06-07-2017, 04:51 PM
Takezo scowled as light returned to the world. It was so bright it almost hurt his eyes. The words of Omni still ringing in his ear did not let the look if displeasure linger long. This was a new world, after all. Not only that, but he was immortal – so long as this Omni fellow saw fit.
When his eyes finally dilated enough for him to see, the immediate thing he noticed was a trio of men rushing towards him. With eyes like a true warrior, he quickly defined each of them. The tall, slender one carried himself with a limp. His right leg was injured or lame. The tall yet portly man was lagging behind, obviously slower than the other two. He did not wear the armor the others did, leaving him exposed from every angle. The third was a broad shouldered man bearing the look of a bear’s strength. He would be the toughest, as there was no outward sign of weakness, and his armor was full bodied.
His left hand fell to his scabbard; thumb pushing the hilt an inch free as a sign of defensiveness. “I would stop right there, if I were you…” Tall and Portly stopped, almost too happy to catch his breath. Lanky slowed, but was only the second to come to a stop. Broad-man continued on, slowing now that it appeared Takezo was standing his ground instead of running. “That makes this easy…”
“Yo, Ban, we’re not supposed to eng—“ Tall and Portly tried to interject, but it was too late. The one known as Ban had come into Takezo’s threat range. Just before, he had revealed two metal tonfa; slender bars with handles from the sides. They were already moving in to strike when Takezo unleashed his katana and struck in a single, fluid action.
“B… Ban?” Lanky’s face paled as the muscular man stopped in his tracks. Ban was physically strong and rather durable, but he was unskilled. Brute strength with little skill or even speed, was his downfall. Ban fell backwards, his face bloodied, his weapons dropped.
For a moment, shock brought only rasps, then the one called Bon finally found his voice. It came as a blood curdling scream. Takezo placed a foot on the man’s chest, right before he slashed across the softness of his throat. “If you intend to kill me… I will kill you first.” He stares with cold eyes at the soon-to-be corpse.
When his gaze rose to Portly and Lanky, they froze in terror. Retracting his sandal from Ban, he walks towards the pair. A flick, and the blood from his sword stains the white of the Nexus floor. Lanky was the closest, and the first to remember how to use his legs. He turned to run, but before he could, Takezo makes a dash and slashes at the man’s weak ankle.
Lanky’s shoulders were on the ground before his severed foot returned to the blood stained Nexus floor. Seeing Lanky fall, Portly drew his weapon; a mighty looking club with plated metal around the head. Portly screamed as he ran in, slow and clumbsily. “Get away! No! Joric!” Lanky tried to warn him, but it did no good.
The next few seconds were ones to remember. With superior skill and speed, Takezo moved out of the way of the portly man’s powerful strike. He stood over Lanky, glaring at the one known as Joric. Takezo’s shirt was stained with the blood of his fallen comrade, and it fueled the portly man’s kindled rage. With a two handed blow, Joric attempted to strike down at Takezo, who simply fell backwards to evade.
“JOR—“ Crunch. An instant wave of horror filled the portly man’s face as Lanky’s head caved in. Crushed beneath the mighty metal plated beatstick and the unforgiving floor, Lanky’s body twitched only once and then nothing.
Takezo rolled almost casually off of the corpse and rose to his feet. The portly man, Joric’s, face was frozen with a combination of rage, horror and fear. Takezo had no idea what they were aimed to do, but he guaranteed this was not how it was supposed to go down. With a straight kick to the portly man’s gut, he fell backwards. The loose grip on his weapon let it drop to the ground, the head still buried in the skull of his dead ally.
Without hesitation, the swordsman placed his crimson-tainted sandal on Joric’s rotund gut. “If you want to live… you will answer my questions."
When his eyes finally dilated enough for him to see, the immediate thing he noticed was a trio of men rushing towards him. With eyes like a true warrior, he quickly defined each of them. The tall, slender one carried himself with a limp. His right leg was injured or lame. The tall yet portly man was lagging behind, obviously slower than the other two. He did not wear the armor the others did, leaving him exposed from every angle. The third was a broad shouldered man bearing the look of a bear’s strength. He would be the toughest, as there was no outward sign of weakness, and his armor was full bodied.
His left hand fell to his scabbard; thumb pushing the hilt an inch free as a sign of defensiveness. “I would stop right there, if I were you…” Tall and Portly stopped, almost too happy to catch his breath. Lanky slowed, but was only the second to come to a stop. Broad-man continued on, slowing now that it appeared Takezo was standing his ground instead of running. “That makes this easy…”
“Yo, Ban, we’re not supposed to eng—“ Tall and Portly tried to interject, but it was too late. The one known as Ban had come into Takezo’s threat range. Just before, he had revealed two metal tonfa; slender bars with handles from the sides. They were already moving in to strike when Takezo unleashed his katana and struck in a single, fluid action.
“B… Ban?” Lanky’s face paled as the muscular man stopped in his tracks. Ban was physically strong and rather durable, but he was unskilled. Brute strength with little skill or even speed, was his downfall. Ban fell backwards, his face bloodied, his weapons dropped.
For a moment, shock brought only rasps, then the one called Bon finally found his voice. It came as a blood curdling scream. Takezo placed a foot on the man’s chest, right before he slashed across the softness of his throat. “If you intend to kill me… I will kill you first.” He stares with cold eyes at the soon-to-be corpse.
When his gaze rose to Portly and Lanky, they froze in terror. Retracting his sandal from Ban, he walks towards the pair. A flick, and the blood from his sword stains the white of the Nexus floor. Lanky was the closest, and the first to remember how to use his legs. He turned to run, but before he could, Takezo makes a dash and slashes at the man’s weak ankle.
Lanky’s shoulders were on the ground before his severed foot returned to the blood stained Nexus floor. Seeing Lanky fall, Portly drew his weapon; a mighty looking club with plated metal around the head. Portly screamed as he ran in, slow and clumbsily. “Get away! No! Joric!” Lanky tried to warn him, but it did no good.
The next few seconds were ones to remember. With superior skill and speed, Takezo moved out of the way of the portly man’s powerful strike. He stood over Lanky, glaring at the one known as Joric. Takezo’s shirt was stained with the blood of his fallen comrade, and it fueled the portly man’s kindled rage. With a two handed blow, Joric attempted to strike down at Takezo, who simply fell backwards to evade.
“JOR—“ Crunch. An instant wave of horror filled the portly man’s face as Lanky’s head caved in. Crushed beneath the mighty metal plated beatstick and the unforgiving floor, Lanky’s body twitched only once and then nothing.
Takezo rolled almost casually off of the corpse and rose to his feet. The portly man, Joric’s, face was frozen with a combination of rage, horror and fear. Takezo had no idea what they were aimed to do, but he guaranteed this was not how it was supposed to go down. With a straight kick to the portly man’s gut, he fell backwards. The loose grip on his weapon let it drop to the ground, the head still buried in the skull of his dead ally.
Without hesitation, the swordsman placed his crimson-tainted sandal on Joric’s rotund gut. “If you want to live… you will answer my questions."