Same disclaimers as before. A little element of Crouching Tiger thrown in.
A short fight scene for Chapter 1. More coming very soon : )
CHAPTER 1
"So what do we do now?" asked Buffy Summers, the Slayer, to Wu Caine, also known as
Huang Di, the oldest of all the Immortals. They were walking down the dark street, lit by
only a few street lamps.
"Well, at the very least you'll have to introduce me to your Watcher. Then we'll begin
your training," he said with a smile.
"Training for what?"
"You must be prepared for the coming battle. Immortality is no easy thing. In my
considerably long life I have accquired a great many enemies, not many of whom are still
alive," he said with a little chuckle. "The greatest of my enemies, Chang, will stop at
nothing to get to you."
"Why me? Why am I always the one who everyone wants to kill?"
"Fate, I suppose. The Quickening of an Immortal Slayer is very powerful. If Chang takes
yours, he will become powerful enough to almost be able to defeat me in fair combat. He
will be here soon, and he won't come alone. You will have to fight one of his men, while
I deal with him. You must be able to win. An Immortal Slayer who survives Chang and
lives for a long time would be a very powerful force on the side of good."
"You keep making references to how powerful you are, but I haven't seen all that much to
support it. How about a demonstration?" she said with a incredulous look on her face.
"What did you have in mind?"
"There's a gang of vampires over there," she pointed to where five figures were standing
near a park bench.
Caine grinned, "Watch and learn." When he had neared them, the leader of the pack
looked up. "Well, well, a free meal."
"Not tonight, my friend. Your ass is mine," Caine said, standing there calmly.
The vampire chuckled and said, "Get him, Brutus." A huge vampire, maybe 290 pounds,
charged Wu. "Lesson One. Use your opponent's momentum against him." Sidestepping
the charge, Caine slapped the bulky demon on the back with the back of his right hand,
sending him sprawling 5 feet away. A second vampire walked up, this one a little more
cautious. "Lesson Two. Do not simply stop force," the vampire threw a right hook. Caine
seemed to push and turn the arm back into the attacker, and pushed. The would be boxer
flew back as if hit by a 300 pound linebacker moving at full speed. "Redirect it, and apply
force of your own," Caine continued. The third attacker seemed reluctant to throw a
punch. "Lesson Three. When you must use force, do so." He threw a backfist towards his
opponent's chest, which was just barely blocked, and followed it up by palming the back
of his fist, channeling the energy into the vampire, sending him flying. The fourth had by
now procured a steel pipe and was swinging it menacingly. "Lesson Four. Don't hesitate
to use a weapon if you must." From the folds of his coat, Caine drew his sword. Three
feet of extraordinarily thin metal, the blade seemed to glow with its own inner light. In
one swift motion, Caine moved the sword through the air and the vampire, sans head,
disintegrated. Replacing his sword, the warrior went over to where Buffy was standing,
eyes wide with admiration and disbelief.
"Will you teach me how to be as skilled as you?"
"I will. And who knows, in several thousand years you may even surpass the Old Man
himself," Caine answered with a grin.