Author's Note: Hey! Sorry it took a while for me to get this up . . . actually, it hasn't really bee that long, what 3 days since my last update? I guess I'm just feeling behind cuz I had that last chapter typed and ready to post before the site close down but I forgot to . . . ;-; . . . so it seems like about a week. I've been a busy girly on other stuff though , too. Like I just got the first chapter of a Gundam wing fic (co-written by my close friend butterflygurl) and that's my first real attempt at humor. But it actually has a plot (you might wanna read it striker *hint hint*) and apart from that, I've also started typing up a new original work called Warrior Sword – The Dawn of a New Era. I think it's gonna be a pretty interesting story.
Ya know what, this is the first a/n I've written since v-day. So I'm gonna ask ya all how your v-day went. In case you're wondering, and you probably aren't . . . my v-day went great! Daredevil is a great movie, btw. Actually, I don't know how accurate it is with the comics, cuz I've never read any daredevil (I have read other Marvel, though). I like the battle choreography, though. Good stuff. And I went snow tubing on pres. day. Yes, I've had a very good last few days! ^_^
Okie, enough about me. I don't have the reviews open right now, so I'm going to try and address everything . . . if I forgot, just remind me, k?
I'm sorry about confusing you, striker, but it's supposed to be confusing. All of this confusing stuff (I'm assuming you're talking about Sonari and Yani's argument) is all about dropping hints and foreshadowing and stuff about who exactly Sonari and Yani are, and what they're doing in Lahrin. If you go back and read the first chapter, then read that argument again, it might clear a few things up. If not, well, you'll find out later. I'm gonna reveal that stuff pretty soon, well, in terms of how long the fic's gonna be.
And aerena, I'm glad you love this fic! I do too! ^_^
Okie, now, I'll bet you're all like, 'will she just shut up and give us the next chapter?' and your answer is, 'yes, of course! Shutting up!'
Here ya go! Fight chappie!
Defeat of a Warrior"If you want me to leave, then you give the first blow. I'd like to see any Wingly shed any of my blood."
"I have no wish to fight you. I just want peace in this town!"
"Are you a fool? There is never peace! There are always people who fight! I just happen to be one of them."
"Then leave this town!" The young Wingly was quickly losing her patience.
"Then make me . . ." Sonari's voice was barely more than a feral growl.
Sil-alia sighed and shook her head. She didn't want to fight . . . but if he wouldn't leave, she would have to put him in his place. She swung her Shurikama around so it was parallel to the ground, pointing at Sonari. She gripped the hilt tightly and put her weight onto her back foot. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to find the internal void that made the wielder part of the weapon. Sonari's mouth twisted into a half smile as he saw the chance to test his strength once again. Ever since he left his home, this was what he lived for . . .
"Finally, you come around. Now, let's see what sort of skill you have."
Sil-alia studied Sonari's stance, searching for a weakness, an opening, anywhere she could get her blade in to draw blood. She shaft of his Shotel crossed his body, effectively protecting the whole of it from an attack. She decided that the only way to even have a chance at breaking through that defense was to hit him fast and hard. As a Wingly, she was naturally faster than most Humans. She could use that speed to her advantage. She used the weight on her back leg in an almost springboard action, and darted in on Sonari's left side. She swung her Shurikama so that the right blade came down at a 45 degree angle. Sonari simply lifted the bottom of the shaft so it blocked the blade, then followed through with a horizontal swipe of his blade. Sil-alia had to tuck roll to avoid the sharp metal, and she didn't miss it by much. She jumped back up and waited, half bouncing on the balls of her feet. She now knew that this guy was very good, especially for a Human. No Man she had ever fought before had managed to keep up with her like that. So, she'd just have to step it up a notch . . .
Sonari could tell also that this girl would be a tougher foe to beat than his other adversaries as of late. But all that thought did for him was to pump him full of adrenaline and make him more eager to fight. But his tactician's skills won over his impulsiveness and he waited until the Wingly had shown him exactly was she was made of. She could do better than that pitiful display. He could feel it.
He looked down with a passing glance at the back of his right hand. He almost did a double take when he noticed that the 8-pointed symbol was . . . glowing? It had never done that before . . . He snapped his attention back to the Wingly warrior, and once again, his attention was fully on her as she came in for another attack.
Time seemed to slow down for the two fighters. Sil-alia thrust in with her sword at stomach level. Sonari raised the shaft to block the blow. The Shurikama got momentarily stuck in the wood of the shaft, and in that moment, Sil-alia kicked one booted heel into Sonari's stomach, which had been left open by the raising of his weapon, and twisted her wrists to yank the metal out of the wood. She backed off a few paces while Sonari almost doubled over. He coughed a couple of times, then straightened again. His eyes shone pure hate at the young Wingly warrior.
"That's it. I've had enough. You've pushed me one step too far . . ." Sil-alia was amazed by how even he kept his tone while that glare mauled his hazel eyes.
