The heavy blade cut through the air, flames following after the gleaming
silver doom as it swung for the head of the demon that glared at the angel
with fiery crimson eyes and a grin that would make any human scream. The
pale blue fire that danced across its polished surface wild and content
with existence, though anxious sparks leaped into the air. An inhuman cry
screamed at the blade in anger, a flare of saliva spraying across the air
between the two figures. Metal clashed against metal, for just as quickly
as the sword came into existence, its rival, a scythe rose to the
challenge.
Blades screeched against each other and pulled away quickly, no wounds were present on both weapons. Looking to her foe, the angel smiled with determination and pushed against the air with her feathered wings, soaring towards the demon. With her great sword coming down for another swing she gripped the golden handle with both hands, thrusting her upper body into the attack. The white clothing that she was wearing fluttered against the breeze she created.
Pulling himself away from the first attack he snarled and spat at her, the scythe held in both hands. Raising his eyes he tracked the movement of the sword and shifted to the side, gliding smoothly away from the swords edge. A laugh cut through the air and he disappeared only to reappear behind the angle, wrapping an arm around her chest to have her pinned. "Psst. You missed." Laughing into her ear he drew back his head and exposed the sharp rows of fangs that lined the insides of his mouth. Hissing he threw his teeth towards her neck, opening wide for a bite.
Miyako gasped and immediately flipped the sword around with a swift maneuver of her hands. With her eyes wide as she was pulled against him she kicked helplessly at his shins, struggling with her free hand to get away. Feeling him take his head back from her neck, she jabbed the sword for what she hoped would be his throat. A sudden jerk on the sword as if something slammed into it made her hopes rise even when he howled and snarled in her ear. An instant later his hand fell away and he vanished with an echo.
"Sir...Is that blood she's got on her fingertips?"
Marvin jerked his head to the window, immediately looking to Miyako's hands. Looking over the room carefully, he turned his attention to the other woman that stood in the room, leaning over the killer that was stretched out on the table. Narrowing his eyes he blinked a few times in confusion at what he saw. The woman was looking at her hands, watching blood sit on her fingertips. "Turn on the intercom," he ordered the young man at the computers.
A small light above the window switched on with a tiny ring to signal the intercom. "Rs. Schalin, what's going on in there?" Marvin asked, scratching his lower chin. Watching the woman turn her head to the window and shrug, he awaited an answer from her.
"I don't know, sir. There's a sharp object jutting out of this man's neck, and blood's beginning to drip. It's staining the collar of his clothing, sir. Do you believe it's an effect of the machinery?"
Joe came to attention, staring through the window at the woman's fingertips. Staring hard at it, he went through his memories until he finally realized what was coming from Ken's neck. The Dark Seed that was implanted many years ago was finally going to be ejected by his body, by how it was happening left him puzzled. "..I know what it is."
The staff that was in the room turned to look at him, eyebrows raised and looking cynical until Marvin took the reigns and spoke for them, "Really, Dr.Kido? Care to enlighten us then?" A dim smirk was placed lightly on his lips and he folded his arms across his chest, watching Joe with the mocking look of a parent speaking to a teenager.
Looking away, Joe coughed to himself and scratched at the back of his neck, a habit he acquired when nervous. "It's difficult to explain...But..." Blinking, he cleared his throat and turned his eyes towards the men standing in the room and glanced to the woman in the other room who was also waiting. "This man was injected with poison in his early years...This must be a way of his body ejecting it..." Silence.
Marvin snorted and nudged the young man at the computers who looked as if he were ready to tell them something. Both weren't paying any attention to the monitors, along with ignoring the young man. "Right, Kido. That's bullshit." Shaking his head, Marvin turned away from Joe and looked to the woman. "Stand by and let him bleed. We'll clean it up later."
"Uh, sir..."
"Not now."
"But sir."
"I said-"
"Miyako's heart rate is on it's seventh rise, along with...Ken Ichijouji's."
"What?!"
Standing ready with her hands gripping the sword, Miyako's eyes darted around the dark room. Everything was quiet though she knew the Kaiser was ready for an attack as soon as she let her guard down. Turning her head back and forth, her wings hung in the air behind her, swaying gently and peacefully. Forming a plan, she let her shoulders droop and loosened her grip on the sword. Slowly lowering herself back to the ground she sighed and smiled. "Looks like I won."
"I don't think so." Suddenly appearing in front of her the Kaiser approached at a rapid pace, swinging his blade back and opening his mouth in a roar. "Time to die, bitch!" Thrusting the large blade of his scythe at her, he cackled with insanity and watched with wide, hungry eyes. "YOU'RE MINE!"
The sword was brought up and punctured his chest in the direct center, forcing a strangled cry of surprise from his throat. Miyako cried as well, sobbing as she watched the Kaiser look down at his chest in astonishment, obviously not expecting to lose. Before her the demon stumbled back, a thick dark purple steam wafting from the wound. "...You beat me...For the second time...Alone." His eyes narrowed and he glared into her eyes, ripping her apart inside. "...Damn you, you fucking brat."Growling from the back of his throat, he started walking towards her unsteadily. The darkness still leaking from his chest. "I...Won't...Let...You...Win...That. Easily."Lifting his arm he stretched out his fingers, the wickedly curved blades growing larger by the milliseconds. "You might have beaten me, but I'm a sore loser..."
