05-31-2015, 08:05 AM
It was everything Dr. McNinja could do to dodge all of the axes flying towards him. He saw at least three whiz by four inches from his face, and he had to get into three different full splits in mid-air and still got cuts all over his legs. Spinning and twirling in the air, he unsheathed his katana and deflected several of the axes flying towards him. He wriggled his body so that he would fall in swinging range of the gang leader. Once he got into range, still falling, he slashed at the orc.
CLANG
Dr. McNinja flipped backwards and readied his sword. The orc had pulled clearly his main axe from his loincloth. It was… well, humongous. It had blades like hardened charcoal, and azure gems that studded the handle. The edges of the blades were sharpened too many times over the years, but the sheer mass of it would probably make the sharpness of the blades rather unimportant. The orc grinned as he brandished this monster.
“Shall we dance, monsieur? * “
Dr. McNinja gripped his katana tighter and scowled.
”I don’t know how to dance,” he replied.
The orc snarled and charged forward, deftly swinging the axe, despite the enormity of it. Doc bent backwards, Matrix style, and saw the formidable blades flash before him. He swung his arms to pull himself up with momentum, but the movement hadn’t given him enough force to be ready to strike back. As a result, the orc was able to swing the axe again in the opposite direction. Doc barely guarded himself with his katana, and flew backwards from the force of the axe.
Tumbling over his head, Doc managed to regain his footing on the forest floor. Still, the force of the blow forced him to kneel to catch his breath. He prepared himself to engage again when, to his horror, he saw his katana stuck in the ground several feet in front of him.
“Very good parade * , monsieur[i] ** ,” the orc chuckled, “But now you have lost your [i]epeé. *** ”
McNinja stayed on his knees, creating a quick plan for survival. He still had one flashbang in his pocket. Maybe…
He smirked. "Who said I needed it?”
“Against my camarades? * " the orc growled, “Surely you will.”
The other orcs were now growling. Several of them had their bows prepared; deadly arrow tips gleamed in Doc’s eyes. More still lifted their own axes, snarling and drooling over each other.
”Okay,” Doc admitted, ”You’re probably right about that. I hope you don’t mind if I get it?”
“But monsieur, * how will you possibly retrieve-"
McNinja grinned, then pulled the trigger on his flashbang. He held onto it, then punched the orc in the face with it as hard as he could.
“Sacrebleu! * ” the orc shouted, “Get hi-!”
BANG
McNinja collapsed onto his hands and knees, doing his best to stay up. His stomach felt like it was boiling, and he sealed his mouth in case his innards decided they no longer wanted to keep the food in his belly.
Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight...
He managed to struggle to his feet, clenching his fists so hard the nails were making them bleed. Thankfully, the flashbang was having a similar effect on the other orcs.
Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three...
McNinja lunged as hard as he could away from the leader, who was moaning softly in pain. After he got out of range, he took a moment to regain his balance and for his headache to subside a bit.
Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen…
Doc crawled over to his katana and wrenched it from the soil. Still disoriented, he rolled on his back, barely landing on his feet.
Fourteen, thirteen, twelve…
He hoisted himself onto his feet, leaning his weight on a tree branch. He felt it break, but by now, he was able to stand up straight. Doc weighed the katana in his hands to make sure it was ready for the massacre about to happen.
Nine, eight, seven…
Now or never. Dr. McNinja stumbled forward, and watched his vision reassemble together. He prepared his katana to charge forward, and then…
Three.
He sprinted forward, using the training of his childhood to channel all of his power into his feet, moving supernaturally fast.
Two.
Doc gripped his handle more tightly. This was going to be awesome.
O-
It was instantaneous. Seven orcs collapsed onto the ground, a flash of black and white behind them, blood streaming from their necks.
n-
Three more, then two more, then one more orc collapsed onto the ground, after having barely processed the death of their comrades. The flash of black and white was now cutting down two more, and was gradually slowing down.
e.
The orc leader tore the flashbang off his face and snarled. Immediately after, he let out a small whimper. His entire gang was bleeding on the ground, choking for breath. He looked down. Hopefully, the ninja hadn’t taken out his axe. No, the axe was still in his hands. His armor was a little damaged, however, from the tip of the sword sticking out of his chest.
The leader turned around, having realized what had happened. He found himself looking eye-to-eye with the masked devil.
“But monsieur * - How-“
Dr. McNinja smirked and raised his foot, resting it on the repulsive belly of the orc leader. He opened his mouth, and said one simple word.
”Base.”
