Pain Freak
Ronin Setora
Prologue
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A clash, a grunt, a retreat. Quick steps followed by swifter ones.
"Coward!!!"
A thin body, clothed in cut-off hakama and sleeveless gi, ceased fleeing his
opponent. With fear in his eyes he took the best offensive position possible
with three walls about him. His sword quivered as his eyes flashed left and
right, seemingly to find escape.
The Shinsengumi swordsman that had trapped the youth assumed a strong stance
and whispered,
"Rookie."
He dashed in, ready for the kill. The amatuer so-appearing turned his strong
arm, lead arm to the blow and allowed it to draw his blood. As the Nibu Wolf
proceeded to follow up his slash with another, the warrior found his arms
strangely light. Non-existant they seemed, so light were his arms. In the
same moment his hands fell to the ground, his head was severed from his
shoulders, blood flying from the skillfully weilded sword of the youth.
The fear in his eyes was gone and his sword held firm in his right hand. He
seemed an experienced warrior to any that would be so unfortunate to witness
him battle. Blood flowed freely from no less than twenty wounds along his
arms, legs and chest. Pain overtook him and he fell to his knees, hugging his
shoulders.
But upon his face lay a smile; from deep in his throat came an intense moan
of pleasure. So he did crouch, pleased, amongst a score of bodies, scattered
and drenched in their own blood.
~Matsu minna, matsu
Ronin Setora, Feb. 04, 2003
Ronin Setora
Prologue
------------------------------
A clash, a grunt, a retreat. Quick steps followed by swifter ones.
"Coward!!!"
A thin body, clothed in cut-off hakama and sleeveless gi, ceased fleeing his
opponent. With fear in his eyes he took the best offensive position possible
with three walls about him. His sword quivered as his eyes flashed left and
right, seemingly to find escape.
The Shinsengumi swordsman that had trapped the youth assumed a strong stance
and whispered,
"Rookie."
He dashed in, ready for the kill. The amatuer so-appearing turned his strong
arm, lead arm to the blow and allowed it to draw his blood. As the Nibu Wolf
proceeded to follow up his slash with another, the warrior found his arms
strangely light. Non-existant they seemed, so light were his arms. In the
same moment his hands fell to the ground, his head was severed from his
shoulders, blood flying from the skillfully weilded sword of the youth.
The fear in his eyes was gone and his sword held firm in his right hand. He
seemed an experienced warrior to any that would be so unfortunate to witness
him battle. Blood flowed freely from no less than twenty wounds along his
arms, legs and chest. Pain overtook him and he fell to his knees, hugging his
shoulders.
But upon his face lay a smile; from deep in his throat came an intense moan
of pleasure. So he did crouch, pleased, amongst a score of bodies, scattered
and drenched in their own blood.
~Matsu minna, matsu
Ronin Setora, Feb. 04, 2003
