothing less was of the importance at that moment than what would soon happen.

Fluid was the movement that she portrayed when she slid back her left foot and bent her left arm, or even when she pulled her sharp, finely crafted blade out from its sheathe, sweeping through the dust filled air that surrounded it and stopped at the end of her stance for the blade to face downward on her right. Not everyone was gifted with such grace. The ranger that he once faced was much more cunning in manner. The elf that he had battled against one quiescent night was more of a magic user. But now, her style was of complete difference. A battle-hardened girl harnessed and trained over time. Yet from those very first assumptions, more was still to come. None of them was yet to make a move. Words was not of much value when it comes to battles such as these, but those few words that came out from his mouth still made such significance.

"I believe we shall."

His right arm straightened and stretched, bringing with it his scythe to extend to the other side, blade facing down on the ground, together with a smile that once again appeared at the side of his lip. It was later followed by a fast swing of his scythe across him, at the same time curving upward for a final stance where it extended above him for less than a second, and fell back down to the ground in what would seem to be a diagonal swing. The blades hissed through the air, striking an invisible enemy that would seem foolish to the more foolish onlooker, and stopped before the tip of the blade could hit the ground. Not all was given such ability, and his was one of a kind. While the sharp blade passed through the atmosphere, ripples started to form and move away from it, and at that very moment, forced opened the gate that connected different intertwining worlds. What came out was something, totally new and different on this world.

[Sprytus]


Short, light wings extended out from its stout body, which seemed too small to actually carry it in flight. Its small arms, and even smaller fingers, hung from its sides while it glided its way out of the portal and into this world where it was heeded into. It wore a simple dress that was perfectly fit to its size. Quickly, it glided its way from the portal and into Shin's side where it belonged. Its huge eyes scanned across the planes while its pointy ears scanned its surroundings. It was neither scary-looking nor intimidating. Instead, it looked more of like a friend for most, rather than a foe. No one would even think of it to be harmful on first glance, yet it was the one that most summoners prefer to bring in every battle that they are faced into. Their allegiance with the summoners had made them the most favored above all other summons, and their usefulness in battle had saved most of these minion masters' lives - even Shin's.

With another fluid motion, he swung back his scythe to his side and positioned it back on its original resting place; shaft on the shoulder extending to the other side. Words were no longer of much importance. His was the wait, for hers was the first move that he offered. Sutera Sasaki, the name lingered on to his head as he waited to unfold the beginning moments of a fight soon to come.


[Sprytus (1) - 0ss; 0x left]
[Spirit Shackles left ? 20]


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PostPosted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 12:14 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"I believe we shall."

There were no passing words of abhorrence or challenge, no profound proposals of infatuation or friendship, no real indication or gesture at all for what was between these two warriors. For all notions outside of the box, the only things that brought them together remained the wind that existed to dislocate their locks, giving breaks and cracks to any loose clothing available to the action.

Every action, movement and shift was taken in, analyzed in their stillness as perhaps something important to remember for future reference, however long that was needed. With a quick note that his feet were still and unmoving, no real action came from her as he brought his right arm upwards, stretching the muscles taught with the weight of the weapon as he did was he was good at. The blade caught the light at its rapidly changing angle and position, a soft whistle of the particles of air attempting to remove themselves from the area heard as the blade sliced the threads of reality apart to create a rift of passage. Sutera didn't exactly know the dynamics and science of what he was doing, not right away. It wasn?t until something formed in the space between them and a thought came to her of just what was happening here.

A summoner...

What a pleasant surprise of sorts; looking alone at the scythe she had almost figured he was nearly the same as the rest of the clan. Now it appeared he was just that gifted he also had quite a few tricks up his sleeves. Her chin rose a fraction of an inch upwards, eyes settled on the being that appeared and uncurled itself. Scanning over it as the thing glided to him and stayed on his side of what would only become their battle field, she gave a soft nod and blink in acknowledgement. Perhaps this wasn't going to be nearly as boring as she'd at first figured. How long would they stand there at their silent crossroads, watching one another bring out their starting weapons or creatures, the shows of their weapons given in some cases; her own stayed right where she?d brought them initially out to, unmoving in front of her body.

