Thee Slushee: Hey Hey everybody! Its me and Hibeki back yet again with another chapter of Clash of Swords! Sorry bout the wait folks, this week was….EXAM WEEK! DUM DUM DUUUMMMMMM!
Hibeki: lol my exams are all finally over so we're doing this…Thee Slushee still has Physics practical 2moro…gud luck by the way.
Thee Slushee: hehe thanks. Last week, I have finally updated I believe! Sorry bout the not so frequent updates but its slowly coming :D
Hibeki: Yeah and I'VE finally updated…after 8 weeks of nothingness on Dark Revelations.
Thee Slushee: It's about time too! And also….Hibeki wrote a Xiaoyin! Can you believe it?
Hibeki: Its only slight Xiaoyin…I just randomly had the urge to write it. Read and review peoples!
Thee Slushee: Okie Dokies now to our 6th chapter of Clash of Fists and Swords.
Hibeki: Once again, we do not own Soul Calibur OR Tekken as they are both owned by the glorious Namco (and hopefully, will be owned by Namco for another 40 years)
Thee Slushee: (stares) Hibeki had an exam on computers and she did sumthing on Copyright laws.
Hibeki: And I still remember it all…which is scary.
Thee Slushee: Enough of that. Chapter!
Chapter 6: A day in the 16th century Part 2
Lee, Marshall and Paul eventually escaped the rock-throwing children. They ended up on a long stretch of sandy road that seemed to go on forever.
"Okay…so which way?" Lee asked rhetorically, looking right and left.
"Which way do you reckon some civilisation will be?" Marshall asked, looking up one road and down the other but they both looked exactly the same.
"Hey, there's a guy coming in a horse-cart. We'll ask him for directions." Lee suggested, pointing to the black workhorse dragging its feet towards them with a middle aged man on its back. The horse was dragging a cart behind it filled with fresh vegetables.
"Oh no, Oh no no no no no." Paul protested, shaking his heads and cutting his palms through the air.
"We are NOT asking for directions again! I'm pansied enough already. You remember what happened last time? Little alien buggers' chucked rocks at us!" Paul exclaimed.
"Uh…Paul? They were just children. They thought we might've been dangerous or something. I'm sure this guy won't chuck rocks at us." Marshall reasoned.
"Well if you're asking directions, leave me out of it." Paul stepped back and crossed his arms defiantly.
"Okay, we'll leave you out in the middle of nowhere where you will step on cow patts all day." Lee said simply. Paul's expression changed to horror.
"Doesn't make much of a difference to me whether you come or not." Lee stated, now walking towards the man on the horse.
"Hey!" Lee greeted, causing the man's gaze to be averted to him.
"Do you think you could tell me where the next town or city is? Me and my…err," Lee glances at Marshall and Paul.
"Colleagues are lost." Lee finished.
"Well, I'm headin' to the closest village to sell my veggies. You feller's can hop on the back. Try not to squish my veggies." The man said to Lee.
"Thank you so much sir!" Lee bowed in respect and hurried to get Marshall.
"Yo Law, we have a ride." Lee said excitedly. Marshall's face lit up in relief and he followed Lee to the back of the vegetable cart. Paul looked on as Lee and Marshall hopped onto the vegetable cart, only now thinking about the reality of the situation. If he let them go, how else would he be able to get out of here? He sighed and trudged to the back of the vegetable cart.
"Look who's finally come around." Marshall said as Paul hopped onto the cart.
"I guess being in a veggie cart beats sitting around in the middle of nowhere." Paul admitted, taking a seat next to Lee.
"No, Paul don't sit – " SQUISH! Paul's eyes widened.
"Down." Lee finished.
"Do I dare see what I just sat on?" Paul said with gritted teeth. He stood up and looked down to see a pile of squashed tomatoes.
"Uh…sir?" Marshall asked anxiously but Lee shut him up.
"No. Don't tell him. He'll kick us off for sure." Lee hissed with gritted teeth.
"My leathers are ruined!" Paul complained.
"Sssssh!" Lee hissed desperately, not wanting to alert the kind man giving them a ride.
After 2 long, long hours, the trio had arrived at the village. Marshall, Lee and Paul hastily got off the back, thanked the man and disappeared into the crowd. After a few seconds, a voice cut through the crowd.
"YOU LOUSY NO GOOD FIENDS! YOU SQUASHED MY VEGGIES!" The sound of this voice made Lee, Marshall and Paul quicken their pace, trying to blend in the crowd as much as they could.
After a few minutes, the trio stopped to rest.
"I think we lost him," Lee finally said, leaning against a small stall.
"Let's hope we never see him again." Marshall stated. Paul started taking in whiffs around him.
"Ewww! What's that smell?" Paul pinched his nose and fanned the air around him. Lee and Marshall stared at hi with blank expressions.
"You." They both said in unison.
"Me! It's not me!" Paul argued.
"We've had to sit with you, walk with you, and be with you for the last few hours…we'd know." Lee explained.
"Didn't you notice us walk at least 2 metres away from you?" Law added.
"Okay, I've noticed that we stick out like a sore thumb around here. We should grab some clothes." Lee said.
"But how? We don't have any money with us…Oh no, we are NOT stealing!" Law protested.
"Trust me Law; it's for the good of us all. Otherwise we're stuck with tomato-crap boy here," Lee said, pointing to Paul.
