DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SOUL CALIBUR II OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS WITHIN! ANYTHING ELSE I NEED TO SAY?
Voldo looked down at his most recent guard. This one had been tough, striking out with surprisingly accurate combinations of sword skills and kicks. Yes. He would enjoy ripping at the carcass, enjoy the blood which would spray from the arteries he punctured, spotting his face bandages where the smell would be prominent. The glorious smell! Oh, he could hardly wait!
Perhaps, just maybe, it wouldn't matter if he broke his ritual for once? To shred the flesh now, while it was at its freshest, oh, it'd be marvelous! Alas, he must wait though. Savor the smell from a distance until the right moment. Only then would it satisfy him fully!
He crouched within a few metres of the body and waited, claw extended, for his chance to strike.
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A silence had befallen the city. The darkness consumed everything around the Assassin, making for the perfect scenario. Exactly what he needed! Scanning the streets with sharp eyes, he made for the goal; a fancy-looking building, there, on the right! That's where she'd be!
Or so he thought.
A sudden pain! Almost as if he'd nicked himself whilst shaving that morning, but it couldn't be that. Blood trickled down his chin as he raised his eyes to the top floor window, his gaze bearing down on the silhouette visible there. He barely had time to deflect the next blow as the chain blade struck at him again. And again! How fast was she? Again it struck, this time glancing off his blade only to drill into the muscle of his shoulder painfully. Damn her! How was he supposed to compete with the range and speed of this weapon?
Then he realized. The accuracy was poor at such range, easily dodged. He swerved the next thrust, and leaped for the window.
Nope.
She blocked his first dagger sweep and drove the blade into his side, pulling back again to block his second blow before plunging the sword deep into his heart. The thrust was powerful, striking into him and pitching him off the building to land in a crumpled heap on the pavement. He twitched twice as she watched.
And then Assassin was no more.
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Shred! Shred! Plunge and scrape! Ah, the joy! Rapture! The spilling of the blood and the smell of copper dousing him in waves, making him writhe in passion! He allowed himself a shriek of joy as he split the flesh and carved shapes in the corpse' organs, drinking in the fragrance as a sponge would absorb water. Yes! This was his feast, his triumph! Nothing could be better-tasting! Nothing!
And then it beckoned. It. A force unlike any other, and so tempting to behold. He cradled it in his arms and time stood still for him. Bliss. Bliss!
He failed to notice the lurker at the doorway. He failed to notice the pain as a sword was pushed through his spine and out of his chest. He failed to notice, until the world went light again. Until it had been taken from him.
He leapt at the thief in a frenzy, slashing at him, refusing to give up on his treasure. He could sense the man's astonishment at his recovery, could sense him falling back from the onslaught in terror.
And then it went away. The terror was gone. Vanished! Replaced by a fury so terrible that even he couldn't stand up to it! Replaced by an opponent who knew no terror! Replaced by a force so powerful that he barely had a chance to sense exactly what it was after the flat of the blade knocked him to the ground, unconscious.
But right then, as his subconscious mind registered the man's departure, he knew.
He had to get it back.
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