06-06-2018, 07:02 AM
“I was wondering when you would make an appearance.” the shinobi grinned with eyes that never left Deathchew. “Welcome to the show.”
Likewise fixated on the baron, the stoic swordsman remained silent, but arched an eyebrow in response.
“Allow me to catch you up to speed.” Sasuke offered as he extended Kusanagi to its length and aimed it at the cannibal king. “See Renji, you and I have a wager,” shinobi said as he dug his heels into the dirt, and exploded into a sprint towards the baron, “first one to down this piece of shit wins!”
The samurai said nothing, he simply mirrored the shinobi’s actions, and burst into a sprint all of his own. Without proper introduction, a conversation, or hell, even a smile from across the room, the two swordsmen were able to coordinate, complement, and astoundingly enough, find perfect synchronism.
Crisscrossing their routes, they flanked each other just before the culmination of their combined assault. Going low and going high, they converged on the tyrant at once, creating a beautiful symphony of lacerations.
Death by a thousand cuts, the samurai and shinobi melded together, in a way that the demon never could have, as though they were cut from the same cloth. The momentum was shifting, the baron was reeling, and the pair of primes were making a novice out of the cannibal king.
“ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Suddenly the baron erupted and an unforeseen force pushed outward in all directions, catching and lifting both Samurai and Shinobi from their feet. Sasuke flew helplessly several yards until his body banged, crashed, and skipped against the hard pyramid floor. Renji, on the other hand, seen it coming and caught himself. Katana in hand, the samurai surged forward to retaliate and clashed against Deathchew’s spiked mace, where they stood in gridlock.
With brute force, the cannibal king won the exchange, and shoved the swordsman back, initiating an assault of his own. Relentless, Deathchew closed the distance on Renji and slammed his mace into the samurai’s chest; multiple spikes dug through cloth and into flesh. The confident looks of superiority had all but vanished from the swordsman, as he was now forced on the defensive.
Blow after blow, Renji resisted Deathchew and his mace, but each thunderous exchange left the time-lost swordsman with less wear and tear. All of the samurai’s guile and clever sword play was for naught against such a tenacious might. Collisions with Deathchew left tremors in his wake and blocking did little to dull the pain.
So Renji dodged. Swift, nimble, and fluid, the samurai’s movements were but a series of elegantly executed evasions, allowing him solace, even in close quarters with the brute. Void of wasted energy, the samurai’s body was a reflection of his dedicated craft, narrowly avoiding blow after blow, and all the while managing to execute counter strikes.
Unfortunately, one missed step was all it took to send Renji tumbling to the floor, and for Deathchew gain the advantage. Clubbing the samurai over the head as he fell, Deathchew could see his eyes roll into the back of his head. Laughing while closing in on the samurai, the brute went in for a killing blow with his mace. However, as swordsman went down, Sasuke went up.
---
Somewhere, two swordsmen stood back to back. They are not friends, but they serve a common purpose. They are colleagues. The foe of an enemy is an ally to the cause, and the cause, above all, is paramount. It is inescapable. One swordsman pulls back the freedom of the other, for there is cause to champion.
---
Soaring over the samurai, the shinobi got the drop on the tyrant, and drove Kusanagui straight down through the cannibal’s shoulder, piercing armor, and tearing apart flesh.
“Baron Deathchew!” Sasuke exclaimed as he used a foot to kick off, and retrieved the wedged Kusanagi, “I, Sasuke Uchiha, Hand to the King in Nippur, have come to dispense unto you the king’s Justice!”
“I knew they'd come.” the cannibal’s words came sputtering in blood, “That's why I chose this place. Out of sight, out of mind.” Clenching the mace in his only hand, the cannibal flailed the medieval weapon at Sasuke, but Kuzuru had already returned to the fight, and intercepted the blow with his own weapon.
“Miss me sunshine?” the demon cooed then gave his prime companion a wink. Sasuke grinned.
“You’re finished.” the ninja scoffed. Pressing their assault, the pair of primes performed a furry of ‘figure eight’ style slashes, carving beautiful calligraphy into the baron’s skin.
“For the charges of crimes against the state, I denounce you and hereby strip you of all ranks and titles.” As the shinobi spoke he plunged Kusanagi deep into the baron’s abdomen and continued, “I sentence you to death, Quinn Bonepart!”
“I haven’t heard that name in a long time.” Coughing up blood, Deathchew looked defiantly into the shinobi’s eyes and said, “It was only a matter of time before they sent someone for me.” The mad king then broke out into a hysterical laughter, “If only Itachi had known they would send you.”
Startled, Sasuke dropped everything, “Itachi?!” but before the ninja could probe for answers, the cannibal retrieved a dagger from under his armor, gave a maniacal laugh, and slit his own throat.
