Executioner – two-hand sword. Atk power somewhere around 150-200(!). Has the approximate effect of one and a half Hydra cards.
– Keough's sword from the animation (the BIG one, the one that's like a scythe at the end of the blade)
Do you know how hard it is to write a Crusader vs. Assassin fight scene where it is an even match?! I mean, a no-skill battle between the two would usually result with the Crusader running for a safe spot to warm his ass. . . . well, no offense to any Crusader that I know, but that's what I believe. It's true with vit Knights, and I will take it as true with Crusaders.
Oh well, what about hand to hand then? Hehe (oh, why do I bother trying to explain? This is a fanfic! Just take it as course. '-- )
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RAGNAROK ONLINE FANFIC
Version 2
TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATEBy: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 27: GhostsMivere still stood in the middle of the circle of power waiting for the fires to finally make contact with him. Why have they slowed!?
It was all he could do to grind his teeth in frustration. He had planned this! He had waited! That he was forced to bring himself into this plane of existence already grated at him, now he was forced to wait!
Mivere could feel his power coursing through his body's veins. Feel them close to bursting from the sheer immensity of it all.
One flame, the one that represented Priega, suddenly stopped. It was a very small motion, but to Mivere it stood up like the glow of a thousand suns. What now!? Is he supposed to wait even more!?
Damn this world! He is so close! So close! So close to achieving Sei'Gash's power! With it, he can challenge everything!
Then, his attention was suddenly taken when the flame representing Kieria changed direction towards the one representing Sei'Gash. Mivere smiled at that. At least something that he didn't plan – much that he despised such events – went in favor for him.
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Marus woke up in the middle of the night. It was strangely silent though and the wagon felt a little tilted to the side. The pain all over his body was gone though, so at least he could come out for a look-see.
Coming out of the bed, he only put on some of his uniform. He didn't bother with the straps and shoulder guards that held his clothes tight, after what he felt back there when Freya suddenly went violent and before he was drugged, he didn't suspect any trouble tonight. It was night judging from the crickets and the darkness out the window.
Stepping out of the door, Marus nearly fell on his head when he lost his footing on a hole on the ground right outside the wagon. That he lost his footing at all was troubling enough, it would probably be he was either was getting soft, or getting addlebrained. The two didn't seem much different to him.
"Hello, Raidi." A woman's voice called out to him from the dark.
Marus' face paled at the name. All these years, he knew of only four other beings that call him by his birth-name. And they were supposed to be banished into the Abyss.
He turned to the direction of where the voice came from. Muscles tensing if there is any danger, his hands tried to reach for the Twins but found that the only weapons he had upon his person were two bladed throwing knives tucked behind him.
"No need to fight, Raidi." A Priestess appeared from the darkness. That is, if a Priestess carries a sword so large, it would be difficult to wield without riding a pecopeco. Her short height – somewhere around five inches shorter than Marus – would have made it impossible. But then, she wasn't walking, she was floating a good foot above the ground.
Taking a closer look at the sword strapped to the . . . woman's back, Marus inwardly grimaced. It wasn't just any sword, it was an Executioner. One that he had already seen before – and wished that he had forgotten it along with his other memories as Sei'Gash's puppet.
"Kieria" he said flatly.
She laughed despite Marus' obvious insult. Kieria suddenly disappeared from his field of sight. "You haven't changed a bit, love." Her hand suddenly brushed his right cheek from behind.
Marus' blades were out at the same instant he started spinning around. A snarl forming on his lips.
His knives found only mist.
"My name is Marus Shadow Eyes. And I have every intention to kill you, Nila." Marus' voice was still flat and expressionless. He intended it to be.
She covered her mouth when she laughed. Her manner was demure despite the image she projected just a few seconds ago. She floated closer to him, her Priestess' robes, undone at the top to expose some milky white flesh.
"Do you remember the times when we were just children, Raidi?" a smile spread on those deceivingly innocent lips. Her fingers slowly trailed from her lips, to her chin, to her neck, all he way down to her slightly exposed cleavage. "I do," the smile on her lips wasn't innocent anymore. At any given time, Marus' blood would already have come to a slow boil. This was not one of those times.
Marus could feel the throwing knives' blades digging into his palms. Blood was already dripping down his clenched fingers. He didn't need to look down to know that there were already a few drops on the ground.
In an instant, Kieria was already right in front of him. Here eyes were the only things filling his vision. Her breath was warm on his skin. Their noses were close enough they could almost touch.
"It's been too long, Raidi." She whispered. Her hand was on his cheek again, almost like she wanted to kiss him. "But then I don't sleep with a man and his father at the same time, as a matter of principle."
Marus' right hand slashed upwards while his left slashed sideways.
Again, he hit only mist.
Her laughter echoed in the night. Her voice managed to be mocking and enticing at the same time. "Meet me at our old treehouse, where we enjoyed so much of our childhood together. There, we could finally be together again . . . Raidi."
