Hey guys! Wacha doin? I really don't have anything to say! *gasps from
audience* I know! Bizarre huh? Well perhaps I'll respond to some reviews!
Griffin: new college eh? Mind if I ask where? Glad you're hooked! *rubs hands dubiously* phase three of my plan for world domination is complete!
Queeny: Glad you like ki. I like ki. Extravagant usage of words? Like what?!? Like extravagant isn't a big enough word for ya?!? Ha only kidding chica. Only kidding.
I'm on freakin fire writing huh!?! Cael's trying to make up his absence I suppose. Anyone got some food they'd like to share? *tummy rumbles* oro... o.0 *^*^*^*^*^*^*^^^^^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
The Cleric was shaking with rage and sadness. The Assassin had to be dead. No one could survive a blast like that, not even her. His cold blue eyes met the blazing amber ones of Ronin. The Cleric's grip tightened on the hilt of Avenger. Ronin's cocky smile erupted into a full-blown laugh.
"I didn't think you would have done it! That was too good! Do it again! Come on, give her a little juice," Ronin said between laughs, his eyes watering from his mirth. The Cleric narrowed his eyes and set his jaw. With speed that would have made the Assassin proud he ran at the bastard that made him kill her. There was no excuse.
Ronin's mirth didn't end when the Cleric's blade came crashing down on him, only centimeters from taking off his head. All of the Cleric's weight went into his Avenger, pressing on Ronin's blade wrought of fire. Ronin took a step back, bringing the Cleric back to the ground. He prepared to lunge again when the wind picked up ferociously. Ronin was about to dismiss it when a roar erupted from behind him.
The Assassin stood, torn clothes and grimy face, with her katana drawn. Her shirt was scorched in the torso so badly it was practically nonexistent. Only the top part of her shirt remained. Her pants were ripped badly but were in better shape than her shirt. She had pulled her long brown hair up in a ponytail, exposing the full extent of her tattoo. It traced around the nape of her neck and peeked around the sides. There were still cuts on her face and arms but she stood as if none of it existed. Her fiery gaze only fixed on Ronin. Her hazel eyes were hard with anger and loathing. The wind swirled around her, tugging lightly at the wisps of hair that framed her face. She was pissed. Pissed didn't even cover the word. She was like a viper that got poked one too many times and was ready to strike the next person she lay her pretty eyes on, namely Ronin.
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The Cleric held his breath when he heard the roar that came from behind him. He wished he had heard it but he knew it was only him wishing. He didn't notice the shift in wind. It wasn't until Ronin's eyes bulged and jaw dropped did he turn around. She was alive! The tension left his body and he blinked a few times, just to be sure. She was there. She was real.
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*shield your eyes chillins who don't like profane language. The Assassin cusses as much as me in this one part so just roll with it or scroll past it*
"You fucking BASTARD!!! Who gave you permission to get into MY head and make ME try to hurt HIM?!?! Who do you think you are screwing with? You think this is fucking funny?" she demanded.
Ronin looked slightly paled as she emphasized every world containing her by a step and increase in volume. She held herself calm with the breezes slightly wrapping around her.
"So now," she said in a quiet tone, "you are going to suffer."
Her eyes narrowed and she stopped some ten feet or so from Ronin.
"Learn how it feels to piss off the very person who can take away what you hold dear; your power!" she roared and Ronin buckled over in pain.
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For the first time, the Cleric could see what the Assassin saw when she looked at someone who knew at least some semblance of how to fight. A blinding yellow light surrounded her. It was impossible to see her actual shape. Ronin had a sickly red color that was seeping out of him. He looked down curiously at his own hands. Blue lights illuminated them, along with his forearms and legs and, well, all of him. He tried to look at the Assassin again and hurt his eyes.
'How does she do this without sunglasses all the time?' he pondered.
He returned his gaze to Ronin. The sickly red color was draining from his body and tracing along the ground like a fine mist. It was easier to see his actual body than it was to see the Assassin's, whom he could only see out of the corner of his eye.
'Holy crap.'
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*sends apocalypse to get food but he refuses* I'm tired of being hungry, be back to get food momentarily.
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Ronin gagged and gasped, his eyes bulging slightly. He was on his knees now, seemingly bowed to the Assassin. She glared at him with intensity. Arm extended, she was slowly tapping all of Ronin's energy out of him. She shivered slightly and stumbled back a step. Not much, but enough to make the strain evident to the Cleric. Her ki shone brightly with the intensity of a hundred spotlights with the yellowish glow of lightening bugs.
