Chapter 2
I forgot to put the disclaimer in last time! Whoops! I do not own Wrath Of The Ninja and Sakon and Ayame don't belong to me.
Sakon galloped across the meadow on his stallion, a magnificent black beast called Bellese. The wind whipped through his short, straight hair, making him miss the waist length tresses that he used to have before the fever made him cut it. Ever since then, he had kept the hair short - mainly because it was more convenient to do so.
His horse headed towards the river in the woods - the place that Sakon and his brothers went to regularly when they needed to relax. As he neared the river, he could hear voices in the distance. He reined in Bellese and listened.
"Take your hands off me, you filthy pig," someone said in a cultured yet cold voice.
He heard rough laughter and someone else said, "Now, now, me pretty little thing. Ye're too sweet ta be walkin' dese here woods by yeself. The men an' me - we was jus' offerin' ye company. It's not safe fer ah lady."
Sakon could sense that trouble was brewing and he quickly dismounted, ready to help the person. He crept through the foliage until he came to a clearing. There, six men surrounded a woman in a cloak. He could not see her clearly because her back was to him but he could see the ragtag group of six that surrounded her. He prepared himself to go to her aid, when she laughed.
The sound made him look up in amazement and he was further stunned when he saw her pull a steel disc from under her cloak. She pulled back her arm and in one smooth motion, set the disc flying. The lethal, diamond tipped blade sliced through each of the men - effectively dispatching them. Sakon stood, mesmerized, as she calmly stooped and retrieved her weapon. Just then he realized that one of the men behind her was still alive and had raised his gun to fire at her.
With amazing speed, he whipped a dagger out of his belt and flung it at the man. The weapon buried itself in his neck and he made a sick, gurgling sound before he died. The girl spun around, ready to defend herself and launched the disc again. In a fluid motion, he pulled his longsword out of its sheath and blocked the blow. Her eyes widened and she dropped to a fighting stance.
He held up his hands. "I'm not here to fight you. He was going to shoot you in the back."
She still looked skeptical so he placed his sword on the ground. "Look. I'm unarmed. Are you okay though?"
Finally, she spoke. "I'm fine. Thank you."
"Well you're welcome. That was a fine piece of fighting though." He studied her features. She had large amber eyes that were a shade darker than his unusual golden ones. Her hair was inky black and her skin was a creamy, peach tone. It would have been hard for him to believe that this delicate-looking, feminine creature was such a skilled killer if he hadn't seen it for himself.
Then again, he thought, with a wry twist of his mouth, no one would ever peg Aphro and Ry as fighters either.
Ayame wondered what was going through the tall, auburn-haired man's mind that had made him smile. He was uncommonly good-looking with short, messy hair, aquiline features and mesmerizing golden-brown eyes. Like a cat, she thought. Shaking her head to clear the thought, she bent and retrieved her disc.
"Thank you for your help," she said, reattaching her weapon to her belt. She walked towards her stallion and mounted.
As she spurred the horse to action, she heard him call out, "What's your name?"
"Ayame!" she yelled as she rode off through the forest.
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I forgot to put the disclaimer in last time! Whoops! I do not own Wrath Of The Ninja and Sakon and Ayame don't belong to me.
Sakon galloped across the meadow on his stallion, a magnificent black beast called Bellese. The wind whipped through his short, straight hair, making him miss the waist length tresses that he used to have before the fever made him cut it. Ever since then, he had kept the hair short - mainly because it was more convenient to do so.
His horse headed towards the river in the woods - the place that Sakon and his brothers went to regularly when they needed to relax. As he neared the river, he could hear voices in the distance. He reined in Bellese and listened.
"Take your hands off me, you filthy pig," someone said in a cultured yet cold voice.
He heard rough laughter and someone else said, "Now, now, me pretty little thing. Ye're too sweet ta be walkin' dese here woods by yeself. The men an' me - we was jus' offerin' ye company. It's not safe fer ah lady."
Sakon could sense that trouble was brewing and he quickly dismounted, ready to help the person. He crept through the foliage until he came to a clearing. There, six men surrounded a woman in a cloak. He could not see her clearly because her back was to him but he could see the ragtag group of six that surrounded her. He prepared himself to go to her aid, when she laughed.
The sound made him look up in amazement and he was further stunned when he saw her pull a steel disc from under her cloak. She pulled back her arm and in one smooth motion, set the disc flying. The lethal, diamond tipped blade sliced through each of the men - effectively dispatching them. Sakon stood, mesmerized, as she calmly stooped and retrieved her weapon. Just then he realized that one of the men behind her was still alive and had raised his gun to fire at her.
With amazing speed, he whipped a dagger out of his belt and flung it at the man. The weapon buried itself in his neck and he made a sick, gurgling sound before he died. The girl spun around, ready to defend herself and launched the disc again. In a fluid motion, he pulled his longsword out of its sheath and blocked the blow. Her eyes widened and she dropped to a fighting stance.
He held up his hands. "I'm not here to fight you. He was going to shoot you in the back."
She still looked skeptical so he placed his sword on the ground. "Look. I'm unarmed. Are you okay though?"
Finally, she spoke. "I'm fine. Thank you."
"Well you're welcome. That was a fine piece of fighting though." He studied her features. She had large amber eyes that were a shade darker than his unusual golden ones. Her hair was inky black and her skin was a creamy, peach tone. It would have been hard for him to believe that this delicate-looking, feminine creature was such a skilled killer if he hadn't seen it for himself.
Then again, he thought, with a wry twist of his mouth, no one would ever peg Aphro and Ry as fighters either.
Ayame wondered what was going through the tall, auburn-haired man's mind that had made him smile. He was uncommonly good-looking with short, messy hair, aquiline features and mesmerizing golden-brown eyes. Like a cat, she thought. Shaking her head to clear the thought, she bent and retrieved her disc.
"Thank you for your help," she said, reattaching her weapon to her belt. She walked towards her stallion and mounted.
As she spurred the horse to action, she heard him call out, "What's your name?"
"Ayame!" she yelled as she rode off through the forest.
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