Questions came to mind, things she?d have to get answered herself in favor of coming out and questioning Shin. There were only so many ways to retain an answer otherwise. He paused in moving after that first strike with his weapon, time shifting past them, faster than their movements as they locked eyes once more after her glance at the sprite. Everything gave a pause, her hair resting still for a moment with it. With his gaze at her in turn, he?d notice this surely, though he had a second to realize it wasn?t the wind making her hair go still. Sutera had shifted and started moving with the speed granted to her through years of training. Muscles worked and stretched out throughout the training of her time before Darkness Incarnate, the samurai worked faster, able to do so much more in the time regular humans without such training could. [Trained Agility]

With the backwards step of her left foot before, there came two quick strides to remove the space between them. Quick, simple and sure, the female closed the distance and shifted the bladed half of her katana upwards, giving a twist to the blade so as to make the blunt end aimed at him instead. Her sheathe moved out of the way, over to her left to make for a block for any attack he might throw that way instead. An upward curve from the ground at his left thigh and the battle was started, the metal of her Rain Camellia glinting some in its darkness, the sword moving for his leg. Friendly or deadly, neither had stated, but by the end of this it would surely be decided.
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 1:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A single push was all it took for her to shove dust away from her feet and mover her closer to him in an attempt to adjoin what little distance that was between them. She proved for one thing that she possessed agility far greater than those of normal women, but this was no longer surprising to him. Sutera was no where near considered as normal or ordinary, she was unique. Everything was taken account for while Shin observed her with as much specifics as he could; how this female warrior moved, while he moved his feet backward, prolonging as much as possible her getting close to him. At the same process, Shin readied his scythe and held it horizontal in front of him, moving and twisting his right hand until he held the shaft with both hands, the blade pointing down on his left side. Limited was the time for him to react. His mind raced while he attempted to lengthen their distance while she tried to shorten it. She was winning, but he wasn't expecting anything far from that to happen. His sprite followed close and remained ever so diligent on its job.

A twinkle formed on his eyes when he had decided that it was now time. It was when she was about six or five feet from the portal that he previously opened, that he activated it once again. He chose another world, looking for a different creature for him to manipulate to his will. It was one of those most common beasts that he was accustomed to summoning. It wasn't that strong but was greatly useful nevertheless. Second thoughts on his plan were already disregarded a few seconds ago. There was no time for him to waste and the timing needed be excellent, if not, perfect.

[Roggle]

The ripples in the air were still there, still active. She was moving in and he was expecting it. Then, like a tiger leaping from the shadows to catch its prey, the roggle jumped out from the portal and into the incoming enemy. Its eyes were bloody red that stood out of its white, snow white fur. As soon as it escaped from its world and entered ours, another prison captured it. Ethereal chains, invisible to the eyes except for the creature and the summoner, locked the monster's heart, and at the same time its free will. Its ears hung loose, waving behind its head at the same time as its sharp, over-sizes claws gave occasional shines when the sun's rays were able to strike it. The huge rabbit gave no emotion except apathy and it only heard the first mental command that his master gave [Mental Link].

Instructions were all that it needed for it to react to the situation as soon as it came out. It was fast; similar to the target that it was aimed to. The little, if any, distance that was between the roggle and the samurai was drastically eliminated. It landed on the ground and as soon as it did so, it jumped low, very low to strike at her shins, either right or left, whichever was fairly accessible on its attack with its huge claws. Two reasons held responsible why such type of attack was made: First was to eliminate the primary nuisance that would soon prove fatal later - her speed and agility. Second, Shin did not neglect her weapons on the process of his attack. If needed be, the roggle?s low strike made it accessible for it to gain another boost or shift movement if she decides to use her weapons to defend herself, which he presumed she was more than capable of doing. Shin was looking and if she does use it, a simple command would take it away. Also, the surprise of its attack would help on its probable success, taking away a little amount of time for her reaction. The latter questions would be answered soon, only time was its interval.

Meanwhile, Shin stopped, turned his scythe to face diagonally, parallel with his body in front, blade on top and strike it down until the bottom end hit the ground, shoving a little amount of dust when it did. At the very same time, he channeled energy through his catalyst, his scythe, down into the ground and opened a portal in the process. A small, hardly visible short wave ran through the ground from where the bottom of the scythe hit and disappeared into a short distance radius. This time though, he didn't call a creature, yet.


[Sprytus (1) - 0ss; 0x left]
[Roggle (1) - 3ss; 3x left]
[Spirit Shackles left ? 17]

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 11:25 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Everything gave a shift past her peripheral, swiftly moving by as she attempted to close the distance between them enough to launch her attack at him. The apathetic expression barely acknowledged the fact he was backing up in response to her approach but a faint lift of her light brows. Instantly something crashed and burned, fell apart into ruin and no longer was there any hint of a smile on her face nor friendship in her actions. It was a fault she had, not truly wanting to bring devastating wounds to the opponent, but even at the beginning of this battle he was running from her. Not many men had scampered away from a woman with a sword, and he even had a weapon to defend himself with. His choices were costly to whatever lay between them, but for all that it mattered, it was within her these emotions played out, none for him to know of.

