Black Knight, Chapter 4
"So young lady, do you give in, or do you still wish to fight me?" For the second time Dahkon asked his captive opponent. "Ugh, bastard." "RYOKO, JUST AGREE WITH HIM" Washu yelled out, startling everyone. "Shut up you, I'll handle this in my own way, I don't need your help" "Then miss, you lose". With a short snap of his wrist, sending the flat of the BlackBlade into the side of Ryoko's face, knocking her a good thirty feet, to lay, completely still, on the ground. "If she had merely given in, as I had asked, it wouldn't have come to that" "You, why did you do that to Ryoko?" came Tenchi's anguished question, his face turned away, but his voice directed straight and unerringly on the Back Knight. "As I said, if she had merely given up the fight, she would still be conscious." "You monster." "Do you wish to challenge me too, Tenchi was it?" instead of any normal response, Tenchi exploded forward, instantly protected by the battle armor of a Jurai warrior. "Hmm, perhaps you will prove more of a challenge then that weak pirate"
The second Tenchi moved, Dahkon, not knowing the potential of this young man, whipped his blade up, intercepting the sword Tenchi, blocking off the cut with a strength that could never have been guessed, except by looking at the Armor, or by wearing it. The two warriors, by far each being the best from their generation, faced off for several minutes, neither holding the upper hand for too long, but instead, keeping it on an even keel. Finally, as Tenchi began to become greatly stressed, he broke through the limits of space, and once again wore the Light Hawk Armor, surprising Dahkon greatly. "So, you dare turn my own creation against me, well then, face the true power of the Light Hawk Wings". As soon as the words escape his lips, Dahkon's pure black armor goes from its norm, into a blazing, incredible white, easily matching Tenchi's, except in the aura, nearly blinding all viewing him. "Now, let us see which is the stronger". Crossing his arms before his chest, ten pure white angel wings burst out the back of his armor, being mimicked by the sudden Wings themselves, in front of his chest, burning like stars from the night sky. "Uh, you can create TEN wings?" Tenchi could not keep the surprise out of his voice, scared on a level transcending that of a normal human. "Indeed, I alone can create all ten, with the exception of Tsunami, for I myself created the original Light Hawk Wings". What followed happened in a blinding flash that, after leaving, showed both combatants back in their normal respective armors, kneeling. Finally, both fell to the ground, unconscious.
"So, Little Washu, is he alright?" "I can't be sure yet Tenchi, Dahkon is strong, but he was imprisoned in that capsule for fifteen centuries, and it must have left him somewhat weakened, all in all, I cant say until he wakes up" "No need to worry my old love, I am fine". Both the two watchers, turn in surprise, to see Dahkon sitting up in the hospital style bed, smiling at them, his white hair floating in an ethereal manner, all seeming to be in order, except for the upper portion of his armor, having shattered after the battle. "Well, Sir Tenchi, it seems you are much stronger than I took you for, and I must apologize for Ryoko". "Don't worry, that girl is tough, she will be alright". The pure white haired man seemingly unharmed after the battle, the only mark of it, a pure, blood red streak down the side of his hair. "Also, Sir Tenchi, if you don't mind, may I stay in this house for awhile?" "I don't mind, stay here as long as you wish" "Thank you, and if you need me, I will be in my temple" "Temple?" Tenchi watched, as the newest member of the Masaki household walked away, wondering at just what the conditions of his actions were.
"So young lady, do you give in, or do you still wish to fight me?" For the second time Dahkon asked his captive opponent. "Ugh, bastard." "RYOKO, JUST AGREE WITH HIM" Washu yelled out, startling everyone. "Shut up you, I'll handle this in my own way, I don't need your help" "Then miss, you lose". With a short snap of his wrist, sending the flat of the BlackBlade into the side of Ryoko's face, knocking her a good thirty feet, to lay, completely still, on the ground. "If she had merely given in, as I had asked, it wouldn't have come to that" "You, why did you do that to Ryoko?" came Tenchi's anguished question, his face turned away, but his voice directed straight and unerringly on the Back Knight. "As I said, if she had merely given up the fight, she would still be conscious." "You monster." "Do you wish to challenge me too, Tenchi was it?" instead of any normal response, Tenchi exploded forward, instantly protected by the battle armor of a Jurai warrior. "Hmm, perhaps you will prove more of a challenge then that weak pirate"
The second Tenchi moved, Dahkon, not knowing the potential of this young man, whipped his blade up, intercepting the sword Tenchi, blocking off the cut with a strength that could never have been guessed, except by looking at the Armor, or by wearing it. The two warriors, by far each being the best from their generation, faced off for several minutes, neither holding the upper hand for too long, but instead, keeping it on an even keel. Finally, as Tenchi began to become greatly stressed, he broke through the limits of space, and once again wore the Light Hawk Armor, surprising Dahkon greatly. "So, you dare turn my own creation against me, well then, face the true power of the Light Hawk Wings". As soon as the words escape his lips, Dahkon's pure black armor goes from its norm, into a blazing, incredible white, easily matching Tenchi's, except in the aura, nearly blinding all viewing him. "Now, let us see which is the stronger". Crossing his arms before his chest, ten pure white angel wings burst out the back of his armor, being mimicked by the sudden Wings themselves, in front of his chest, burning like stars from the night sky. "Uh, you can create TEN wings?" Tenchi could not keep the surprise out of his voice, scared on a level transcending that of a normal human. "Indeed, I alone can create all ten, with the exception of Tsunami, for I myself created the original Light Hawk Wings". What followed happened in a blinding flash that, after leaving, showed both combatants back in their normal respective armors, kneeling. Finally, both fell to the ground, unconscious.
"So, Little Washu, is he alright?" "I can't be sure yet Tenchi, Dahkon is strong, but he was imprisoned in that capsule for fifteen centuries, and it must have left him somewhat weakened, all in all, I cant say until he wakes up" "No need to worry my old love, I am fine". Both the two watchers, turn in surprise, to see Dahkon sitting up in the hospital style bed, smiling at them, his white hair floating in an ethereal manner, all seeming to be in order, except for the upper portion of his armor, having shattered after the battle. "Well, Sir Tenchi, it seems you are much stronger than I took you for, and I must apologize for Ryoko". "Don't worry, that girl is tough, she will be alright". The pure white haired man seemingly unharmed after the battle, the only mark of it, a pure, blood red streak down the side of his hair. "Also, Sir Tenchi, if you don't mind, may I stay in this house for awhile?" "I don't mind, stay here as long as you wish" "Thank you, and if you need me, I will be in my temple" "Temple?" Tenchi watched, as the newest member of the Masaki household walked away, wondering at just what the conditions of his actions were.