Knight Shade - The Twilight Saga
By Strider
Prologue
"That which does not kill us, makes us stronger."
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(The world of adults burned away. The Virus was the wind to the flames. From their ashes came a world like a phoenix from Hell, where the only means of survival were to join tribes and to look after Number 1. There are those who believe in this Dream, those who use chaos to gain power, and those who simply cared no more.
SHE was one of those people who simply had no more cares in the world. Life and death, the same.)
The war club was met with the powerful steel of a double-edged sword wielded by the female warrior. The Demon Dog thrust his arms forward, pushing against the warrioress with all his manpower. The young woman didn't even look like she was budging nor phased by the brute strength of her adversary.
(Like the world of tribes, she from the ashes of the old world. Her past destroyed by the flames of oblivion. She never really had much of anything left, except for the sword that rested tightly in her womanly but strong hands. It was all that she could trust in this world.)
The swordswoman moved with the grace of a deer and stroke with the strength of a lion with her sword countless times. The Demon Dog was starting to have trouble defending himself. The war club would not hold much longer as he start to feel the center of the wood grow weak. A few more hacks and she would disarm him. He tried side-stepping, looking for just an opening and to strike at the right moment. None came. She was perfectly well guarded. It was like she could see what he would do before the Demon Dog could even perform it.
( They say she was trained by one of the great warriors of Tribeworld. Strider, a master swordsman who lived in the mountains of Mountain Fuji, until his untimely and mysterious death.)
Her skills were part Eastern and Western combined. Fencing with Samurai, Kendo with Tai-Chi. She was a warrior goddess at that moment. The Demon Dog started to become petrified that he was fighting a losing battle against a demon. But she was very much human. Only she knew that though. The Demon Dog was quick enough to duck from the tip of her sword from having his throat slashed open. He swiped his weakening war club at her legs, but the swordswoman leaped in the air and twisted over his head, landing right behind him. Her sword edged at the side of his neck made him freeze in terror. This was the end it seemed.
(She believed she had no fate. No worth in this world except to just go on as a warrior without anyone to care about her. Oh, how so she wrong. For everything is connected to our world. Fate binds us all together.)
"P-please, M-Miss! Don't k-kill me!" the Demon Dog begged, falling to his knees.
The victorious swordswoman shook her head disgustedly. "You challenge me to a duel to the death, and now that you have lost you refuse a warrior's death from your own challenge?"
"Please! I-I don't want to die!" the Demon Dog cried.
"Worthless pig." she spat and pushed his away with her foot. "Go, and tell all who defeated you. Tell them, the Knight Shade sends her regards."
(Knight Shade, the most dangerous female warrior among the Tribeworld.)
By Strider
Prologue
"That which does not kill us, makes us stronger."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
(The world of adults burned away. The Virus was the wind to the flames. From their ashes came a world like a phoenix from Hell, where the only means of survival were to join tribes and to look after Number 1. There are those who believe in this Dream, those who use chaos to gain power, and those who simply cared no more.
SHE was one of those people who simply had no more cares in the world. Life and death, the same.)
The war club was met with the powerful steel of a double-edged sword wielded by the female warrior. The Demon Dog thrust his arms forward, pushing against the warrioress with all his manpower. The young woman didn't even look like she was budging nor phased by the brute strength of her adversary.
(Like the world of tribes, she from the ashes of the old world. Her past destroyed by the flames of oblivion. She never really had much of anything left, except for the sword that rested tightly in her womanly but strong hands. It was all that she could trust in this world.)
The swordswoman moved with the grace of a deer and stroke with the strength of a lion with her sword countless times. The Demon Dog was starting to have trouble defending himself. The war club would not hold much longer as he start to feel the center of the wood grow weak. A few more hacks and she would disarm him. He tried side-stepping, looking for just an opening and to strike at the right moment. None came. She was perfectly well guarded. It was like she could see what he would do before the Demon Dog could even perform it.
( They say she was trained by one of the great warriors of Tribeworld. Strider, a master swordsman who lived in the mountains of Mountain Fuji, until his untimely and mysterious death.)
Her skills were part Eastern and Western combined. Fencing with Samurai, Kendo with Tai-Chi. She was a warrior goddess at that moment. The Demon Dog started to become petrified that he was fighting a losing battle against a demon. But she was very much human. Only she knew that though. The Demon Dog was quick enough to duck from the tip of her sword from having his throat slashed open. He swiped his weakening war club at her legs, but the swordswoman leaped in the air and twisted over his head, landing right behind him. Her sword edged at the side of his neck made him freeze in terror. This was the end it seemed.
(She believed she had no fate. No worth in this world except to just go on as a warrior without anyone to care about her. Oh, how so she wrong. For everything is connected to our world. Fate binds us all together.)
"P-please, M-Miss! Don't k-kill me!" the Demon Dog begged, falling to his knees.
The victorious swordswoman shook her head disgustedly. "You challenge me to a duel to the death, and now that you have lost you refuse a warrior's death from your own challenge?"
"Please! I-I don't want to die!" the Demon Dog cried.
"Worthless pig." she spat and pushed his away with her foot. "Go, and tell all who defeated you. Tell them, the Knight Shade sends her regards."
(Knight Shade, the most dangerous female warrior among the Tribeworld.)