Coward.

Shin had given himself away already, easing and calling a creature out of the portal he'd created with a swing of his scythe. Though the sprite wasn't something she was wholly concerned with at the moment, she knew it was of importance and needed to be dealt with. When he called one thing, it was unlikely he would leave it at that. It was the curse of the summoner, his existence, to continuously bring out beings to fight for him. So far he was proving to be predictable, but she would give that time to change.

Though her actions brought her closer to the portal, her mind was already forming the maneuvers practice and time had given her as a gift. Her style between her last battle and this one had taken a great change; mind working unconsciously to form perimeters around things she found a potential threat. Considering something she knew would be dangerous had already come forth from it, the portal was enveloped within an invisible circle, one that matched hers in size proportionately and the other two on the battle field. Shin's was slightly more complex considering he was the only other one who actually held a weapon, not that he looked likely to actually use the thing, but the creature at his side was the fourth. In an odd way her attention had been split between everything around her, but this form of fighting had come as something she naturally did anymore, not something which took away any of her concentration. [Blade Dancer's Avatar]

It was this style that helped her when something moved in the portal she was coming up to, her steps slowing down considerably from the attack she'd never really gotten to lay to Shin. He'd run away to escape it, which was fine with her. Instead the motion of her sword was already changing from blunt damage to slicing, the always sharpened edge of her katana switched for the former with a simple twist of her wrist. The miniscule clouds of dirt rising like the sky above fell less frequently, her boots leaving their marks closer to one another. What an odd path would be left here in the history of this, her footsteps leading towards the city, but this great scuffle of people would only bring questions. Perhaps murder or foul play, a light spar or a hunt; whichever it was, two paths had joined together here at this point, but there was no telling how many would leave it.

Though she'd slowed, her advance to the portal had cost her timing, which she was forced to take up with her natural speed instead, and deal with the fact that some time she couldn?t. Some was already gone, and no quick of foot was going to fix that. Nothing truly registered of the nature of the creature, nor any physical description of it besides the size she caught on first glance. Blade coming down in a diagonal angle from her right to her left then, she swung at the beast with a mix of offensive and defensive maneuvers. It would be forced to dodge her blade to make it out without being sliced, but it was an attempt to defend herself from the claws the sun had cast its glance to more than once already. How they reminded her of the tournament and Rygen?s own claws. She still wore the faint scars from that, but she?d gotten him back with the tip of his ear claimed. Somehow she?d come to win in that battle, and she could only hope the same lasted true with this array of monsters and the coward.

Her speed picked back up once she was sure she wasn?t going to trip over the animal, body turned to keep it fixed in her peripheral now, and she was already side stepping to her left to shift herself hopefully around it and the portal it'd manifested itself from. A display of grace and skill, keeping herself upright as she shifted her eyes back to Shin after a brief glimpse at the roggle. Hair lifted in the turning and swift actions of her body, the blonde locks were drawn back over her shoulders by the air she glided through, the current even drawing those lengthy bangs from her vision. Attention swaying with the shift of one danger to the next, her blade was swept back across her to remain at her right side as she ran at the summoner once more, seeking to close the distance he?d created. There were still four circles, four things to worry about in her mind. Wary of the fact he could pull more things from the portal, she was glad she?d taken the steps to keep it more off to her side now than behind her. For now all she had to worry about was that creature she?d gone around, and attacking Shin.

Since it wasn?t him actually doing the work in attacking her, it was only logical to suspect he?d been watching her and the roggle during their minimal time with one another and would surely see her coming at him again. Aimed to hit him or move him back once more, it was her sheathe which rose somewhat, swinging right and then back left through the air with a high pitched whistle around his knees. Muscles tightened beneath her clothes, her swings powerful in the fact she wasn?t trying to keep him alive anymore, though she knew Aranmaru would likely have her hide if she came back to camp to say they had one less clan member; maybe it?d be Shin to come forward to him and tell him such news, neither knew at this point.
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The cycle of life had always been moved by men; their views of the world and how forceful they try to strike others like lightning with such views. Pertaining to such, the world had always been govern by such men whose ability to convince others of how they look at the world were as great as they had become. Each and every person is unique in ways that they were created by the divine. Such uniqueness spire roots to grow; agreements and conflicts, peace and wars, love and hate, life and death. With such, not always do we see the way others see us, and not always do they see the way how we see them. Even so, our ability to adapt had bloomed to extents that we are able to grow even with such conflicts and survive even with only a string of life attached. Some believe this was one thing that kept people fighting, kept them going; what kept us all fighting, what kept us all going forward. Yet still, in the daybreak of time, this had remained a mystery as to why.


