CERVANTES
After many grueling battles, the resurrected Cervantes finally faced Taki again. Their last duel was the only one he'd lost in the decades he'd borne the demonic blades of Soul Edge.
The zombie pirate glowered at the lithe ninja. She looked very slight and weak. How could he have lost to this Japanese wisp of a woman? He was having trouble remembering. His memory...
Cervantes squeezed his eyes shut tightly as his memories of being trapped, as a spirit, between the underworld of Hell and the only slightly less hellish draw of Soul Edge erupted vividly. On the tail end of the tide of remembrance, he relived the battle with Taki, three years ago...
The woman had been fast, even faster than him. And something else had been amiss. He'd felt *maimed* somehow. Like he had lost his right hand.
Suddenly, the memory returned with such clarity that he wondered how even death could have made him forget. He *had* been handicapped by the destruction of one of the Soul Edge blades. After over 20 years of wielding the two, he was at a monstrous disadvantage fighting with only one. Moreover, he'd totally lacked his usual control while the red-clad ninja had battled with utmost precision and discipline.
But now would be different. He might not have the murderous power of the original Soul Edge, but his current twin blades would be enough.
"I've come back from Hell to kill you, woman," Cervantes growled. "You will taste my pain!"
Taki said nothing, but showed no undue concern. She'd beaten him once, when he was powered by Soul Edge. She could certainly defeat him again.
"I see you're unconcerned," he noted.
"Hunting ghosts, demons and the undead is what I do," Taki said calmly. "One zombie pirate isn't enough to send me screaming for the hills. Besides, didn't I beat you already?"
"Yes," the pirate conceded. "But only because I wasn't fully armed. Look!" Cervantes grinned as he drew his swords with a flourish.
"Now I have *two* swords! Now you face my true ability! Prepare yourself!"
Taki was unruffled. "Sorry to disappoint you, but you're not the only one who's better armed this time around." She spun in a wide circle, drawing and resheathing both her reforged Rekkimaru and cursed Mekkimaru blades in turn before assuming her ready stance. Cervantes' confident grin vanished like a candle in a sea gale, to be replaced by a decidedly un-pirate-like pout.
"Woman, you have no concept of how much I hate you," he said glumly.
(Author's Note: In the prologue to Soul Calibur, it was revealed that Sophitia destroyed the smaller of the two blades called Soul Edge. Taki then showed up and beat Cervantes, saving Sophie's life.)
After many grueling battles, the resurrected Cervantes finally faced Taki again. Their last duel was the only one he'd lost in the decades he'd borne the demonic blades of Soul Edge.
The zombie pirate glowered at the lithe ninja. She looked very slight and weak. How could he have lost to this Japanese wisp of a woman? He was having trouble remembering. His memory...
Cervantes squeezed his eyes shut tightly as his memories of being trapped, as a spirit, between the underworld of Hell and the only slightly less hellish draw of Soul Edge erupted vividly. On the tail end of the tide of remembrance, he relived the battle with Taki, three years ago...
The woman had been fast, even faster than him. And something else had been amiss. He'd felt *maimed* somehow. Like he had lost his right hand.
Suddenly, the memory returned with such clarity that he wondered how even death could have made him forget. He *had* been handicapped by the destruction of one of the Soul Edge blades. After over 20 years of wielding the two, he was at a monstrous disadvantage fighting with only one. Moreover, he'd totally lacked his usual control while the red-clad ninja had battled with utmost precision and discipline.
But now would be different. He might not have the murderous power of the original Soul Edge, but his current twin blades would be enough.
"I've come back from Hell to kill you, woman," Cervantes growled. "You will taste my pain!"
Taki said nothing, but showed no undue concern. She'd beaten him once, when he was powered by Soul Edge. She could certainly defeat him again.
"I see you're unconcerned," he noted.
"Hunting ghosts, demons and the undead is what I do," Taki said calmly. "One zombie pirate isn't enough to send me screaming for the hills. Besides, didn't I beat you already?"
"Yes," the pirate conceded. "But only because I wasn't fully armed. Look!" Cervantes grinned as he drew his swords with a flourish.
"Now I have *two* swords! Now you face my true ability! Prepare yourself!"
Taki was unruffled. "Sorry to disappoint you, but you're not the only one who's better armed this time around." She spun in a wide circle, drawing and resheathing both her reforged Rekkimaru and cursed Mekkimaru blades in turn before assuming her ready stance. Cervantes' confident grin vanished like a candle in a sea gale, to be replaced by a decidedly un-pirate-like pout.
"Woman, you have no concept of how much I hate you," he said glumly.
(Author's Note: In the prologue to Soul Calibur, it was revealed that Sophitia destroyed the smaller of the two blades called Soul Edge. Taki then showed up and beat Cervantes, saving Sophie's life.)