Watching him stumble, dark mist pouring from his chest, she wondered if he'll ever let go. Crying, her face felt hot and wet, very disturbingly real. Pulling her foot up she turned her head away and kicked out her leg. The sickening feel of her sword grinding against bone, made her head reel and the gurgle he uttered twisted her stomach. "I'm sorry..."
Blades screeched against each other and pulled away quickly, no wounds were present on both weapons. Looking to her foe, the angel smiled with determination and pushed against the air with her feathered wings, soaring towards the demon. With her great sword coming down for another swing she gripped the golden handle with both hands, thrusting her upper body into the attack. The white clothing that she was wearing fluttered against the breeze she created.
Pulling himself away from the first attack he snarled and spat at her, the scythe held in both hands. Raising his eyes he tracked the movement of the sword and shifted to the side, gliding smoothly away from the swords edge. A laugh cut through the air and he disappeared only to reappear behind the angle, wrapping an arm around her chest to have her pinned. "Psst. You missed." Laughing into her ear he drew back his head and exposed the sharp rows of fangs that lined the insides of his mouth. Hissing he threw his teeth towards her neck, opening wide for a bite.
Miyako gasped and immediately flipped the sword around with a swift maneuver of her hands. With her eyes wide as she was pulled against him she kicked helplessly at his shins, struggling with her free hand to get away. Feeling him take his head back from her neck, she jabbed the sword for what she hoped would be his throat. A sudden jerk on the sword as if something slammed into it made her hopes rise even when he howled and snarled in her ear. An instant later his hand fell away and he vanished with an echo.
"Sir...Is that blood she's got on her fingertips?"
Marvin jerked his head to the window, immediately looking to Miyako's hands. Looking over the room carefully, he turned his attention to the other woman that stood in the room, leaning over the killer that was stretched out on the table. Narrowing his eyes he blinked a few times in confusion at what he saw. The woman was looking at her hands, watching blood sit on her fingertips. "Turn on the intercom," he ordered the young man at the computers.
A small light above the window switched on with a tiny ring to signal the intercom. "Rs. Schalin, what's going on in there?" Marvin asked, scratching his lower chin. Watching the woman turn her head to the window and shrug, he awaited an answer from her.
"I don't know, sir. There's a sharp object jutting out of this man's neck, and blood's beginning to drip. It's staining the collar of his clothing, sir. Do you believe it's an effect of the machinery?"
Joe came to attention, staring through the window at the woman's fingertips. Staring hard at it, he went through his memories until he finally realized what was coming from Ken's neck. The Dark Seed that was implanted many years ago was finally going to be ejected by his body, by how it was happening left him puzzled. "..I know what it is."
The staff that was in the room turned to look at him, eyebrows raised and looking cynical until Marvin took the reigns and spoke for them, "Really, Dr.Kido? Care to enlighten us then?" A dim smirk was placed lightly on his lips and he folded his arms across his chest, watching Joe with the mocking look of a parent speaking to a teenager.
Looking away, Joe coughed to himself and scratched at the back of his neck, a habit he acquired when nervous. "It's difficult to explain...But..." Blinking, he cleared his throat and turned his eyes towards the men standing in the room and glanced to the woman in the other room who was also waiting. "This man was injected with poison in his early years...This must be a way of his body ejecting it..." Silence.
Marvin snorted and nudged the young man at the computers who looked as if he were ready to tell them something. Both weren't paying any attention to the monitors, along with ignoring the young man. "Right, Kido. That's bullshit." Shaking his head, Marvin turned away from Joe and looked to the woman. "Stand by and let him bleed. We'll clean it up later."
"Uh, sir..."
"Not now."
"But sir."
"I said-"
"Miyako's heart rate is on it's seventh rise, along with...Ken Ichijouji's."
"What?!"
Standing ready with her hands gripping the sword, Miyako's eyes darted around the dark room. Everything was quiet though she knew the Kaiser was ready for an attack as soon as she let her guard down. Turning her head back and forth, her wings hung in the air behind her, swaying gently and peacefully. Forming a plan, she let her shoulders droop and loosened her grip on the sword. Slowly lowering herself back to the ground she sighed and smiled. "Looks like I won."
"I don't think so." Suddenly appearing in front of her the Kaiser approached at a rapid pace, swinging his blade back and opening his mouth in a roar. "Time to die, bitch!" Thrusting the large blade of his scythe at her, he cackled with insanity and watched with wide, hungry eyes. "YOU'RE MINE!"
The sword was brought up and punctured his chest in the direct center, forcing a strangled cry of surprise from his throat. Miyako cried as well, sobbing as she watched the Kaiser look down at his chest in astonishment, obviously not expecting to lose. Before her the demon stumbled back, a thick dark purple steam wafting from the wound. "...You beat me...For the second time...Alone." His eyes narrowed and he glared into her eyes, ripping her apart inside. "...Damn you, you fucking brat."Growling from the back of his throat, he started walking towards her unsteadily. The darkness still leaking from his chest. "I...Won't...Let...You...Win...That. Easily."Lifting his arm he stretched out his fingers, the wickedly curved blades growing larger by the milliseconds. "You might have beaten me, but I'm a sore loser..."
Watching him stumble, dark mist pouring from his chest, she wondered if he'll ever let go. Crying, her face felt hot and wet, very disturbingly real. Pulling her foot up she turned her head away and kicked out her leg. The sickening feel of her sword grinding against bone, made her head reel and the gurgle he uttered twisted her stomach. "I'm sorry..."