"There is a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand."
-Ser Jorah Mormont, to Daenarys "Stormborn" Targaryen, the Queen of Slavers Bay.
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Jon's heart pounded from within his chest as he sized his opponent down, plain-brown eyes observing the Exorcist like a hawk as he suspensefully drew his weapon into the open. Snow felt a tinge of comfort and confidence in knowing that he was facing a fellow swordsman, but the bastard had been in the Omniverse for long enough now; long enough to know to never trust anything at first glance, for not everything was as it appeared in this godless, unorthodox realm. Jon's own hand sunk down to the pommel of his Valyrian sword, Longclaw, gloved digits curling around the fine woodwork of the hilt. His hand stayed, and it did not flinch, but he made no movement to pull his sword from it's sheath. Not
yet.
"You don't have to do this..." the bastard reminded Kanda, his shoulders stiffening as he spoke. His curly-black locks were thrown and tousled about with the harsh winds that thrashed against them both, made even worse by their elevated position. The long, black cloak trailing down from his back was equally being blown about by the force of the element, raised upward and levitating from the stone ground beneath him.
"This is a ruse. A trick. Whoever, or whatever brought us here, they want us to kill each other!" Jon called across to the Exorcist, desperate eyes staring into Kanda's stormy, determined glare. Snow made no claim to be the smartest man alive, but he knew a farce when he saw one. He knew this wouldn't bring his brothers back, or Ygritte... a heavy sigh escaped the bastards lips. He longed for each and every one of them, in truth.He waned for Bran's innocence, for Rickon's youthful unruliness. He wanted to spar with his brother Robb again, falling and laughing in the snow. He grieved for Ygritte's embrace, for the two of them to be back in the cave they loved so much.
He loved them all, and he would die for any one of them if it could bring them back, he confessed that much. But he wouldn't kill for them. Not now, not after he had taken so many lives already in Dante's Abyss. The bastard grit his teeth; he was done with Omni's trials. Done with Karl Jak, with Judge Dredd, with Arnold Hammond, with all of them.
Clearly, the slender-built man across from him was not seeing his reason, his sense. It was evident to Jon that this man was promised something by the voice, just like him. The return of a relative from the grave, or a lover, just as Jon himself was offered? Or something else? Snow couldn't rightfully tell.
"This is no trick - I have to do this!" Kanda growled. A wilful look crossed the Exorcist's face as he ran two fingertips across the flat edge of his katana, going in a horizontal direction. He murmured four words as he went;
"Mugen Unsheathe, Innocent Activate!"
A mysterious power and energy sprung from the tips of his fingers, the steel of the katana lighting up a luminescent blue. Jon's facial expression shifted, not to one of shock and surprise, a dark, stormy glare. He'd seen so much within this peculiar realm, and bested so many creatures and beings miles beyond his league. This was honestly close enough to normality as normality could get. Gripping tighter at Longclaw's pommel, he drew the sword from his belt with a nasty
schling.
Jon had scarcely any time to prepare him as Yu came charging for him, magical katana raised and ready. The bastard deftly brought his sword up to parry the katane as Kanda swung it forth, a harsh
CHING resonating the atmosphere around them as their two weapons clashed. Bringing his sword backward, Jon swiftly strafed backward as Kanda swung for him again, the glowing blade's tip missing Snow's chest by an inch. With a bit more space now between them, Jon assumed a proper defensive stance. Both gloved hands gripping tightly at Longclaw's hilt, knees slightly bent and the tip of his sword pointing to the cloudy skys above.
Kanda came charging for him again, and Jon gritted his teeth.
CHING, CHING, CHING. The sounds started again, a cacophony of clashing swords. Every moment Kanda advanced on him, Jon masterfully struck forth, and knocked the katana away with his own Valyrian sword. A tiny bead of sweat ran down to Jon's brow; his foe was putting up a fight, and Jon was only being pushed backward. The bastard could defend himself efficiently, but Kanda was leaving no opening, no flaw in his attacks for Jon to suddenly flip the tables and strike.
Finally, their swords caught one another. Valyrian steel and mystical katana locked in union, the two men pushed against one another, trying to muster all their might. Fire lingered in the eyes of both Kanda and Jon. An unearthly screech sounded from afar, echoing all around them. Something was coming to claim the lives of the both of them, and it was coming sooner rather than later.
For a second, Jon's willpower broke, and this was all that Kanda needed; he shoved his opponent backward, Jon stumbling across the hard stone floor. He only barely kept himself on his feet, focus returning to him as he re-assumed his prior stance.
The Exorcist watched the Lord Commander for some time; observed him like one would observe an insect. It was almost as if he waiting for his foe to do something, to come forward. Yet Jon stood his ground, blade held forward in a defensive manner. "Tsh" Yu mumbled, tones laced with disappointment. Bringing his katana up once more, he charged force, ready to engage the Commander of the Nights Watch yet again...
Jon Snow took a deep breath inward. He
saw the opening he needed, at last.
Snow valiantly lurched forward as Kanda came rushing for him, his katana raised high, ready to strike for his upper-body. Jon ran for him, Longclaw held as if prepare to fend off the incoming blow defensively. In the last moment, however, the bastard feinted. Quickly crouching down low, blade twirling in his hands, the bastard swung his sword horizontally rightward. The tip of his sword scathing Yu's abdomen.
The Exorcist howled with surprise as steel made contact with flesh, re-adjusting the shimmering katana in has hands. Sending the blade for a vertical chop at Jon's head. The bastard skilfully brought his blade back up to block this forthcoming manoeuvre, however, locking their swords in union once more.
Jon slowly stood from his crouching position, applying all his force as he went to lower Yu's katana to the ground. Before Yu could even react, Jon's left hand slipped from the hilt of his blade, balling up into a fist. He suddenly swung for Yu's face, hooking the Exorcist right in the nose.
Kanda stumbled backward in reaction, their union of swords broken. Jon himself took a few steps back of his own, still watching his foe all the while. He may have just gotten the upper hand, but Kanda was still be deadly, and fast. Letting his guard down, even for a second, would only spell undoing.
Jon suddenly gripped at the leather scabbard clipped to his belt, quickly sliding his sword back into it. Reaching backward, he took his longbow in hand, plucking an arrow from the quiver and knocking it between the strings. He pulled backward, aim training upon Kanda. The tension of uncertainty suddenly filled the air once more as the two fighters glared at one another, hard winds picking up around them.
Quaky breaths escaped Jon as he regained his vigour.
There's no being diplomatic about this, now... the bastard concluded in his mind.