Ronin's ki was almost drained with red only showing up in traces around his heart. Tears streamed down his face in agony. With a deep sigh, he fell forward onto his face. There was not a trace of red in him. The Assassin sighed and sat down. Her ki had lessened to a calmer tone. Her face was sweaty and her extremities tingled. She looked over at the Cleric who was standing with his jaw open. She laughed lightly.
"Trying to catch bugs for dinner?"
He snapped his jaw shut but continued to gape. She sighed and patted the grass next to her, indicating for him to sit there. He walked over and sat as she wished. She looked at the burnt ground below her and began to speak, avoiding the Cleric's eyes.
"I bet you're wondering what I was doing," she began slowly, "and how I knew how to do it."
"You stole his ki," the Cleric blurted and she spun to look him in the face.
She gave him a puzzled look and he continued. "When in the middle of you doin' your thing I saw a blinding yellow light, and I do mean blinding, coming off of you and a red color trailing off of him," he nodded in the direction of Ronin, "How DO you look at anyone?!? It was so impossible to look at you when you were doing your thing, now I can't see it at all on you."
She smiled. "See why I complain about you flaunting your ki about? You practically blind me half the time and the other half I'm surprised that a flock of evil doesn't jump you in a parking lot! I hide my ki."
He just looked at her confused. She sighed and continued on with her explanation. "It happened about, oh, let's go with about a century or two ago. During a dream, a being made of pure light told me that I would need this ability to defeat the Dragon in the end. He told me not to use it until I felt the time was right. I was trained that night and that's kinda when I started to sense ki," she shrugged, "I guess that's it. I never told you because, well, I kinda forgot about it. I mean, I could see ki all of the time but I never seemed to put two and two together and remember what I was taught that night."
The Cleric examined the parched earth between his legs. An unreadable expression adorned his face.
"So is he dead," he asked the ground.
"No, well at least he shouldn't be. He's just kinda in a coma. I think," she said getting up and walking over to Ronin's still form.
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*falls over coughing* I am deathly allergic to cats and I just spent an hour and a half at someone's house who has two long haired ones. My eyes are swollen shut and I cant see what I'm typing anymore so you're going to have to deal with this!
Griffin: new college eh? Mind if I ask where? Glad you're hooked! *rubs hands dubiously* phase three of my plan for world domination is complete!
Queeny: Glad you like ki. I like ki. Extravagant usage of words? Like what?!? Like extravagant isn't a big enough word for ya?!? Ha only kidding chica. Only kidding.
I'm on freakin fire writing huh!?! Cael's trying to make up his absence I suppose. Anyone got some food they'd like to share? *tummy rumbles* oro... o.0 *^*^*^*^*^*^*^^^^^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
The Cleric was shaking with rage and sadness. The Assassin had to be dead. No one could survive a blast like that, not even her. His cold blue eyes met the blazing amber ones of Ronin. The Cleric's grip tightened on the hilt of Avenger. Ronin's cocky smile erupted into a full-blown laugh.
"I didn't think you would have done it! That was too good! Do it again! Come on, give her a little juice," Ronin said between laughs, his eyes watering from his mirth. The Cleric narrowed his eyes and set his jaw. With speed that would have made the Assassin proud he ran at the bastard that made him kill her. There was no excuse.
Ronin's mirth didn't end when the Cleric's blade came crashing down on him, only centimeters from taking off his head. All of the Cleric's weight went into his Avenger, pressing on Ronin's blade wrought of fire. Ronin took a step back, bringing the Cleric back to the ground. He prepared to lunge again when the wind picked up ferociously. Ronin was about to dismiss it when a roar erupted from behind him.
The Assassin stood, torn clothes and grimy face, with her katana drawn. Her shirt was scorched in the torso so badly it was practically nonexistent. Only the top part of her shirt remained. Her pants were ripped badly but were in better shape than her shirt. She had pulled her long brown hair up in a ponytail, exposing the full extent of her tattoo. It traced around the nape of her neck and peeked around the sides. There were still cuts on her face and arms but she stood as if none of it existed. Her fiery gaze only fixed on Ronin. Her hazel eyes were hard with anger and loathing. The wind swirled around her, tugging lightly at the wisps of hair that framed her face. She was pissed. Pissed didn't even cover the word. She was like a viper that got poked one too many times and was ready to strike the next person she lay her pretty eyes on, namely Ronin.
