Parallel Lines
By: The Indigo Fire
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; please don't sue the living daylights out of me.
A/N: This is my first ever MOTU fic so please be gentle. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Prologue
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The distinctive sound of metal hitting metal echoed across the expanse of jungle that surrounded them. Their attacks came at lightning fast speeds, each one blocked just as quickly. The two opponents were total opposites; one used attacks which were fierce and full of emotion, while the other was more methodical only expelling energy only when necessary.
The battle moved from the ground to the treetops, both maneuvering with uncanny grace and speed. Neither one gained the advantage in the battle, both thoroughly held their ground. A figure shrouded in shadow carefully hid himself in the foliage of the trees, his blue tinted skin concealed his form as he waited for his opportune moment to strike.
His prey stood on another branch slightly lower than where he was perched, the cape that surrounded him flapped in the light breeze that had recently began to stir. The silence was ominous between the two, seeming to last forever as both stood completely still. Finally, the hunter struck at his prey, leaping from his hiding spot and viciously slashing his two swords. The other man jumped to the ground with a brief moment to spare, the branch he had on was now a pile of fire wood on the jungle floor.
Both men landed in a crouching position facing each other, each one eyeing for any sign of weakness. "Careful Keldor, another few inches higher and you would have cut my head off."
A thin lipped smile came to Keldor's face, one that was either made of dry humor or feral tenacity. "That just means you're getting slow in your old age, Randor." His tone was light and joking, his words offering a friendly challenge for another time. As he stood he locked his two swords together to form one single blade, making his way to Randor he offered his hand to him.
Randor accepted the hand, "Thank you, my friend. I believe that this was the best sparing match we've had to date. Are you sure you're not using any of you mystic powers to give you an edge?" He offered the other man a half smile as he sheathed his sword into the hide scabbard.
"I would never turn the use of my magic onto someone I call a friend, needless to say a brother."
Randor said nothing, nodding solemnly instead. Their conversation was interrupted as the communicator on Randor's began to trill. "What is it Duncan?"
"Captain Randor," the familiar disembodied voice began. "Your presence is requested before the Council of Elders."
A sigh escaped from him as he placed his hand to transmit button on his wrist, "Very well, we're on our way." He closed the channel and looked up at Keldor, "Are you coming?"
"I'm right behind you, Captain Randor." Waiting till Randor was several paces before him he tightened the grip on his dual sword; separating the blades he spun them between the fingers of each of his hands at blurring speeds before slicing the tree nearest to him in twain. "Right behind you."
By: The Indigo Fire
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; please don't sue the living daylights out of me.
A/N: This is my first ever MOTU fic so please be gentle. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Prologue
~*~*~*
The distinctive sound of metal hitting metal echoed across the expanse of jungle that surrounded them. Their attacks came at lightning fast speeds, each one blocked just as quickly. The two opponents were total opposites; one used attacks which were fierce and full of emotion, while the other was more methodical only expelling energy only when necessary.
The battle moved from the ground to the treetops, both maneuvering with uncanny grace and speed. Neither one gained the advantage in the battle, both thoroughly held their ground. A figure shrouded in shadow carefully hid himself in the foliage of the trees, his blue tinted skin concealed his form as he waited for his opportune moment to strike.
His prey stood on another branch slightly lower than where he was perched, the cape that surrounded him flapped in the light breeze that had recently began to stir. The silence was ominous between the two, seeming to last forever as both stood completely still. Finally, the hunter struck at his prey, leaping from his hiding spot and viciously slashing his two swords. The other man jumped to the ground with a brief moment to spare, the branch he had on was now a pile of fire wood on the jungle floor.
Both men landed in a crouching position facing each other, each one eyeing for any sign of weakness. "Careful Keldor, another few inches higher and you would have cut my head off."
A thin lipped smile came to Keldor's face, one that was either made of dry humor or feral tenacity. "That just means you're getting slow in your old age, Randor." His tone was light and joking, his words offering a friendly challenge for another time. As he stood he locked his two swords together to form one single blade, making his way to Randor he offered his hand to him.
Randor accepted the hand, "Thank you, my friend. I believe that this was the best sparing match we've had to date. Are you sure you're not using any of you mystic powers to give you an edge?" He offered the other man a half smile as he sheathed his sword into the hide scabbard.
"I would never turn the use of my magic onto someone I call a friend, needless to say a brother."
Randor said nothing, nodding solemnly instead. Their conversation was interrupted as the communicator on Randor's began to trill. "What is it Duncan?"
"Captain Randor," the familiar disembodied voice began. "Your presence is requested before the Council of Elders."
A sigh escaped from him as he placed his hand to transmit button on his wrist, "Very well, we're on our way." He closed the channel and looked up at Keldor, "Are you coming?"
"I'm right behind you, Captain Randor." Waiting till Randor was several paces before him he tightened the grip on his dual sword; separating the blades he spun them between the fingers of each of his hands at blurring speeds before slicing the tree nearest to him in twain. "Right behind you."
