Sakura stood breathless, poised with a sword in hand on a hungry savannah. The ground beneath her was soden and dry, and the dust was whipping her eyes.
A boy roughly her age was charging at her, his dagger-like scimitar glaring against the sun.
Sakura blinked, balancing her weight on her spread apart feet. Within seconds, the two were once again engaged in a metal gridlock, swinging and slashing in rythm, as though it were a dance.
Desolation was creeping into the girl's mind. Already she had used her Water Card, which had little to no effect. Whoever this person was, he had the skills of a trained swordsmaster and if she wasn't careful, she could be in real trouble on this on.
Swing, step, side-lock, block, jab, upward thrust. . . the movements came to her spontaneously, and she heard nothing but their heavy footsteps and the sound of steel against steel.
"My, I'm impressed!" The boy said, gliding towards her.
Sakura swung at his jaw, catching him off gaurd. The attack had left him a thin, even line underneath his chin.
He wasn't done with her yet. Backflipping out of harm's way, he lowered his sword and mist surrounded him in whirls as a strange chanting cascaded through the air. Like a story teller weaving tales, an energy began taking shape, making lines of light shoot through the ground. Aware of danger, Sakura took a step back, letting out a small gasp as the lines of light took shape on the ground, forming a picture of the moon and sun.
"Ready?" He asked, as though he already knew the answer.
Sakura didn't wait another second. Snapping her sword back into a wand she said, "Power of Clow, hear my words."
As she uttered this, she began calling upon her own strength to guide her, along with Pyrel, the Card of Fire. "Ancients of the soul, I call you for your passion, the bright flame that burns inside of ourselves. Neo genesises of the future, summon me. . . Pyrel! The Card of Fire!"
In a circle, as through it were trying to break free from the chains of hell, molten rock began spurting from the ground, accompanied by pyres of flame.
Her assailant had already finished his spell. With a sharp fling of his sword, a crack of lightning was hurling at Sakura, sparking and sizzling as it burned its way through the air.
Sakura twirled her wand in the air, ready to receive the blow. A shield of fire sprung out to defend her, as the powerful lightning pounded against it.
"My turn," Sakura said, her voice slightly raspy from exertion.
She slammed the head of her wand into the ground, as a trail of volcannic fire exploded through the dirt. The boy jumped into the air to dodge her attack; exactly what she had been hoping for.
She had never before attempted to do what she was about to. Already, the use of two Cards had drained her.
"Magic under my command, I call the Spirits of Fire and Water! Hydra and Pyrel, attack as one!"
Fire and Water spurt from the tip of Sakura's wand, which was held up high into the air. The two powers twisted around each other, joining to create a thick mist that clouded its way over the battle field.
Sakura stumbled onto her knee, gasping. It was hard to breath in this heavy moisture and she was already out of breath. But for the moment, she was safe from her anonymous attacker.
"Running never helped anyone," she heard him say softly.
Stalling for a bit more time, she stayed still, motionless as she was soundless. While she was busy rejuvenating, she was struck with an idea. After all, why shouldn't it work? Hydra and Pyrel were already on the field, lurking somewhere in the fog.
The boy, with his black her and thin-framed glasses, was busy scanning the area, trying ot see through the thick mist. 'Stupid girl. . .' he thought snidely. Didn't she know that water conducted electricity?
He raised his wand, and started an entirely new spell. A dangerous and entirely too cataclysmic attack that could permanently wipe any player out of the virtual world. He was cut short however, when a pillar of water materialised out of the fog, hitting him square in the chest.
He gawked at the surprise attack. She had been able to pinpoint his exact location by sensing his magical aura. She had called upon the fog as some sort of magical transporter, using it to attack him from any angle she desired.
This time, a barrage of fireballs were shooting out of the sky, undampened by the thick cloud. He didn't realize it had ever existed until it knocked him to the ground, leaving burn marks on his chest.
Immediately, the fog cleared and Sakura seized the opportunity to attack. Returning her staff to its original form as a sword, she charged, blasting towards him full force.
"Wait! Stop!" He cried.
Sakura heard his plea, and slowed down. Unwilling to let her gaurd down, she bristled slightly and tensed. What did he have in mind now?
"My name. . . is Spinel Sun. I am a virtual game hopper, and since I am, I declare you the winner."
"Virtual game hopper?" Sakura asked. Syaoran would have known what that was. The though of him made her regret leaving him. If she hadn't lost her temper, she wouldn't have gotten into this fight in the first place.
"I travel through games using the reed.com connection. I hunt down the best game players and see what they're made of."
He didn't stop there. Oh no, because what he was about to say next interested Sakura the most.
"And I have an interesting proposition for you."
~*~
"What the hell do you MEAN you can't find her?" Syaoran yelled, angrily eyeing his friends.
"Baka (idiot)!" Eriol shouted, just as frustrated as Syaoran was, "But if you hadn't pissed her off, we wouldn't be looking for her, WOULD WE?"
Before the two could end up brawling and beating the crap out of each other, Tomoyo stepped in with a worthy peace offering.
"Why didn't you guys just use the map to find her?"
"Ah yes, a brilliant idea Tomoyo-chan." Kero said enthusiastically.
"Kuso (shit)," Yue incoherently muttered to himself. "I cannot believe we didn't think of that!"
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Syaoran demanded, "Let's get going!"
"I think he thinks that this is some sort of race to find her." Tomoyo said, looking at Syaoran as he rushed away.
