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Chapter 1
-The Trail of Blood-
"Hahaha! So another foolish warrior comes challenge me again?" the eerie voice seemed to echo throughout the dilapidated castle. There was a metallic sound, as armour moved due to a shift of weight.
Nightmare was indeed a sight to behold. A vibrant blue shine emanated from his armour, which was fit tightly around his anatomy. Every move he made had a metallic chinking noise. The mutation of his right arm had started at the fingertips, now claws, then to his hands, a murky brown, and then all the way up to his shoulder. One could almost swear his arm was pulsating with a hunger, a hunger for blood. To claw off someone's head and leave a trail of blood. His chest held a breastplate, which an eye engraved with astonishing likeness. His other arm was encased in armour, and in the gauntleted hand there stood Soul Edge, leering at the opponent evilly, the hilt alone reaching Nightmare's eyes. Nightmare's eyes glowed a scarlet red. The helmet seemed to be a feeble effort to conceal the obvious flood of evil teeming from the eyes, filling even the castle with trepidation. Two "horns" extended through the helmet, a seeming flourish to intimidate enemies. Soul Edge's eye blinked sadistically, the veins along the still-growing blade palpitating erratically at the excitement for blood. A Nightmare to strike fear, to chill blood, to destroy life.
Raphael Sorel was not one to be easily intimidated though. He was stretched to his full 5"10 frame as he surveyed the one standing between him and Soul Edge. "You're...quite...the rude one," he said, sweeping his rapier in a fine arc.
"Offer your soul!" screeched Nightmare in a fearsome voice as he charged forward, Soul Edge now suffused in an eerie red light from its branches of veins. The blade dropped like a stone on the ground, tearing fierce scrapes across the polished floor.
"Looking for something?" Raphael was just beside him, sword raised up to his chest. He stabbed forward furiously, and Nightmare was thrown backwards. Raphael raced forward, eager to press his advantage, but Nightmare was up in a flash to break Raphael's guard. The French fencer stumbled backward, catching himself in time to dodge a swipe from Nightmare' mutated arm.
The abomination swung his gargantuan blade sideways, missing Raphael's neck by a hair, before Nightmare doubled the blade back with twice the momentum, and caught Raphael straight in the stomach with the flat side. All the wind was knocked out of the Frenchman as Nightmare catapulted him to the far end of the castle floor. Raphael skidded across and ended up just an inch away from the edge. It was a long drop from there.
Nightmare rammed his blade down with a crushing vertical swipe, but Raphael somehow managed to deflect the attack with his rapier, but the sheer force of the blow propelled his sword downwards. A loud clatter told Raphael of his imminent demise.
Raphael sucked in his breath sharply as he evaded a low sweep by leaping up and landing a boot to his opponent's face. Nightmare was seemingly unaffected and launched himself shoulder-first into Raphael. Raphael considered himself lucky that he hadn't been cleaved into two. As he dropped down, he managed to grab a ledge. There he hung, suspended by an arm. Quickly, he summoned up his strength and leapt onto the safety of the ledge and almost shouted at his luck. Flambert, his rapier, was lying in a crack on the ledge
He grabbed it by the hilt and felt faith surging through him again. Raphael made a leap of faith, literally, as he propelled himself towards a handhold. Luckily, it held firm even though a few crumbs of stone fell. The Frenchman pulled a leg onto a smashed window and steadied himself, before stretching a leg to its fullest to reach three crumbling steps leading to the platform where he had been fighting Nightmare. Raphael hurriedly hauled himself up before the stairs broke into wispy pieces of dust.
Nightmare was exposed, so horribly exposed at he turned to gloat, his back to Raphael. The Frenchman took no time, no time at all, to rush forward and thrust his rapier through the nightmare's throat, and watched the foul blood squirting out the neck. Maybe he would survive. Maybe not. The sound of Nightmare's body crumpling in a heap on the ground snapped him awake. Raphael reached for Soul Edge......
