Winter break is over and I have returned to the hellzone formally known as school. Not to mention fight scenes with actual sword forms are very hard to portray through writing, but I used real Kendo and some Aikido sword sparring I've seen in my training to write this chapter, along with adding some fantasy, so it takes time to write this. I'm trying to make things as realistic as mutants and aliens can get(:P). To top it all off, I'm planning a test date to get my license, then am going to get my first part time job. That's a lot to pile on top of the wrap of my Sophomore year, which means tests and large projects (Yaaaay =_=).
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With a sudden burst of speed, the young avian hybrid shot after the ninja who attempted to flee, reaching her left arm out after him. As she came within arms reach with her left arm, pushing the man against the brick rooftop wall, she snapped out a fancily carved throwing knife with the other. The knife was crafted out of a black pearl, and on the side of the blade, engraved in silver, was a detailed inscription of a bird's feather. She didn't take time to marvel the knife's true beauty, she only plunged it through the neck fabric of the Foot Ninja's shirt and into the wall behind him without hesitation, leaving him stuck to the wall by his clothing. She quickly made sure he was definitely trapped, testing the deepness of the embedded knife, then she turned to face the other assailants with a cold, calculated expression.
She felt thrilled to finally entertain herself with an interesting past time, feeling the desperate need to shred these Foot Ninjas apart. She smiled under her mask as she dodged the first ninja due to it being too late to it to counter it's attack, ducking under a thrown punch and whirled around him like an obstacle, without making the slightest physical contact. Soon after her defensive maneuver, she unleashed her aggression on the one coming up behind the previously dodged foe. Sharply, she extended her right foot out to make hard contact with the ninja's chest, rebounding and flying back at the first one she had dodged. She then took him down with a blunt, sharp blow to the back of the neck before he could turn around with the connected handles of her weapon, which she drew at the speed of light. As the two both fell to the ground, she sensed movement resonating from above her. She smirked, unlinking her two swords from each other and holding a separate sword in either hand tightly.
Two Foot ninjas had attempted to attack from above, planning to pounce on her before she could react, but they were too slow, and not quiet enough. The only thing they saw were the blades of her swords slashing through the air at them. Her swords ripped their way through the torsos of both ninjas, separating their bodies at the base of the spine, and killing on impact. Blood spouted from the two dead ninjas, pooling rapidly on the rooftop around the hybrid's feet, splattering spots of red on her and her weapon's blades. She looked down at the two dismembered ninjas, surprisingly without the tiniest twinkle of human emotion in her eyes. A sudden ringing sound of a sword pierced her ears, but it wasn't enough to even entice her to turn around. She heard the pounding footfalls of yet another assailant approaching closer and closer from behind, and waited until she presumed him close enough. Once she felt he was close enough, she gyrated 180 degrees, raising her right swords and bringing it around to meet the ninja's neck, disconnecting his unsuspecting head from his twitching shoulders. As his limp body dropped to the ground, she could feel the impending boredom that began to build within her as each ninja grew easier bit by bit to defeat.
In a flash of smoke, another appeared before her, having two other ninjas behind him backing him up as he raised his sword in a shomen uchi strike for it to come down on her head. She raised her left sword to met his in a clash of sparks and metal, angling the blade downward in a diagonal. She pivoted clockwise around the Foot ninja's weapons, linking the bottom of her two swords' handles together mid pivot. Then, as she reached the space behind her challenger, she twirled her sword staff, slicing the ninja in half, just above the base of his back. During the time it took for that ninja's already dead body to hit the ground, she had already killed the two men backing up the first one, skewering them both through the heart with one of the swords composing her joined sword staff. She yanked her blade out of their limp bodies, extracting blood from the open wound onto her blade and sprinkling onto her black clothes.
She made an easy opponent of each and every ninja with her fluent, flawless movements, slicing through each ninja without resistance from her swords. Foot ninjas fells either unconscious or dead at her feet as she trudged over them to get to their comrades, showing absolutely no mercy to her victims. The blood and muscle fragments of her enemies began to drench and stain her clothes with all sizes of copper-red spots. The smell of blood and her sweat mixed stung her nostrils with it's penetrating smells, enough to leave an average person nauseated, but she had a mission and refused to let anything distract her from her opponents. She didn't even notice as a silver and blue locket, exposed from underneath her shirt was pulled free and snapped the chain, falling to the ground with a small pinging sound and being half buried under the hand off another dead Foot Clan member.
She sighed as she dropped the last ninja to the ground, removing her bloodstained weapon from his chest, "you have all become too easy." A tightly pressed scowl and dramatically slanted eyebrows represented her disappointment in her easy victory, "it's gotten to the point where you all leave me bored." She looked down at the ground when the pathetic excuses for martial artists, by her standards, lay unresponsive. She looked at her linked swords with a jaded glare, then twirled her her sword-staff in the air, purposely shaking the excess blood off the blades.
She suddenly remembered the ninja she left hanging a foot of the ground, pinned to the wall with her throwing knife and the collar of his shirt. She jerked her head up, making her hair swish briskly for a second as she swerved her body around to see the man still pinned against the wall, trying to yank the knife free frantically.
She laughed brutally at his pathetic, weak attempt to save himself, having it muffled by her black, blood soaked mask. Thinking to herself, 'baka!'
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Baka= Fool, Idiot, Stupid
Shomen Uchi= An offensive strike for both swords and open handed combat preformed as a overhead strike to the opponent