The readiness of his heart to pump such blood that it was almost deafening - its loud beat - was one proof that he was excited. Even as it was, he could feel his fingers twitch every now and then as he was barely even able to control himself... barely. His calm, cool face still remained and despite what he was feeling inside, his outer appearance did not show it. Also, as expected from a fellow clan mate - respected even and feared - she was battle-expertise and also showed such quality.

A keen observance to the battlefield, which was in each and every great fighter, was one skill that she possessed - and this only made her a more dangerous foe. Even with such surprise, she was able to defend herself readily and even countered the strike of the roggle in front of her. If it wasn't for his master's guidance, the roggle wouldn?t be able to see the incoming strike and move its fast feet forward, going underneath the woman, to evade the blade with the attack made, it would have been dead or heavily damaged by now. Managing only a sliced hair just at the back of its short tail, it stopped on its tracks and ran back towards the woman that just escaped its clutches.

Not everyone was as gifted as these two. Plans, tactics, strategies - to formulate such things at a given amount of pressured time were already hard enough to do, plus the actual act. Yet, these two warriors seemed untouched by these factors of war; garnering ideas, thoughts, insights while maintaining a steady, untouchable focus of actions and emotions. No one really dared question how such things were made, as such, no one really answered to such questions. Sutera - the apathetic look, the shifting of arms and the recoiling of muscles while fingers slid, all - took place as she dashed her way across the thin air and hard soil of the autumn plains while her long harnessed experience and greatly trained skill guided her way through and through. Of course, Shin, just as the same of a warrior as she was, was not one to just wait numbly as a sweeping blade headed towards him, ready to strike and kill at a given time by its wielder. But as such, he waited unmoved for her to arrive - like the ancient crocodile of legends, opening its mouth while it waited for the unsuspecting bird to land home until the fine moment comes when he shuts his mouth close, killing the bird and feeding himself to the flesh of the prey. Closer, closer, and closer, she moved with such grace. Then, she arrived.

A whistle of death, or was it merely just aimed for pain, for a moment ran through his ears as she raised her sheathe and moved her arms and attempted the supposed first actual contact between the two. Of course, Shin had already moved himself back out of such dangerous position in the nick of time. Bending his legs for a moment then pushing himself backward in a low, seemingly shifted jump, giving him another fair distance [Dodging]. Such time, such place, such event wasn't something that actually happened every day; as such, things had just started and more was, as expected, to come. While bending his left arm and tightening his grip on the scythe that he transferred before she reached him, the summoner readied for the counter. It all happened in a very small interval that only a few, if there were actually anyone out there with such ability, would notice its small flaw. But to most, it was one fluid dodge and counter maneuver as he released his muscles in his arms and his scythe moved forward in a slanting position in front of him, against her next strike, hitting the sheathe and pushing it back while at the same time using the length of his scythe and his ability to dodge to actually gain another fair distance away from the thought of her actually blade moving in for the open kill with quick backward steps [Scythe Mastery][Dodging].

As the blade moved, ripples formed in the air, like water being cut by a passing boat, and a rip was created inside of Darkness Incarnate, opening a gate from one world to another.

Although facing in front and the blade were extended towards her head, the actual strike was not meant to kill her, more over, to hit her. It would all be too simple and an assurance of skill gave him doubts to even try it. He also was still expecting more of the battle. Alas, his plan of a rat trap was still to be initiated. As the clang of metal against metal rang through the air, a roggle from beneath the ground jumped underneath her, just a foot or two behind her, and attempted to strike the back of her legs with its long sharp claws; fast, silent and unsuspecting. A well planned strike from the beginning - from the moment he made his first portal with his first roggle as a test of skill, to the creation of his second portal when he slammed the other end of his scythe to the ground, and even with the parry and the opening of the third gate which he used as a part distraction, a part tactical movement of pieces - all according to a trap designed not to fail. He had read her movements and he was going to defeat her.

[Roggle]

The north wind blew across the plains and for a moment, all was silent.

[Sprytus (1) - 0ss; 0x left]
[Roggle (2) - 6ss; 2x left]
[Spirit Shackles left ? 14]

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