“WHAT THE F*CK?!”
Likewise fixated on the baron, the stoic swordsman remained silent, but arched an eyebrow in response.
“Allow me to catch you up to speed.” Sasuke offered as he extended Kusanagi to its length and aimed it at the cannibal king. “See Renji, you and I have a wager,” shinobi said as he dug his heels into the dirt, and exploded into a sprint towards the baron, “first one to down this piece of shit wins!”
The samurai said nothing, he simply mirrored the shinobi’s actions, and burst into a sprint all of his own. Without proper introduction, a conversation, or hell, even a smile from across the room, the two swordsmen were able to coordinate, complement, and astoundingly enough, find perfect synchronism.
Crisscrossing their routes, they flanked each other just before the culmination of their combined assault. Going low and going high, they converged on the tyrant at once, creating a beautiful symphony of lacerations.
Death by a thousand cuts, the samurai and shinobi melded together, in a way that the demon never could have, as though they were cut from the same cloth. The momentum was shifting, the baron was reeling, and the pair of primes were making a novice out of the cannibal king.
“ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Suddenly the baron erupted and an unforeseen force pushed outward in all directions, catching and lifting both Samurai and Shinobi from their feet. Sasuke flew helplessly several yards until his body banged, crashed, and skipped against the hard pyramid floor. Renji, on the other hand, seen it coming and caught himself. Katana in hand, the samurai surged forward to retaliate and clashed against Deathchew’s spiked mace, where they stood in gridlock.
With brute force, the cannibal king won the exchange, and shoved the swordsman back, initiating an assault of his own. Relentless, Deathchew closed the distance on Renji and slammed his mace into the samurai’s chest; multiple spikes dug through cloth and into flesh. The confident looks of superiority had all but vanished from the swordsman, as he was now forced on the defensive.
Blow after blow, Renji resisted Deathchew and his mace, but each thunderous exchange left the time-lost swordsman with less wear and tear. All of the samurai’s guile and clever sword play was for naught against such a tenacious might. Collisions with Deathchew left tremors in his wake and blocking did little to dull the pain.
So Renji dodged. Swift, nimble, and fluid, the samurai’s movements were but a series of elegantly executed evasions, allowing him solace, even in close quarters with the brute. Void of wasted energy, the samurai’s body was a reflection of his dedicated craft, narrowly avoiding blow after blow, and all the while managing to execute counter strikes.
Unfortunately, one missed step was all it took to send Renji tumbling to the floor, and for Deathchew gain the advantage. Clubbing the samurai over the head as he fell, Deathchew could see his eyes roll into the back of his head. Laughing while closing in on the samurai, the brute went in for a killing blow with his mace. However, as swordsman went down, Sasuke went up.
---
Somewhere, two swordsmen stood back to back. They are not friends, but they serve a common purpose. They are colleagues. The foe of an enemy is an ally to the cause, and the cause, above all, is paramount. It is inescapable. One swordsman pulls back the freedom of the other, for there is cause to champion.
---
Soaring over the samurai, the shinobi got the drop on the tyrant, and drove Kusanagui straight down through the cannibal’s shoulder, piercing armor, and tearing apart flesh.
“Baron Deathchew!” Sasuke exclaimed as he used a foot to kick off, and retrieved the wedged Kusanagi, “I, Sasuke Uchiha, Hand to the King in Nippur, have come to dispense unto you the king’s Justice!”
“I knew they'd come.” the cannibal’s words came sputtering in blood, “That's why I chose this place. Out of sight, out of mind.” Clenching the mace in his only hand, the cannibal flailed the medieval weapon at Sasuke, but Kuzuru had already returned to the fight, and intercepted the blow with his own weapon.
“Miss me sunshine?” the demon cooed then gave his prime companion a wink. Sasuke grinned.
“You’re finished.” the ninja scoffed. Pressing their assault, the pair of primes performed a furry of ‘figure eight’ style slashes, carving beautiful calligraphy into the baron’s skin.
“For the charges of crimes against the state, I denounce you and hereby strip you of all ranks and titles.” As the shinobi spoke he plunged Kusanagi deep into the baron’s abdomen and continued, “I sentence you to death, Quinn Bonepart!”
“I haven’t heard that name in a long time.” Coughing up blood, Deathchew looked defiantly into the shinobi’s eyes and said, “It was only a matter of time before they sent someone for me.” The mad king then broke out into a hysterical laughter, “If only Itachi had known they would send you.”
Startled, Sasuke dropped everything, “Itachi?!” but before the ninja could probe for answers, the cannibal retrieved a dagger from under his armor, gave a maniacal laugh, and slit his own throat.
“WHAT THE F*CK?!”
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