Her laughter didn't stop until her voice faded into the distance.
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Sodos didn't sleep that night. In fact, he never slept ever since he got out of the Rift. The letter Mae left him was still in his pockets as he stared at the walls of the wagon he was supposed to be staying in. He practically memorized her every word to the last letters.
My dearest Sodos,
If you are reading this, then it means that my mission is done.
First of all, please forgive me for leaving so. It is not my place to tell you, neither could I tell you even if I tried. The Fates have sent me solely to fulfill my mission with only enough room to bring only one message of my own. Please understand that you were the only reason I have returned to this earth.
Second, I beg you not to be consumed by your hatred to Leish. His acts, abominable as they were, were no longer of his own. The Leish that killed me and banished you that day was not your brother but an empty and soulless shell. The Leish that we both knew as to be your brother died years before we were killed. Only his high position as High Wizard among the Council betrayed him to the corrupt Guardian.
Third, I know of the animosity that Freya will cast upon the Fateless when she wakes up. As much as it pains me inside, I can only tell you that you must not resist her. Skuld has told me as much that was needed to give us at least a sliver of a chance to win against the corrupt Guardian. I truly am pained to ask you of this, but please, you must submit to her judgement.
Lastly, you must tell everyone that Skuld has seen that the corrupt Guardian will set a war upon the land. She has told me that within the next year, Midgard will stand alone in a battle against the greatest power it shall ever face. What you must do in less than a year, he has already done in a thousand. I know I ask too much of you, my heart, but I am afraid that you must bear this burden.
I know that what you have done is not right. Neither do I believe that you relished your acts of hatred. For whatever crime this world will charge you, Sodos, know that I will never leave your side.
Always remember that you will always be in my heart. From beginning to end, you will always have me.
Mae sul'Jairen Zeisha
Submit to Freya's judgement . . . for Mae's sake, he wished that the child would at least grow at least a little common sense. But then, he had still make a wish that can come true.
A year.
If Freya was going to banish him, then he must act fast. Taking a blue gem from his pocket and crushing it in his palms, he created a portal to the Rift. That he had to once again go through the black oblivion of the Abyss no longer troubled him was strange, if not disturbing, but he had to act.
If Freya was going to banish him, he knew that he can never find a way out. But Mae has charged him with this world. He will protect it at all cost.
Even if he must do it from beyond the grave.
For the second time, he felt tears forming in his eyes but he forced them back.
Tears are for later.
Tonight, he must act.
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Kevin rose slowly from his bed. It wasn't a very restful night when you wake up every two hours. His sword, hammer, and what was left of his armor lay neatly on one corner of his wagon.
Michelle.
Pain on his right fist accompanied the thought. Taking a look, he found his forearm halfway through the wagon's wooden side. A growl escaped his throat while his eyes shone like enflamed emeralds in the fading moonlight.
When he woke up after his fight with Priega, Meshido told him everything. Especially the things that Sodos have told them about.
"You know he was telling the truth, Crusader." Degedos' voice came from the door.
Without turning around, Kevin replied "It still doesn't make it any easier to swallow. We only have a year to stop a war – or fight it."
"And your cousin?"
"I'll find her . . . somehow."
Kevin heard a slight grate of steel on leather before he heard the Knight's sword being slammed back into the scabbard. The man does that sometimes. Although why Degedos would want to check his katana every chance he gets, is beyond him.
"The demon who took your cousin is linked to Sei'Gash in some way. I think you know who to turn to." The Knight said.
"Let me sleep, Degedos, I already have too much on my mind now."
Degedos harrumphed before walking for the door. "Remember, Crusader, I still haven't killed you in a fight. I don't want you to die before we have that rematch."
"Shut up and get out."
The door closed.
The moonlight no longer came through the wagon's windows. The only light was the half-consumed candle on the drawer next to the bed. Kevin stood up and walked to where his weapons and armor were.
His hands drifted from the armor and settled on his sword and hammer. He took them by their weapon belts and strapped them on.
After adjusting the belts, he went out into the darkness outside the wagon.
He was going to get the answers he needed. Marus has those answers.
He was going to get Michelle back.
Even if he will never wake up.
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Marus went out of the wagon after putting on his full uniform. However, he couldn't find the Twins anywhere. That troubled him. The Twins were supposed to find their way back to him. It's not that they're living, it's just that even if he loses them on one side of the world, and when he was on the opposite side, they would end up back into his hands by any means not short of bizarre.
So, instead of the Twins, he had to satisfy himself with only two ordinary short swords.
"Going somewhere, Shadow Eyes?" a familiar voice asked him from somewhere in the darkness.
"What do you want, Kevin?" Marus relied. There were too many chance encounters tonight to suit him.