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The Cleric held his breath when he heard the roar that came from behind him. He wished he had heard it but he knew it was only him wishing. He didn't notice the shift in wind. It wasn't until Ronin's eyes bulged and jaw dropped did he turn around. She was alive! The tension left his body and he blinked a few times, just to be sure. She was there. She was real.
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*shield your eyes chillins who don't like profane language. The Assassin cusses as much as me in this one part so just roll with it or scroll past it*
"You fucking BASTARD!!! Who gave you permission to get into MY head and make ME try to hurt HIM?!?! Who do you think you are screwing with? You think this is fucking funny?" she demanded.
Ronin looked slightly paled as she emphasized every world containing her by a step and increase in volume. She held herself calm with the breezes slightly wrapping around her.
"So now," she said in a quiet tone, "you are going to suffer."
Her eyes narrowed and she stopped some ten feet or so from Ronin.
"Learn how it feels to piss off the very person who can take away what you hold dear; your power!" she roared and Ronin buckled over in pain.
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For the first time, the Cleric could see what the Assassin saw when she looked at someone who knew at least some semblance of how to fight. A blinding yellow light surrounded her. It was impossible to see her actual shape. Ronin had a sickly red color that was seeping out of him. He looked down curiously at his own hands. Blue lights illuminated them, along with his forearms and legs and, well, all of him. He tried to look at the Assassin again and hurt his eyes.
'How does she do this without sunglasses all the time?' he pondered.
He returned his gaze to Ronin. The sickly red color was draining from his body and tracing along the ground like a fine mist. It was easier to see his actual body than it was to see the Assassin's, whom he could only see out of the corner of his eye.
'Holy crap.'
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*sends apocalypse to get food but he refuses* I'm tired of being hungry, be back to get food momentarily.
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Ronin gagged and gasped, his eyes bulging slightly. He was on his knees now, seemingly bowed to the Assassin. She glared at him with intensity. Arm extended, she was slowly tapping all of Ronin's energy out of him. She shivered slightly and stumbled back a step. Not much, but enough to make the strain evident to the Cleric. Her ki shone brightly with the intensity of a hundred spotlights with the yellowish glow of lightening bugs.
Ronin's ki was almost drained with red only showing up in traces around his heart. Tears streamed down his face in agony. With a deep sigh, he fell forward onto his face. There was not a trace of red in him. The Assassin sighed and sat down. Her ki had lessened to a calmer tone. Her face was sweaty and her extremities tingled. She looked over at the Cleric who was standing with his jaw open. She laughed lightly.
"Trying to catch bugs for dinner?"
He snapped his jaw shut but continued to gape. She sighed and patted the grass next to her, indicating for him to sit there. He walked over and sat as she wished. She looked at the burnt ground below her and began to speak, avoiding the Cleric's eyes.
"I bet you're wondering what I was doing," she began slowly, "and how I knew how to do it."
"You stole his ki," the Cleric blurted and she spun to look him in the face.
She gave him a puzzled look and he continued. "When in the middle of you doin' your thing I saw a blinding yellow light, and I do mean blinding, coming off of you and a red color trailing off of him," he nodded in the direction of Ronin, "How DO you look at anyone?!? It was so impossible to look at you when you were doing your thing, now I can't see it at all on you."
She smiled. "See why I complain about you flaunting your ki about? You practically blind me half the time and the other half I'm surprised that a flock of evil doesn't jump you in a parking lot! I hide my ki."
He just looked at her confused. She sighed and continued on with her explanation. "It happened about, oh, let's go with about a century or two ago. During a dream, a being made of pure light told me that I would need this ability to defeat the Dragon in the end. He told me not to use it until I felt the time was right. I was trained that night and that's kinda when I started to sense ki," she shrugged, "I guess that's it. I never told you because, well, I kinda forgot about it. I mean, I could see ki all of the time but I never seemed to put two and two together and remember what I was taught that night."
The Cleric examined the parched earth between his legs. An unreadable expression adorned his face.
"So is he dead," he asked the ground.
"No, well at least he shouldn't be. He's just kinda in a coma. I think," she said getting up and walking over to Ronin's still form.
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*falls over coughing* I am deathly allergic to cats and I just spent an hour and a half at someone's house who has two long haired ones. My eyes are swollen shut and I cant see what I'm typing anymore so you're going to have to deal with this!