A.N: let's start with a few things:
-Thanks for the reviews, didn't expect them. Do me a favor, somebody please...flame me!!!!
-This ain't really supposed to be a chapter. I really wanted to make the story a one-chapter thing but...I don't write well so...KILL ME! YAY!
Sin walked with his head up high...high enough for an assassin at least. He was in the bamboo area on a plateau to the east of Payon, a town hidden by unbelievable mazes of thick forests. He was exploring the area, familiarizing himself with the unusual green terrain. Who wouldn't? In his case, he just graduated from a branch of the Assassin's Guild after years of intensive training. After so long he was finally an Assassin of the Cross, a branch of feared assassins known for their killing efficiency, not to mention their ability. The guild itself was in the desert, explaining his fascination towards the greenery.
His senses hit him, forcing him to stop. A familiar sound and scent filled the air and it was that of something he enjoyed. The sound was that of metal against metal and the scent that of a stinging rust, blood. 'Odin, how can this day get any better?' he grinned.
Intrigued by the air, he dashed towards the spot and, sure enough, the day got better. A knightess in bloody silver came into view. She simply looked like a valkyrie ...now if only she had the skills of one. The knightess had blood seeping through various parts of her body and her left eye was shut, probably to stop the blood from entering. Her armor was dented and her right gauntlet littered the ground along with a helmet that was cleanly cut in two. Part of her shoulder length blond hair clung to her faced, sweat and blood gluing it. Her hair was also a reddish hue. 'Blood', he thought. 'She must have lost a lot, considering the red ground'. He licked his lips 'beautiful...'.
The knightess jumped away from her opponent, steadying her beaten claymore in her good hand. The sin finally had a good look at the opposing being. 'Smile, smile' the Wanderer loosened its stance, facing the knightess. It sheathed its blade and took an offensive stance. The assassin smiled in sadistic humor at what he would do.
The Wanderer charged at the knightess, who in turn gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on her weapon, waiting for the attack. The Wanderer made a horizontal slash and the blonde got ready to counterattack. Just when the two blades were about to hit, a ball of swirling energy collided with the tall demi-human, flinging it to the side.
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This was NOT her day. First a stupid demi-human had ambushed her and cut her helmet. Her ANGEL HELM for crying out loud! Second, she just ran out of healing items since she only brought a few. Third, she was barely holding her own against the sneaky, cheating, ambushing Wanderer. Hel, where were her guildmates? They should've been here by now, dammit! She saw the demi-human charge at her. 'It must've thought that she was too weak to fight...' she concluded. She tensed. 'I'll show you weak!' She saw the blade come and was just about to counter when a ball of energy sent the demi-human crashing to the other side. 'That's the fourth!' she inwardly fumed. She relaxed 'at least they're here now...about time'.
"When did Rudy learn that spell?" she asked nobody in particular, seeing that the Wanderer didn't seem to get up. The knightess turned to the source of the attack, fully expecting her guild to be there, Peliez ready with a good excuse. Instead, she saw an assassin approaching her, an annoying smirk on his face. "What the Hel is with the smiles today!" she shouted, REALLY annoyed. She noticed his continued approach. "Wh-what do you want?!"
The assassin stopped walking and frowned. He tilted his head to look at the Wanderer who was on his feet and slowly moving to ambush the knightess. 'I haven't completely mastered it then' thought the sin then grinned. 'No matter, more fun for me!'
The knightess noticed him unsheathe his katars and turned in time to see the Wanderer.
"I don't need your help!" the silver-clad maiden barked. She limped towards the Wanderer, dragging her claymore, preparing for her attack. "Get lost!"
"My, my...such spirit." The assassin taunted, advancing towards the demi-human. "Unbefitting for a little lady."
"Shut up!" with that as her battle cry, she charged at the Wanderer. Using the energy she was able to regenerate, she used a technique she was taught to hopefully even the odds. "TWO-HAND QUICKEN!"
The golden aura encased her, doubling her speed. She met the demi-human blade for blade. Unfortunately, she soon came to realize why two-hand swords need two hands or at least one strong hand. The knightess missed her target on her follow up slash as the Wanderer took a step back. 'Mother of Hel' she mentally cursed as she saw the Wanderer bring its blade upwards, preparing to cut off her overextended arm. Just as the tall demi-human slammed its blade, it met another metal, stopping the sword from severing the knightess' arm.
"Little lady, there's so much you need to learn." The assassin pushed the demi-human forward, breaking its guard. He pulled his katar and ducked while taking a step forward to avoid a slash meant to chop his head. He stood and slashed the Wanderer's weapon arm, cleanly cutting it off. He stared transfixed at the red ooze that was dripping from the flying arm and the new stump on the demi-human's arm. The Wanderer opened its mouth to scream and the assassin took the chance to cut its head in half, more blood bursting from the numerous holes. The knightess stared in horror and awe, wondering how much more punishment the blue-haired man would give the Wanderer. Her thoughts were answered.