"Okay, let's do this." Marshall said hastily. Lee, Marshall and Paul snuck up to a clothing stall.
"Okay, on the count of three, we go in, steal some stuff, and then run away ok?" Marshall ordered.
"one…two…thr-" before Marshall could finish the count, a scream shot through the air as a man sailed right over them and smashed into the stall.
"What the fuck!" Paul cursed as the man landed right in front of him. Lee spun around to find a fight erupting behind them.
"I think one guy's fighting a bunch of thieves…they're outnumbering him, we should help." Marshall said righteously.
"Uh…Law? Weren't we about to become thieves right about now?" Lee said smartly.
"Who cares? It's about time I got to beat people up! We went to the tournament for a reason." Paul said excitedly, cracking his knuckles. Marshall and Paul charged in head on to the battle, Lee shrugging and joining them afterwards.
"WADAHHHH!" Marshall screamed in a high pitched voice, unleashing numerous punches and back flips on unsuspecting victims.
"OSU!" Paul shouted, slamming a powerful fist into another chunk of thieves, knocking them down like bowling pins.
"Ka-mon." Lee taunted, getting into his Hitman stance, a thief taking the bait easily. Lee shot out his foot which connected smoothly with the thief's head, knocking him over easily. The three were actually enjoying fighting off the horde of thieves.
Marshall kept fighting through the thieves until he spotted the vigilante that was beating them up before. The man in the centre was whacking people in all directions with his Nanchaku. There were too many for him though and one knocked the Nanchaku out of his hand. Marshall picked it up and said: "This is where the real fun begins!" He unleashed a high-pitched, Kung Fu shriek and went absolutely crazy with the nanchaku, hitting numerous people in the face and knocking them back. Marshall threw the nanchaku back at the man, who took it gratefully and began knocking people out again.
After the battle had finally ceased, all three of them were absolutely worn out.
"Wasn't that heaps of fun?" Paul said triumphantly, looking around at the unconscious bodies before them.
"Sure was," Lee admitted with a smirk on his face. The vigilante who was fighting off the thieves approached the three.
"That was some pretty impressive fighting. You guys warriors?" The man asked, genuinely impressed.
"Warriors? No. We're martial artists." Lee informed the man, who looked very confused.
"I thought you were a warrior since you knew the art of using nanchaku." The man turned to Marshall.
"I just use it in weapon training. My fists are my weapon. Not nanchaku." Marshall said simply.
"Well, it's great to meet you. I'm Maxi." The man held out his hand. Marshall took it with a smile on his face.
"Marshall Law. And that's Lee Chaolan," Marshall pointed at Lee, who bowed with respect.
"And this is my good friend, Paul Phoenix." He pointed at Paul, who held out his hand.
"Put 'er there." Paul said with a goofy grin on his face. Maxi went in to shake his hand but recoiled.
"What's that smell?" Maxi asked. Lee and Marshall both silently point at Paul.
"Do you know anywhere he can get a wash?" Marshall asked.
"And some clothes for him…as well as us." Lee added.
"Uh…yeah, follow me." Maxi turned on his heels and carefully weaved a path through the unconscious bodies, Lee, Marshall and Paul following close behind.
Storm clouds gathered over the top of an abandoned stony castle. Flashes of lighting pierced through the sky, a low rumble of thunder rolling in shortly afterwards. In the first room of the castle, a blue flaming torch was the only source of light. Two figures stood in the room: one in glorious armour, the other wearing a black judo suit.
"Are you sure this is going to work? Because I need souls…I could easily take yours. It's very strong and will benefit me greatly." The figure in armour spoke menacingly.
"Wouldn't it be better if all the strong souls in the land gathered in one place?" The other figure responded in a low, husky voice.
"We would need to issue advertisements to towns and villages across the land…word will travel fast and we will have everybody in one place." The second figure continued.
"So as soon as they are gathered, I just leap in and take their souls?" The armoured figure questioned.
"No…let them fight it out. The strongest soul would eventually triumph over the others…but the ones that lose won't have the chance to leave. They will be stuck there. If they tried to escape, we would ambush them." The second figure explained.
"We will need a prize for this… 'Tournament' of yours to bring in the desired crowd." The armoured figure said.
"You were speaking of a powerful sword…we could use that."
"Is it worth it to risk Soul Edge?"
"You won't lose Soul Edge because they won't win." A menacing smirk appeared on the second figure's face.
Thee Slushee: WOOOH! Another chapter done.
Hibeki: Now that was a nasty cliffy! Hoped u liked this chapter.
Thee Slushee: It was loads of fun writing this chapter…but it's always fun writing these chapters! Lol
Hibeki: It was cool mucking around with Law, Lee and Paul. They are definitely our comic relief, lol!
Thee Slushee: By the way, out of interest…is there anyone out there, other than us, who don't live in the States or anywhere near it? We're just curious.
Hibeki: But NZ is cool and let's get this straight….NZ is NOT a third world country! We do not live in huts, we have actual buildings! And the All Blacks are NOT a Maori tribe, they're a rugby team! We also won the America's cup twice in a row, so shame!
Thee Slushee: The only reason Hibeki said that was because some people think NZ is a third world country because of LOTR! Crazy ain't it?
Hibeki: Alright, that's enough from us. Hope u enjoyed reading. Review!