He came upon her with a whirlwind of blows, each one furious and driven by some inhuman force that Sil-alia couldn't even begin to try and understand. She was put hopelessly on the defensive seeing as it was all she could do to block his blows. They seemed to come from random directions, with random power and force behind each one. She had no way of knowing where the next blow would come from or how hard it would be. Left, right, center, left, center, left, right, center, the list went on and on. With each blow, Sil-alia was weakening. She had never fought an opponent like this before. He seemed to have the strength of the Destroyer himself, a vast reservoir that never ended. Her movements became slower and slower. And still, this mysterious Human's strength seemed to know no limits. A blow came in from her left, but this time she couldn't raise her Shurikama fast enough to block it totally. Her blade came up just in time to glance off the curved surface of the scythe, sending sparks flying in all directions, but still the point of the blade ended up at the side of her neck. She forced herself not to close her eyes, so that she may look upon her killer in the moment of her death, and was surprised to hear his rough chuckle.
"You're dead. You tire," it was a statement, not a question, "but you may still have strength enough to amuse me. You have been my worthiest opponent in a long time." He withdrew the point of his blade. "Again?"
Sil-alia backed away, wondering what she had done worthy of the miracle she had just received. She knew now that she couldn't beat him with swordplay, so she would have to beat him with . . . other methods . . .
Sil-alia stood back and let her Shurikama fall relaxed at her left side. She raised her right hand, palm up, to the sky. She closed her eyes and concentrated on gathering the energies around her. She could feel them cracking around her. She opened her eyes at the same instant she switched the position of her hands. A bolt of purple lightning illuminated the sky and struck her now raised Shurikama. But the electricity, instead of jolting through her body and frying her alive, crackled and sparked around her sword.
Sonari watched this whole scene unfold with fascination. The number of Winglies now born with the innate power to use magic was diminishing as they interbred with Humans. He didn't think that there were all that many left. But here was one, right before his eyes, thinking that she could use magic to overcome him. Magic, of all things. Well, he would show her that Sonari wasn't so easy to get rid of.
Sil-alia raised the Shurikama above her head and twirled it around. And around, and around. The purple sparks were starting to fly off of the blade now, as it spun through the air. Sonari looked down suddenly to see that purple electricity was crackling on the ground all around him. He chuckled and held out his right hand, and began to concentrate. Sil-alia twirled the Shurikama one last time before stopping its movement abruptly and bringing it down to her side.
The purple sparks around Sonari exploded into a small mushroom cloud of purple electricity. There weren't many people who would still be standing after being hit full force by that. But as the electricity died away, Sil-alia was speechless to find Sonari still standing there. He was holding out his right hand, and there were still a few purple sparks that clung to what appeared to be an invisible shield around him.
How can that be? How can he do that? I thought that the only way to ward a magical attack was by a magical . . . Sil-alia stopped that train of thought as she saw Sonari off his guard. She ran towards him, thinking that maybe she could take him down this time. If he wasn't concentrating, then that would level the playing field, so to speak. But instead of him coming to meet her charge, Sonari changed his hand's position so it was facing the Wingly. He pushed outwards, and Sil-alia flew off her feet backwards and ended up on her butt in the middle of the street.
That's, that's impossible! How could he do that to me? The only thing that I know that would be able to do that is . . . No! It can't be! He can't have . . . He just can't! Sil-alia managed to regroup as she pushed herself off from the ground. Errant wisps of hair had fallen out of her loose braid, and she pushed them out of her face and behind her ears. She called to Sonari, trying to figure out the answer to this newly discovered mystery.
"Are you truly Human? Surely you are not of Human stock!"
"Shut up you stupid Wingly. What business is that of yours? I am not so ignorant that I do not know my own parents!" With that outburst, Sonari went on the offensive for only the second time. As Sil-alia had realized from experience, she couldn't beat him by trying to block his moves, so she sidestepped, ducked under the expected counter strike and flew up into the setting sun.
Hm. Perhaps I underestimated my young opponent. That was a smart move. Now I can't see her without almost blinding myself in the sun. Oh well. She can't stay up there forever . . .
And Sonari was right. Sil-alia flew down towards him quicker than he expected that she would. He stood there, waiting for her to get closer. Waiting, closer . . . At the last second, he sidestepped neatly, sending Sil-alia crashing to the ground. The force of the impact was enough to leave her stunned and hardly able to move. Her Shurikama fell out of her hand, and she couldn't reach it when Sonari walked over to her. He wedged the toe of his booted foot under her shoulder and flipped her onto her back.
"You might be a match for me. Someday. When you grow up. Perhaps." Sonari glanced over his shoulder to see Yani standing with Rigana, both of them still in shock after witnessing the vicious fight. "Come, Yani. We will stay here tonight." Yani followed his friend off into the sunset.
Sonari's step was quicker than it normally was. All he saw was the young Wingly girl's face contorted in pain. All he knew was that he wanted to get away from that picture. But what bothered him most was the fact that it this image was haunting him, and he didn't even know the girl's name . . . she was just a face. A face in pain.
Author's Note: Mwahahaha! First fight scene! You like? Tell me honestly, cuz I haven't written a big fight scene like that before. What did ya like and what didn't ya like. Drop it in your review, and we'll all be happy! Ksies, I'd better go now. I wanna get this posted tonight . . .