"Answers." That was all the reply the Crusader gave him before Marus heard the unsheathing of steel from leather. When Marus turned around, Kevin was holding a sword in his right hand and a short handled war hammer in his left. There was a hint of determination on his now glowing green eyes.
The Crusader screamed when he charged for him. Marus simply sidestepped to the right to avoid a sword swipe. He then jumped back to dodge the hammer.
It was too late into the night and Marus had enough fighting for the moment, even if he took no part in any of them. So, as soon as Kevin recovered from his last hammer swing and began to turn clockwise for a full bodied sword slash, Marus surged forward.
Before Kevin could even come halfway through his turn, Marus grabbed the Crusader's right arm from the back. His right hand grabbing Kevin's wrist and left hand gripping the muscles close to the shoulder.
With one swift motion, Marus twisted Kevin's arm to his back while at the same time, slamming his left elbow to the base of the man's skull and twisting his wrist to make the Crusader lose his grip on the sword. Before the sword dropped to the ground, Marus sent his knee on Kevin's small ribs. Just as soon as Kevin bent sideways from the impact, Marus swept the man's feet from under him.
It didn't take long for Kevin to end up lying facedown on the dirt.
Stifling a yawn, Marus maintained his grip on Kevin. "Now, could you tell me how long you want to stay unconscious. I have very little patience for idiots and you didn't strike me as one."
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CARE!!!"
Suddenly dazed, Marus found himself launched ten feet from the ground when Kevin used a surprising amount of strength to push himself up with his left arm. As soon as he recovered full awareness, he was already within arm's reach of the Crusader.
Kevin grabbed one of Marus' straps and accompanied by his momentum from the fall, slammed him to the ground.
Rocks and dirt flew off in all directions when Kevin drove Marus deeper into the ground. Then, Marus was lifted from the ground and was repeatedly punched into the face and gut.
Marus knew he was born with an unnatural amount of endurance – and an equally unnatural threshold for pain, but even with that, he was surprised that Kevin was actually dealing him some damage. He could actually feel blood coming out his nose and mouth from the punches.
At around the tenth time Kevin wound up his right arm to strike him again at the head, Marus sent his right knee to Kevin's left elbow. He heard bones crack from the shock when his knee made contact. Even from the sudden shock, Kevin's grip only lessened a little.
Marus gave more force to his next blow to Kevin's arm and he was finally able to drop to the ground and jump back.
Kevin was too strong for Marus to take him lightly. But then, a part that Marus thought was long dead gibbered excitedly at the fact that he was going to fight barehanded. Surprisingly, Marus obliged that tiny voice.
He unstrapped his short swords and let them drop to the ground. As soon as the two blades touched the dirt, Marus charged. He Cloaked himself at the last few steps in front of Kevin and kicked upwards with his right knee. His Cloak dissipated and his knee made contact with Kevin's chin. The Crusader's head whipped back from the impact and then Marus twisted clockwise to kick with his left leg. His foot slammed against Kevin's chest, cracking more bone.
Kevin staggered back but Marus didn't stop. The moment he landed, Marus charged again while Cloaking once more at the last moments. With the full force of his run and every muscle of his body focused into one blow, Marus slammed his elbow at the same spot where he kicked Kevin at the chest. His move didn't just crack Kevin's ribs, it broke them. The sound of the man's bones breaking sounded like trees splitting.
Instead of falling down, Kevin stepped his leg back to regain his balance. His green eyes no longer carried determination. They carried rage.
Kevin clutched his chest and the blood streaming down his mouth stopped with the sound of bone coming back together. The Crusader charged again and Marus tried to sidestep but Kevin apparently expected his move. Kevin's hand gripped Marus' throat, lifted him a foot above the ground before slamming him down again.
Kevin then dragged him through the dirt and threw him like a rag doll towards the nearest tree. Wood splintered when Marus slammed at the tree. He stuck, dazed, at the tree's side before peeling off. He fell face down to the dirt before the tree fell on him as well.
He was lucky; the tree wasn't exactly that big. It was just a palm tree more or less twelve feet high. Funny how he should notice such things at a time like this.
Pushing the tree aside, Marus staggered up. That's it, the next time that voice in his head comes up again in a situation like this, he was going to smother it.
"Where is she, Shadow eyes?" Kevin's voice was rasped. Like he caught between the urge to talk and roar at the same time.
"I can't tell you, Kevin." Marus replied.
As Kevin charged again, Marus searched the tree's trunk for a spot with a good grip. Before the Crusader could even come closer to him, Marus used all his remaining strength to twist around with the entire upper half of the palm tree in both arms.
He only needed the short thud from the tree trunk to know that his swing hit home.
From somewhere in the darkness, Marus heard more bone breaking.
"I wish that someone would come with me, but this is something I have to do alone." He said to no one in particular. Limping to where he dropped his swords, Marus strapped his weapons back on before disappearing into the darkness of the Elder's Forest.
"If there is someone to pay, it might as well be me."