Chapter 1
-The Trail of Blood-
"Hahaha! So another foolish warrior comes challenge me again?" the eerie voice seemed to echo throughout the dilapidated castle. There was a metallic sound, as armour moved due to a shift of weight.
Nightmare was indeed a sight to behold. A vibrant blue shine emanated from his armour, which was fit tightly around his anatomy. Every move he made had a metallic chinking noise. The mutation of his right arm had started at the fingertips, now claws, then to his hands, a murky brown, and then all the way up to his shoulder. One could almost swear his arm was pulsating with a hunger, a hunger for blood. To claw off someone's head and leave a trail of blood. His chest held a breastplate, which an eye engraved with astonishing likeness. His other arm was encased in armour, and in the gauntleted hand there stood Soul Edge, leering at the opponent evilly, the hilt alone reaching Nightmare's eyes. Nightmare's eyes glowed a scarlet red. The helmet seemed to be a feeble effort to conceal the obvious flood of evil teeming from the eyes, filling even the castle with trepidation. Two "horns" extended through the helmet, a seeming flourish to intimidate enemies. Soul Edge's eye blinked sadistically, the veins along the still-growing blade palpitating erratically at the excitement for blood. A Nightmare to strike fear, to chill blood, to destroy life.
Raphael Sorel was not one to be easily intimidated though. He was stretched to his full 5"10 frame as he surveyed the one standing between him and Soul Edge. "You're...quite...the rude one," he said, sweeping his rapier in a fine arc.
"Offer your soul!" screeched Nightmare in a fearsome voice as he charged forward, Soul Edge now suffused in an eerie red light from its branches of veins. The blade dropped like a stone on the ground, tearing fierce scrapes across the polished floor.
"Looking for something?" Raphael was just beside him, sword raised up to his chest. He stabbed forward furiously, and Nightmare was thrown backwards. Raphael raced forward, eager to press his advantage, but Nightmare was up in a flash to break Raphael's guard. The French fencer stumbled backward, catching himself in time to dodge a swipe from Nightmare' mutated arm.
The abomination swung his gargantuan blade sideways, missing Raphael's neck by a hair, before Nightmare doubled the blade back with twice the momentum, and caught Raphael straight in the stomach with the flat side. All the wind was knocked out of the Frenchman as Nightmare catapulted him to the far end of the castle floor. Raphael skidded across and ended up just an inch away from the edge. It was a long drop from there.
Nightmare rammed his blade down with a crushing vertical swipe, but Raphael somehow managed to deflect the attack with his rapier, but the sheer force of the blow propelled his sword downwards. A loud clatter told Raphael of his imminent demise.
Raphael sucked in his breath sharply as he evaded a low sweep by leaping up and landing a boot to his opponent's face. Nightmare was seemingly unaffected and launched himself shoulder-first into Raphael. Raphael considered himself lucky that he hadn't been cleaved into two. As he dropped down, he managed to grab a ledge. There he hung, suspended by an arm. Quickly, he summoned up his strength and leapt onto the safety of the ledge and almost shouted at his luck. Flambert, his rapier, was lying in a crack on the ledge
He grabbed it by the hilt and felt faith surging through him again. Raphael made a leap of faith, literally, as he propelled himself towards a handhold. Luckily, it held firm even though a few crumbs of stone fell. The Frenchman pulled a leg onto a smashed window and steadied himself, before stretching a leg to its fullest to reach three crumbling steps leading to the platform where he had been fighting Nightmare. Raphael hurriedly hauled himself up before the stairs broke into wispy pieces of dust.
Nightmare was exposed, so horribly exposed at he turned to gloat, his back to Raphael. The Frenchman took no time, no time at all, to rush forward and thrust his rapier through the nightmare's throat, and watched the foul blood squirting out the neck. Maybe he would survive. Maybe not. The sound of Nightmare's body crumpling in a heap on the ground snapped him awake. Raphael reached for Soul Edge......