She leapt out the tree, spinning, and landing on the battlefield. Men and vampires fought side-by-side, samurai against samurai. She drew her sword - her trusty kitan - it's leather handle felt soft and warm in her hand, she ran through the centre of the fight, jumping and ducking her way through - she could not kill a man and it was too much of a risk to try to pick the vampires out of the crowds. However this was not about vampyre; this was two clans at war. She knew she was the only one who could kill the other clans' leader. He was a Japanese fire demon called Yori, as she got to the front line she saw him there, hacking his way through the crowds. She focused on him, he knew she was there. He stopped and turned at her, she saw him mouth "slayer". They started to run towards each other, both jumping to strike. She span in the air, his flames trailed behind him, as they came close she un-curled and twisted in the air, cutting through his armour revealing his burning
flesh, he span and landed, enraged. She barely touched the floor, jumping off into the crowd to try to confuse her enemy.
He growled and threw anyone in his away to the ground, trying to find her. She ran through them all, dodging swords and dead bodies. Then she saw him, she had managed to get behind him...she grabbed the knife her alchemist friend Jinchi had told her to use, the blade had been altered to counteract Yori's magick. The slayer jumped at him digging the knife into his heart, as it pierced him the flames on his skin died, his protection had gone. She span around, pulling the knife from his back. He let out a cry, gripped his sword and ran at her, she leant backwards ready to fight. Just as he was about to strike she quickly rolled kicking his legs, as he stumbled she leapt onto his back trying to cut off his helmet. This demon wouldn't die from a simple heart stabbing; he'd need to be beheaded. He knew this and was dressed to make it as hard as possible. As she struggled to remove the helmet, he grabbed her hands throwing her over his head. She hit the floor hard, and he knelt
down, holding her arms down. His weight on her body kept her still, and he leant down to look into her eyes.
"Why can't you let this be?"
Her face screwed up, and she fought back with all her strength.
"...It used to be so perfect.." Her eyes burned and her throat dried in reaction...
She pulled on the last of her strength and pushed him back, she grabbed kitan and struck him. Rolling backwards onto her feet she was ready to fight, but he had gone. She stood staring into what was the crowd, seeing only a few left now. Drained of energy she stood staring. Kitan fell by her side; the knife she had used to stop him was lying on the ground.
flesh, he span and landed, enraged. She barely touched the floor, jumping off into the crowd to try to confuse her enemy.
He growled and threw anyone in his away to the ground, trying to find her. She ran through them all, dodging swords and dead bodies. Then she saw him, she had managed to get behind him...she grabbed the knife her alchemist friend Jinchi had told her to use, the blade had been altered to counteract Yori's magick. The slayer jumped at him digging the knife into his heart, as it pierced him the flames on his skin died, his protection had gone. She span around, pulling the knife from his back. He let out a cry, gripped his sword and ran at her, she leant backwards ready to fight. Just as he was about to strike she quickly rolled kicking his legs, as he stumbled she leapt onto his back trying to cut off his helmet. This demon wouldn't die from a simple heart stabbing; he'd need to be beheaded. He knew this and was dressed to make it as hard as possible. As she struggled to remove the helmet, he grabbed her hands throwing her over his head. She hit the floor hard, and he knelt
down, holding her arms down. His weight on her body kept her still, and he leant down to look into her eyes.
"Why can't you let this be?"
Her face screwed up, and she fought back with all her strength.
"...It used to be so perfect.." Her eyes burned and her throat dried in reaction...
She pulled on the last of her strength and pushed him back, she grabbed kitan and struck him. Rolling backwards onto her feet she was ready to fight, but he had gone. She stood staring into what was the crowd, seeing only a few left now. Drained of energy she stood staring. Kitan fell by her side; the knife she had used to stop him was lying on the ground.