"Watch and learn, little girl." The assassin dug his hand into the Wanderer's chest. He channeled the cosmic energy he controlled into his hand and used it to make the Wanderer's body explode, blood flying everywhere. The assassin brought the hand responsible for the damage and licked the blood off his hand, tasting it.
"Who...who are...you?" fear pulsed through her bones, her instinct telling her to forever be wary of this...beast. The assassin answered the question by bending down to examine the blade clutched in the hand of the Wanderer's severed arm. It was still in good condition. He took it out of the hand and picked it up as he stood, carefully reexamining the piece of metal. He turned to look at the knightess' broken claymore and made up his mind.
"Your name?"
"I don't need this. Here, it's yours, little girl."
"Wh-wha..." the knightess replied, still expecting a name. "I don't need that!" she growled back to answer the question. Now that the battle was over and her adrenaline spent, she felt the full blow of her injuries and blood loss. Her vision blurred as she tried to walk towards the sin. Her legs finally gave up and she fell. In an instant, the assassin caught her body and she reddened, from both anger and embarrassment as her head was buried in his chest. 'So warm' they thought at the same time.
"Little girl," the blue-haired man began. "That toy you call a claymore is just about as durable as a poring." He placed a finger under her chin and slowly brought her head up to face him. 'Beautiful'
This was the first time he actually had a good look on her face. Imagining her face without the red, she was simply like a valkyrie. Blonde hair with fiery crystal blue eyes, skin not too dark nor pale, just right. She must've been a half a head shorter than him. Still, she was beautiful, not to mention still cute. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Like...like I said, here, you can have this muramasa. You are in absolutely no position to refuse..." he looked at her pout, the effect making her look cuter. "...uh...little girl."
"Don't...call me... that..." she said unsteadily, her breathing low. "My...armor..."
"Just relax." He laid her on the ground and took off her body armor and licked his lips at the sight of so much blood and the other sight. 'Nice body...Ack! Damn hormones... still'. He took out some bandages, a piece of fabric he got from a whisper, and a bottle of water. He drenched the fabric with water and cleaned her wounds. He started treating her injuries after cleaning. "What's your name?"
"Gea...yours...?" she winced as her arm was wrapped by the bandage a little bit too tightly.
"Sorry." He apologized. "My name's Kaize." He finished bandaging her wounds and gave her one red and one blue potion to let her regain at least some strength. The assassin placed one arm behind her back and the other under her knees, scooping her up in his arms. The knightess blushed again. "I'll take care of you. Don't worry."
Kaize started on the trek towards Payon, Gea complaining till she fell asleep half way. Few minutes later, same spot where the battle took place, a warp portal opened and a knight rushed out, followed by three more figures.
"HoldonGea,we'rehere.SorryforbeinglateI- huh?" the knight suddenly stopped and the other people with him caught up. The blacksmith was the first to speak.
"Why did... you stop...Peliez...?" the blacksmith's body froze as he saw the ground. Pieces of armor and red stains littered the ground, along with a few body parts they the male wizard in the party assumed to be blood.
The two others, instead of pretending to be statues, hurriedly inspected the site. The priestess was looking at the broken claymore and dented pieces of metal while the wizard's eyes followed the trail of blood.
"Thank the Lord she's not dead!" exhaled the priestess. She was dead worried that she didn't realize that she was holding her breath. "Her body isn't here so hopefully she's still alive. The question now is where she is?"
"She's in Payon, Altair." The wizard answered the priestess' question.
"Are you sure, Rudy?" questioned the blacksmith in a still worried tone. "If she's not there then I-"
"Of course she's there, Rue." Rudy cut him off. "See that trail of blood? It ends over there but its direction is pointed at Payon. She must be there." The brown haired wizard said as he pointed out the trail. This still didn't seem to convince the blonde haired blacksmith.
"You're sister will be fine." The blue haired priestess comforted. "She's a big girl and the Lord God would surely save and guide her."
"Don't worry." The silver haired knight said as he sheathed his tsurugi. "As Altair said, she'll be alright. She is a strong woman, you know."
Author's Rant-er-Note:
La-lala-lala...
My classmate's still gay...
And Jab's still black...
Tied to a pillar with people carrying torches around.
"A-hahahaha! I'm gonna get flamed! YEAH!"
Lunatic: He sure is a masochist ain't he...
Sadistic: Least you're seen. I'm not!
Starts killing random people.
"Sup' Blackie J. Roach!"
Lunatic: You were saying?
Sadistic: A-HAHAHAHAHA!
R&R please