"Actually, I just think that's the way he gets when he's worried about someone," Eriol informed.
A boy roughly her age was charging at her, his dagger-like scimitar glaring against the sun.
Sakura blinked, balancing her weight on her spread apart feet. Within seconds, the two were once again engaged in a metal gridlock, swinging and slashing in rythm, as though it were a dance.
Desolation was creeping into the girl's mind. Already she had used her Water Card, which had little to no effect. Whoever this person was, he had the skills of a trained swordsmaster and if she wasn't careful, she could be in real trouble on this on.
Swing, step, side-lock, block, jab, upward thrust. . . the movements came to her spontaneously, and she heard nothing but their heavy footsteps and the sound of steel against steel.
"My, I'm impressed!" The boy said, gliding towards her.
Sakura swung at his jaw, catching him off gaurd. The attack had left him a thin, even line underneath his chin.
He wasn't done with her yet. Backflipping out of harm's way, he lowered his sword and mist surrounded him in whirls as a strange chanting cascaded through the air. Like a story teller weaving tales, an energy began taking shape, making lines of light shoot through the ground. Aware of danger, Sakura took a step back, letting out a small gasp as the lines of light took shape on the ground, forming a picture of the moon and sun.
"Ready?" He asked, as though he already knew the answer.
Sakura didn't wait another second. Snapping her sword back into a wand she said, "Power of Clow, hear my words."
As she uttered this, she began calling upon her own strength to guide her, along with Pyrel, the Card of Fire. "Ancients of the soul, I call you for your passion, the bright flame that burns inside of ourselves. Neo genesises of the future, summon me. . . Pyrel! The Card of Fire!"
In a circle, as through it were trying to break free from the chains of hell, molten rock began spurting from the ground, accompanied by pyres of flame.
Her assailant had already finished his spell. With a sharp fling of his sword, a crack of lightning was hurling at Sakura, sparking and sizzling as it burned its way through the air.
Sakura twirled her wand in the air, ready to receive the blow. A shield of fire sprung out to defend her, as the powerful lightning pounded against it.
"My turn," Sakura said, her voice slightly raspy from exertion.
She slammed the head of her wand into the ground, as a trail of volcannic fire exploded through the dirt. The boy jumped into the air to dodge her attack; exactly what she had been hoping for.
She had never before attempted to do what she was about to. Already, the use of two Cards had drained her.
"Magic under my command, I call the Spirits of Fire and Water! Hydra and Pyrel, attack as one!"
Fire and Water spurt from the tip of Sakura's wand, which was held up high into the air. The two powers twisted around each other, joining to create a thick mist that clouded its way over the battle field.
Sakura stumbled onto her knee, gasping. It was hard to breath in this heavy moisture and she was already out of breath. But for the moment, she was safe from her anonymous attacker.
"Running never helped anyone," she heard him say softly.
Stalling for a bit more time, she stayed still, motionless as she was soundless. While she was busy rejuvenating, she was struck with an idea. After all, why shouldn't it work? Hydra and Pyrel were already on the field, lurking somewhere in the fog.
The boy, with his black her and thin-framed glasses, was busy scanning the area, trying ot see through the thick mist. 'Stupid girl. . .' he thought snidely. Didn't she know that water conducted electricity?
He raised his wand, and started an entirely new spell. A dangerous and entirely too cataclysmic attack that could permanently wipe any player out of the virtual world. He was cut short however, when a pillar of water materialised out of the fog, hitting him square in the chest.
He gawked at the surprise attack. She had been able to pinpoint his exact location by sensing his magical aura. She had called upon the fog as some sort of magical transporter, using it to attack him from any angle she desired.
This time, a barrage of fireballs were shooting out of the sky, undampened by the thick cloud. He didn't realize it had ever existed until it knocked him to the ground, leaving burn marks on his chest.
Immediately, the fog cleared and Sakura seized the opportunity to attack. Returning her staff to its original form as a sword, she charged, blasting towards him full force.
"Wait! Stop!" He cried.
Sakura heard his plea, and slowed down. Unwilling to let her gaurd down, she bristled slightly and tensed. What did he have in mind now?
"My name. . . is Spinel Sun. I am a virtual game hopper, and since I am, I declare you the winner."
"Virtual game hopper?" Sakura asked. Syaoran would have known what that was. The though of him made her regret leaving him. If she hadn't lost her temper, she wouldn't have gotten into this fight in the first place.
"I travel through games using the reed.com connection. I hunt down the best game players and see what they're made of."
He didn't stop there. Oh no, because what he was about to say next interested Sakura the most.
"And I have an interesting proposition for you."
~*~
"What the hell do you MEAN you can't find her?" Syaoran yelled, angrily eyeing his friends.
"Baka (idiot)!" Eriol shouted, just as frustrated as Syaoran was, "But if you hadn't pissed her off, we wouldn't be looking for her, WOULD WE?"
Before the two could end up brawling and beating the crap out of each other, Tomoyo stepped in with a worthy peace offering.
"Why didn't you guys just use the map to find her?"
"Ah yes, a brilliant idea Tomoyo-chan." Kero said enthusiastically.
"Kuso (shit)," Yue incoherently muttered to himself. "I cannot believe we didn't think of that!"
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Syaoran demanded, "Let's get going!"
"I think he thinks that this is some sort of race to find her." Tomoyo said, looking at Syaoran as he rushed away.
"Actually, I just think that's the way he gets when he's worried about someone," Eriol informed.