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STORY 1: The Viking and the Maiden
Cold, ruthless eyes watched the girl as she stood before him, sword drawn, and a look of determination setting her beautiful face in stone. They continued to gaze at each other in tense silence, he in full body armor with his helmet hiding the extraordinary looks beneath and she, bare feet, her curly waist length hair floating in the breeze in a red long sleeved and ankle length and patched many times with cloth of different colors.
His men laughed and leered at her and her sister, each woman possessing a smaller version of the Broad Swords typically carried by Vikings, the nomadic traders and raiders of the Seas. It seemed these women had been stranded upon this Isle for years, for they were minimally clothes even though they had done well for themselves, building thatch houses and cultivating.
"Our father was a Viking Lord…he taught us well!" swore one wench, a black haired, brown eyes girl that wielded the typical Broad sword much to his respect, for the tools weighed up to twenty pounds yet she swung it with relative easy for her size, a feat which required bulging muscles in most men. Sesshomaru himself along with his brother, though strong prided themselves upon their ability to move swiftly, accurately and deadly within battle which, far exuded just brute strength which could only go so far.
"You wish to challenge this Sesshomaru?" he asked with a short laugh and dropped his Shield and snapped his fingers and the women stiffed as two men stepped forward. One had a silver pony-tail akin to the Viking lord however the other had short dark hair barely escaping from his helmet.
"I shall take the blue eyed wench. She rises my lust unlike any ever has." Said Inuyasha, smirking as the girl gasped softly before her eyes blazed with righteous indignation.
"I feel the same with my virago with the Broad sword." Said Miroku, smiling as the woman smirked.
"Lord Sesshomaru…" called one man stepping forward, he was brown haired and brown eyed and more of a boy than he was a man, "…may I have the other wench?" he asked and Sesshomaru snorted.
"No, that bitch…" he answered, in a deep voice which sent shivers down the spines of those present, while raising his sword towards Rin, "…is mine!"
The girl's eyes reflected a glimmer of fear, which intensified his lust, before she tightened her fingers around the hilt of her sword and launched towards him as did her sisters. The force of the initial clang of steel surprised him and he clenched his jaw as the vibrations of the kiss of steel shook him. Had he been a less skilled Warrior he would have dropped his sword, but he was the best and incredibly angry at her audacity to launch an attack at him, the great Sesshomaru, he stretched out a leg to trip her.
Rin jumped, bringing down her sword as her she avoided his feet. She was good, but not nearly good enough to match him. Before she had a chance to attach him once again he was upon her, dealing large forceful swings exerting more force than skill to disengage her sword. The girl was clever though, swiftly shifting and avoiding the blows by a hair's breadth distance. He was intrigued, yet he was tired of playing with her, and in a moment, a root would give him the added leverage to best her.
The moment she stumbled Sesshomaru attacked and with the flick of the wrist he had her sword flying from her wrist and slamming her fragile body into the ground, but she did not cry out. Forcing her to remain on the ground with a boated foot, he looked to see the other females being held by his brother and friends.
"Submit!" he demanded.
"Never!" she spat. And Sesshomaru, the Viking lord knew then he had fallen.