Doc kicked the orc over. The orc collapsed onto the ground, blood pouring like a fountain from his wound. There was something rainbow-y shimmering from it. Doc pulled his katana from the stomach and cleaned it on a nearby tree trunk, then sheathed it. He observed the shimmer more closely. Omnilium. He stuck his hand out, and the Omnilium infused into his arm. He felt that familiar surge of power again.
“So,” a voice droned from behind, “Another Prime.”
Doc whirled around. He thought he had heard Dr. Gears. Instead, what he found was a short, chibi man with blue hair and a monocle. Doc wasn’t entirely sure how his presence made sense in any universe, but there he was.
”What’s it to you?” Doc replied.
“To be completely honest, I am in desperate need of your help.”
Dr. McNinja stood up and rubbed his shoulder, which must’ve been bruised in the fight. ”Um, I’m flattered, but I don’t think you’ll want my help. I’m still new around here-“
“After what you did to the French orcs?” the man scoffed, “You’ll be just fine.”
Doc scowled. ”Alright, let me be frank. I don’t know if I can trust you. I don’t know what you want with me, or if you have a vendetta against Primes, or what. I don’t even know your name.”
“My name is Neinheart,” the man replied, “And you don’t have to trust me. Not yet. Not until you meet the Cygnus Knights.”
”The what knights?”
Neinheart turned his body slightly, beckoning McNinja to follow him. Doc frowned, then cracked his knuckles.
”Can you keep me safe from…” Doc paused. ”Someone’s following me. Someone powerful. Can you guarantee protective custody?”
“Doctor, and I’m assuming you are a real doctor, (unlike a certain alien we once happened upon), I am begging you to assist me.”
”This is begging?” Doc thought.
“Do you really think I will be able to promise such a thing?”
Doc thought for a moment. Neinheart was… frank, at least. He missed that in people.
“What I can promise is the service of our Cygnus Knights in your defense. We are not a laughable ally, Doctor. We can be formidable. We defend our whole world, where we come from. But what we face now is beyond our abilities. We need Primes like you, Doctor…?”
Neinheart then stuck out his hand. Dr. McNinja glared at him suspiciously, then tentatively held Neinheart’s.
“McNinja,” he replied, “Dr. McNinja.”
Neinheart smile. It was a smile that you knew was a good one, a benevolent one, one that you could trust, but at the same time, one that you couldn’t possibly trust at all. It was the smile of an angel that had lived under demons.
“Let me introduce you to the Knights."
CLANG
Dr. McNinja flipped backwards and readied his sword. The orc had pulled clearly his main axe from his loincloth. It was… well, humongous. It had blades like hardened charcoal, and azure gems that studded the handle. The edges of the blades were sharpened too many times over the years, but the sheer mass of it would probably make the sharpness of the blades rather unimportant. The orc grinned as he brandished this monster.
“Shall we dance, monsieur? * “
Quote:* sir?
Dr. McNinja gripped his katana tighter and scowled.
”I don’t know how to dance,” he replied.
The orc snarled and charged forward, deftly swinging the axe, despite the enormity of it. Doc bent backwards, Matrix style, and saw the formidable blades flash before him. He swung his arms to pull himself up with momentum, but the movement hadn’t given him enough force to be ready to strike back. As a result, the orc was able to swing the axe again in the opposite direction. Doc barely guarded himself with his katana, and flew backwards from the force of the axe.
Tumbling over his head, Doc managed to regain his footing on the forest floor. Still, the force of the blow forced him to kneel to catch his breath. He prepared himself to engage again when, to his horror, he saw his katana stuck in the ground several feet in front of him.
“Very good parade * , monsieur[i] ** ,” the orc chuckled, “But now you have lost your [i]epeé. *** ”
Quote:* parry.
** sir.
*** sword.
McNinja stayed on his knees, creating a quick plan for survival. He still had one flashbang in his pocket. Maybe…
He smirked. "Who said I needed it?”
“Against my camarades? * " the orc growled, “Surely you will.”
Quote:* comrades.
The other orcs were now growling. Several of them had their bows prepared; deadly arrow tips gleamed in Doc’s eyes. More still lifted their own axes, snarling and drooling over each other.
”Okay,” Doc admitted, ”You’re probably right about that. I hope you don’t mind if I get it?”
“But monsieur, * how will you possibly retrieve-"
Quote:* sir
McNinja grinned, then pulled the trigger on his flashbang. He held onto it, then punched the orc in the face with it as hard as he could.
“Sacrebleu! * ” the orc shouted, “Get hi-!”
Quote:* Oh gosh darn.
