This is my first attempt at a Soul Caliber fan fiction, but after causing brutality after brutality upon my foes in SC2, I felt I needed to pull off a fiction about it, so without further ado, here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything asides my bean burrito and I only own the beans. So I do not own Soul Caliber II
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The sentry stretched and stared at the moon, it was full or close to it as far as he could tell. The sentry yawned as he wondered vainly if his shift would be ending soon. Then piercing the formerly silent night, in a subtle yet distinct way, the sound of chains jingling alerted the sentry.
"Who's there?" The sentry called into the night quietly, mainly concerned not to wake the villagers in town behind him. He was quickly answered.
Tearing out of the darkness, a beast of a man in azure armor came charging towards the sentry, a massive sword with an eye that seemed to stare intently at the sentry laid nearly easily in the monster's hands, as red eyes burned forth from the slit in the helm.
Drawing his sword quickly the sentry gave a cry at the sight of the monstrous arm that began to raise the sword high over head. The sentry's veins began to fill with adrenaline as he charged forward to bravely engage the monster. His charge stopped as he began to watch the sword rush down at him, it's eye wide, watching it's morsel come to it quickly.
The horrified final cry of the sentry rang loudly in the air as the blade cleaved through him from shoulder to waist, gore spilling from the fatal blow. An approaching guard gave a cry nearly identical to that of the sentry as he saw his fellow drop in two pieces, then seeing the piercing red eyes that had become feared far and wide turn towards him, cried a warning to the sky.
"It's the Nightm-!" his words were cut off as Nightmare's claw like hand closed around his head, and stabbed the sword deep into the man's abdomen. Then slamming the sword down into the ground, removing the body from the sword with his foot clad in metal, Nightmare began his entry into the village, storming into the first house. With the sound of door bursting open the woman, inside leapt awake, screaming at the sight of the intruder. The knight raised his sword far over head, and swung it down with as much force as he could muster, cutting the bed and its occupant in half.
The screams of terror, and warning filled the night's former peace, battle cries were sent, death screams returned. The azure armor became slick with blood as the massacre continued, the eye of the storm grew wide with excitement. As the small town's citizens had fled, the rest were spent. Many buildings had collapsed from the impacts of bodies and blows of the sword.
The azure armored knight stood amongst the carnage as the moon began its decent, with his head bowed and his eyes closed as he slept on his feet. The eye of the sword keeping watch as the body rested, and blood began to dry on the armor.
By dawn the Nightmare had moved on to continue its rain of terror, the few survivors spreading the story of the knight in azure armor with the speed of a demon and the sword that lived, not realizing that their former town was the one that was spared the worst of the blood wrath. By the man who fought bravely against the monster while many yet few made their escape, the man Seigfried, the murderer himself.
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Well that's it! I think a better writer could've done this idea more justice, but I've done my best to make a poetic horror I guess you could call it. Anyway, I hope you all have enjoyed it, and my thanks for reading it, even if you didn't like it.
So please review now! I want to hear what you think of my abysmal performance! And I shall try to hone my prowess at writing so the next shall be less torturous to you. (And more so to Nightmare's victims)