A/N: This is my first Soul Calibur fic, even though it is a Soul Calibur/Tekken crossover. I hope you like it. I own neither Soul Calibur nor Tekken, though my dearest dream is to own Hwoarang (who will play a big part in this fic...) Please review, and if you don't like it, just tell me, but civilly, please.
"I will show you the greatest nightmare," growled the armor-clad knight, swinging the gigantic sword toward his enemy. Soul Edge glowed with a tainted red glow as it sliced through the ninja. A shrill scream echoed into nonexistence as her soul was drawn into the sword.
"Who is the next to challenge me for the power of Soul Edge," called Nightmare to the crowd of fighters surrounding him.
"I will stop this sword's evil reign from terrorizing this world," said a young man, stepping forward with weapon in hand. He swung the rod effortlessly into his fighting stance. "This is where you die."
"Who are you to talk of death, boy," Nightmare laughed, humorless and callous. "Have you stared into the eyes of this thing you call death? Have you held it within your grasp as your hold on life slips? You know nothing of death, child, do not speak as if you do."
"I have stared death in the face as it took everything I loved," the young man said. "I can speak of it how I wish."
"Do not speak of it, but prepare to meet it face to face," Nightmare swung Soul Edge into his stance.
Nightmare rushed at Kilik, sword raised to perform his attack, Rook Splitter. The youth dodged nimbly, bringing the Kali-Yuga around to hit the knight's back. "You will pay for that, boy," he bellowed as he quickly regained his balance.
"Kats," said Kilik as he swung the rod around again.
Nightmare easily blocked this attack, pushing the Kali-Yuga back toward Kilik. He stumbled backward as Nightmare drew Soul Edge back to perform a devastating attack which would end the match in his favor. Kilik barely managed to swing the Kali-Yuga to meet the gigantic sword in the air. The weapons met with unmatchable force, and they began to glow with an unearthly powerful light.
Soul Edge gleamed with red light from the eye on its blade. Kali-Yuga glowed with an intense white light as the weapons pushed against each other, each wielder refusing to relent to the other. The light pulsed and grew every second, until bolts of energy began to shoot out from where Soul Edge touched Kali-Yuga. The energy began to fire off in every direction, causing the fighters who were watching and waiting for their turn at Soul Edge to scatter away from the fight. Soon, all that was left was Nightmare and Kilik in the middle of a plain burnt by the electricity from their weapons.
"Stand down," Nightmare growled menacingly. "Your power is dangerously low, you will be dead in seconds."
"Then I will die with honor," Kilik replied, teeth gritted for he was obviously in pain from this struggle. "I will give my life to defeat you and rid the world of the evil of Soul Edge forever."
Nightmare laughed evilly. They were now completely covered by a dome of energy from their weapons. "I'll see you in h-" Nightmare's proclamation was cut short as they were flung backwards, away from each other. The dome began to spin around them as they landed on the rocky ground. Before either of them knew what had happened, they were no longer in the battle-scarred clearing, but found themselves beside a lake in the middle of a plush green forest. Kilik could not find the energy to get up as Nightmare slowly stood up and made his way closer to the young fighter.
"Who are you," came a deep voice before Nightmare had a chance to reach Kilik.
An old man came into view from the edge of the clearing. He was tall and muscular, but mostly bald. He had to peaks of grey hair growing from each side of his head. "Who are you," he asked again.
"I am Nightmare, wielder of the legendary sword, Soul Edge," the knight growled. "Who are you?"
"Heihachi Mishima," the old man replied.
A/N: dun, dun, dun! Please review! I'll hopefully get the next chapter in a few days.