BANG
McNinja collapsed onto his hands and knees, doing his best to stay up. His stomach felt like it was boiling, and he sealed his mouth in case his innards decided they no longer wanted to keep the food in his belly.
Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight...
He managed to struggle to his feet, clenching his fists so hard the nails were making them bleed. Thankfully, the flashbang was having a similar effect on the other orcs.
Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three...
McNinja lunged as hard as he could away from the leader, who was moaning softly in pain. After he got out of range, he took a moment to regain his balance and for his headache to subside a bit.
Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen…
Doc crawled over to his katana and wrenched it from the soil. Still disoriented, he rolled on his back, barely landing on his feet.
Fourteen, thirteen, twelve…
He hoisted himself onto his feet, leaning his weight on a tree branch. He felt it break, but by now, he was able to stand up straight. Doc weighed the katana in his hands to make sure it was ready for the massacre about to happen.
Nine, eight, seven…
Now or never. Dr. McNinja stumbled forward, and watched his vision reassemble together. He prepared his katana to charge forward, and then…
Three.
He sprinted forward, using the training of his childhood to channel all of his power into his feet, moving supernaturally fast.
Two.
Doc gripped his handle more tightly. This was going to be awesome.
O-
It was instantaneous. Seven orcs collapsed onto the ground, a flash of black and white behind them, blood streaming from their necks.
n-
Three more, then two more, then one more orc collapsed onto the ground, after having barely processed the death of their comrades. The flash of black and white was now cutting down two more, and was gradually slowing down.
e.
The orc leader tore the flashbang off his face and snarled. Immediately after, he let out a small whimper. His entire gang was bleeding on the ground, choking for breath. He looked down. Hopefully, the ninja hadn’t taken out his axe. No, the axe was still in his hands. His armor was a little damaged, however, from the tip of the sword sticking out of his chest.
The leader turned around, having realized what had happened. He found himself looking eye-to-eye with the masked devil.
“But monsieur * - How-“
Quote:* sir.
Dr. McNinja smirked and raised his foot, resting it on the repulsive belly of the orc leader. He opened his mouth, and said one simple word.
”Base.”
Doc kicked the orc over. The orc collapsed onto the ground, blood pouring like a fountain from his wound. There was something rainbow-y shimmering from it. Doc pulled his katana from the stomach and cleaned it on a nearby tree trunk, then sheathed it. He observed the shimmer more closely. Omnilium. He stuck his hand out, and the Omnilium infused into his arm. He felt that familiar surge of power again.
“So,” a voice droned from behind, “Another Prime.”
Doc whirled around. He thought he had heard Dr. Gears. Instead, what he found was a short, chibi man with blue hair and a monocle. Doc wasn’t entirely sure how his presence made sense in any universe, but there he was.
”What’s it to you?” Doc replied.
“To be completely honest, I am in desperate need of your help.”
Dr. McNinja stood up and rubbed his shoulder, which must’ve been bruised in the fight. ”Um, I’m flattered, but I don’t think you’ll want my help. I’m still new around here-“
“After what you did to the French orcs?” the man scoffed, “You’ll be just fine.”
Doc scowled. ”Alright, let me be frank. I don’t know if I can trust you. I don’t know what you want with me, or if you have a vendetta against Primes, or what. I don’t even know your name.”
“My name is Neinheart,” the man replied, “And you don’t have to trust me. Not yet. Not until you meet the Cygnus Knights.”
”The what knights?”
Neinheart turned his body slightly, beckoning McNinja to follow him. Doc frowned, then cracked his knuckles.
”Can you keep me safe from…” Doc paused. ”Someone’s following me. Someone powerful. Can you guarantee protective custody?”
“Doctor, and I’m assuming you are a real doctor, (unlike a certain alien we once happened upon), I am begging you to assist me.”
”This is begging?” Doc thought.
“Do you really think I will be able to promise such a thing?”
Doc thought for a moment. Neinheart was… frank, at least. He missed that in people.
“What I can promise is the service of our Cygnus Knights in your defense. We are not a laughable ally, Doctor. We can be formidable. We defend our whole world, where we come from. But what we face now is beyond our abilities. We need Primes like you, Doctor…?”
Neinheart then stuck out his hand. Dr. McNinja glared at him suspiciously, then tentatively held Neinheart’s.
“McNinja,” he replied, “Dr. McNinja.”
Neinheart smile. It was a smile that you knew was a good one, a benevolent one, one that you could trust, but at the same time, one that you couldn’t possibly trust at all. It was the smile of an angel that had lived under demons.
“Let me introduce you to the Knights."
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