Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story except Magicka and Dane.
Author's Notes: Yeah this is the chapter where everything starts to get 'formalized' as I would put it.
Ch. 6-
"Talim… do not worry" Link lowered the Master Sword as he stared at Magicka.
"What? Don't worry? Are you insane!?"
"No… he could've killed me if he truly wished to."
"He had that dagger raised to you!"
"Did you notice any indication that he was going to bring it down upon me?"
"Well no… but…"
"Exactly my point"
~*^*~
Was he going insane? Maybe those pirate bastards were right… maybe he was psycho. No… he could he it quite clearly. In fact, he could hear it perfectly! He inched towards the wall, caught up in the cords that bound his ankles and hands, pressing his ear against it. Maxi heard two voices… both female… Yes they were talking about something… escaping? Yeah…
It was then he decided to use all his strength to hit the wall. "Hey!" He continued to yell as he threw his weight against the cold, wet, stone surface.
~*^*~
Kilik and Xianghua had been traveling for what seemed forever now. They hadn't left the Athens Port when there was a struggle. Some pirates began to harass then for money, unknowing they were far superiorly calibered fighters, except the strange fact when struck at, they didn't seem to get damaged at all, they only faltered and flinched. That's when they grabbed Sophitia, outnumbering the other two, they couldn't help at all as she was taken away.
Now away from looking for Soul Edge, they momentarily have to rescue their friend. To Kilik, this all seemed like an infectious conspiracy, drawn by the short amount of luck they gain for the extremely small amount of time it lasts. All he could hold onto was the ability to follow any path at all. All he could on to was the friendship he had with Xianghua. All he could onto at all, was to find his friend, Maxi.
~*^*~
"We're off to get shards of Soul Edge" replied Link, answering a question Magicka. Fully reequipped, he decided to follow the pair on their quest, at least, until they found Soul Edge.
"Where are you heading next?"
"We were going to a fortress belonging to a pirate overlord, Cervantes de' Leon. To rescue a friend, and take his shards."
"Did… you say Cervantes de' Leon?"
"Yeah, you heard of him?"
He decided not to lie, but not to reveal anything, "Yeah… heard of him."
Navi kept buzzing around Magicka's head. She wasn't to fond of him.
Talim seemed a little forgiving, and seemed to trust the Hylian's judgment. Then it seemed to hit a silent moment as everyone sapped in their destiny as it slowly approached, realizing the danger was very near…
~*^*~
Spawn was overseeing the horizon in the darkness, red cape flowing for what seemed like forever behind him. He was standing on both feet on the head of a gargoyle that was on the outside of the chapel that opened the only current gateway to Inferno, the guardian of Soul Edge and Soul Calibur. Spawn knew, yet he had no way of entering the crag that beheld the terror, so he thought. And it was then he simply questioned, "What is it you want?"
Nightmare was standing behind him. "A proposition."
"A proposition?"
"Yes"
"Tell me"
"You help me get Soul Edge, I will return you to your time and to your ever precious New York that you protect"
"You beast, I am no fool. You are Soul Edge"
"True, but I do not have my own beholding."
"I cannot trust your power to help me." He turned around and brought his demonic green eyes to evil's red eyes.
"You have no choice…"
"…. where are we to go first?"
"To the dockings of my old friend… that cheapskate Cervantes"
~*^*~
The warrior in the black cloak knocked lightly on the door of the blacksmith. He opened the door and looked at the man. He seemed to be about 6'2, with a black fedora on, brown hair which covered his eyes and ears from any visibility, a black traveling caped wrapped around his body, and the rest of a scar was seen running down his right cheek.
Estrilda stood next to the smith, "What do you want?" he moved his head upward, and simply answered, "I need to know directions to Cervantes's fortress."
"And why would I know where that is?"
"You don't. The hairs of a certain Takharu will"
Author's Notes: Yeah this is the chapter where everything starts to get 'formalized' as I would put it.
Ch. 6-
"Talim… do not worry" Link lowered the Master Sword as he stared at Magicka.
"What? Don't worry? Are you insane!?"
"No… he could've killed me if he truly wished to."
"He had that dagger raised to you!"
"Did you notice any indication that he was going to bring it down upon me?"
"Well no… but…"
"Exactly my point"
~*^*~
Was he going insane? Maybe those pirate bastards were right… maybe he was psycho. No… he could he it quite clearly. In fact, he could hear it perfectly! He inched towards the wall, caught up in the cords that bound his ankles and hands, pressing his ear against it. Maxi heard two voices… both female… Yes they were talking about something… escaping? Yeah…
It was then he decided to use all his strength to hit the wall. "Hey!" He continued to yell as he threw his weight against the cold, wet, stone surface.
~*^*~
Kilik and Xianghua had been traveling for what seemed forever now. They hadn't left the Athens Port when there was a struggle. Some pirates began to harass then for money, unknowing they were far superiorly calibered fighters, except the strange fact when struck at, they didn't seem to get damaged at all, they only faltered and flinched. That's when they grabbed Sophitia, outnumbering the other two, they couldn't help at all as she was taken away.
Now away from looking for Soul Edge, they momentarily have to rescue their friend. To Kilik, this all seemed like an infectious conspiracy, drawn by the short amount of luck they gain for the extremely small amount of time it lasts. All he could hold onto was the ability to follow any path at all. All he could on to was the friendship he had with Xianghua. All he could onto at all, was to find his friend, Maxi.
~*^*~
"We're off to get shards of Soul Edge" replied Link, answering a question Magicka. Fully reequipped, he decided to follow the pair on their quest, at least, until they found Soul Edge.
"Where are you heading next?"
"We were going to a fortress belonging to a pirate overlord, Cervantes de' Leon. To rescue a friend, and take his shards."
"Did… you say Cervantes de' Leon?"
"Yeah, you heard of him?"
He decided not to lie, but not to reveal anything, "Yeah… heard of him."
Navi kept buzzing around Magicka's head. She wasn't to fond of him.
Talim seemed a little forgiving, and seemed to trust the Hylian's judgment. Then it seemed to hit a silent moment as everyone sapped in their destiny as it slowly approached, realizing the danger was very near…
~*^*~
Spawn was overseeing the horizon in the darkness, red cape flowing for what seemed like forever behind him. He was standing on both feet on the head of a gargoyle that was on the outside of the chapel that opened the only current gateway to Inferno, the guardian of Soul Edge and Soul Calibur. Spawn knew, yet he had no way of entering the crag that beheld the terror, so he thought. And it was then he simply questioned, "What is it you want?"
Nightmare was standing behind him. "A proposition."
"A proposition?"
"Yes"
"Tell me"
"You help me get Soul Edge, I will return you to your time and to your ever precious New York that you protect"
"You beast, I am no fool. You are Soul Edge"
"True, but I do not have my own beholding."
"I cannot trust your power to help me." He turned around and brought his demonic green eyes to evil's red eyes.
"You have no choice…"
"…. where are we to go first?"
"To the dockings of my old friend… that cheapskate Cervantes"
~*^*~
The warrior in the black cloak knocked lightly on the door of the blacksmith. He opened the door and looked at the man. He seemed to be about 6'2, with a black fedora on, brown hair which covered his eyes and ears from any visibility, a black traveling caped wrapped around his body, and the rest of a scar was seen running down his right cheek.
Estrilda stood next to the smith, "What do you want?" he moved his head upward, and simply answered, "I need to know directions to Cervantes's fortress."
"And why would I know where that is?"
"You don't. The hairs of a certain Takharu will"