They all walked through the day. Sin walked alone, Autumn too shy to ride besides him, Terra too aborbed in Michael to pay any mind to him. Keith, Kitch and Hiyo were chatting, Baldh and Kyren chatting idly while Lysalia fell asleep on horseback. Aidan looked bored as hell, and Nadia and Carlos were having a pleasant chat.
Sin began twitching. How much louder can she laugh at his perverted jokes! He said, as he tapped the handle of his knife. He had been practicing with dual knifes... and his speed had been getting up, and he suspected the same had been with Michael. But personally... Michael's antics were getting on his nerves, and he had been wanting to put a hole in him since... his little forest venture with Terra. How many times had Sin protected her? From all those assassins? Sin laughed, at those assassins... he knew the house better then them... and always surpised them when his knife's edge slid close to their throat, sealing their fate... and yet, regardless of these unnamed assassins, she goes off with him... how it aggravated Sin.
Sin looked backwards, towards them, and he noticed a ... very undesireable straying hand inch it's way over to Terra. Michael caught Sin's glance, and his face went stonelike. "What's with the look?" He asked, and Sin scoffed. "Think about it." He said, slowing down his pace and turning around. "Think about what? What, do you like Terra or something?" He asked, and Terra raised and eyebrow and laughed. "Him... why would-" And then she was cut off by Sin. "And if i do?" He asked, hand resting on his handle this time.
"Then I'd suggest you leave her alone." He said, standing in front of Terra and stopping. "Hey! This is stupid, you two!" She said, but they didn't pay attention. Off to the side, Autumn looked longingly at Sin. How she wished she was the one he'd fight over, not her, that... But she stopped her thoughts before they became violent. She hated violence, and even more, violence in herself.
"Who the hell are you to tell me who I can see or not?" He asked, and Michael unsheathed his blade. "I am." He said, and everyone turned around at the sound of metal sliding against sheath. Heresy saw the glint of steel. "What the hell's goin on!" He said, rushing to the scene. Sin grinned maniacly. "Don't wake the beast you know... it's not quite good..." He said, as his sheath with the red-ish blade began vibrating.
"Oh please, don't talk like you're something you're not." He said, pacing a firm foot forward, holding his sword up to the side of his face, eye level, in a traditional stance. "Hahaha, test me, and see what I really am..." He said, his eyes burning bright. "Ok, you INSIST!" Michael said, rushing for Sin who began laughing insidiously, and Kyren just spot this action. "Crap." He said, turning his horse and rushing to them.
Sin dodged the diagonal slash but jumping to oneside, and dashing at him with a steel knife in hand. "I hope you enjoy pain." He said, and Terra began screaming for them to stop. Heresy was about to sneak up on Sin and grab him from behind, but Sins abrupt dodge had made him miss and need to dodge Michael's blade himself. Sin thrust his knife at Michael and he dodged quickly, and brought up his blade quick enough to knock the dagger from his hand, and Sin jumped over another slash, and mid-air, he landed a spinning kick that caught him in the chest, causing him to lose his stance, and sent him backwards. Sin unsheathed his red-ish blade, which was vibrating heavily, it's image distorted and warping, as it caused his arm to shake with the vibration, it's energy flowing over him. The energy bore a scent... a scent of blood.
"Hah..haha...hahaha! I remember... I remember why I'm so terrified by Erish... why he wants me dead... he killed my family. My dad fell before him, after fighting him... and Erish actually killed him in front of me... hah... hahaha... actually... he used his dark powers... and made ME kill him!" Sin said, as tears rolled down his face, and the blade began to shake his arm to the point where Sin had to clench the other with his other arm, and hold it down, and the blade began to envelop him in a blood red mist, as the blade continued to warp his image.
"I remember... my father remembers... he's in this blade... his soul, stuck in this accursed blade... the blade that Erish sealed him in... because he was a threat. A threat to his insane conquest. And when my father informed me of all of this, he told me to run, but Erish got to him first... And then... Xakaryus struck..." He said, as he began to fade in and out of existence, the blood red mist flaring up. "...I don't remember anything after that... but all I do know... is that there's something in my blood... something I know someone else shares that courses in my blood... that my family had... that Erish was afraid of. That's why he hunts me... and apparantly.. the heir." He said.
Michael was terrified of what was going on. "What the fuck are you talking about! We were fighting over a girl... and this happens!" He yelled at. There was nothing left of Sin except a black shadow in the mist. "... Emotion ... is a trigger to everything ... hatred, memory... regret. Betrayal, and sin." He said, merely whispering. "... You ... sparked such an anger in me... you woke my father's soul from the blade, a viscious weapon he was famed for using... in brilliantly excecuted assassinations, that was warped with his soul, and the blood of betrayal, my sin taking form in a weapon. I can't really do anything about this... and neither can you ... I'm sorry if you die..." He said, as he yelled in pain, as the bloody mist entered Sin's body, and overwhelmed him, causing him to explode in brilliance, as he changed form.
"Hello, kiddo. Ready to die?" A person said, in a different voice. Sin stood there, but he looked thirty five, a blond goatee gracing his face, the same hairstyle and color, eyes the same, his face weathered and older.It looked like Sin... but it looked like Sin's father took over his body, and made him age. Not only that, now he held two long daggers, visciously curved, chained at the hilt. The cloak was thicker, and blew in an unseen wind. "It's been a long time since I've seen the outside." He said, twirling one blade, then seconds later, the other. "So, would you like to grovel, leave the girl alone, or die? I'm being very generous..." He said, and Kyren jumped from his horse.
"General Alcuin!" Kyren said, in exasperation. "My father told me that you died... in a raid by bandits on your forest cottage!" He said, shocked. "Yet you stand here!" He said, and he nodded. "You look JUST like your father, just like Olric." Alcuin said, pausing. "But, I am dead. I'm just borrowing my son's body... awakening his dormant powers, blah blah blah... oh, and I have to kill this guy too." He said, pointing his blade at Michael. Kyren cringed. "Must you...?" He said, and Alcuin shrugged. "I don't NEED to, but Sin wants to really badly. He's not very strong either, so I decided, provided with all the emotional power he was putting out, I could lend him a hand..." He said, and Kyren placed a hand on his shoulder. "Please, I'd rather if you didn't." And Alcuin shrugged. "Eh... fine, fine. I was hoping I would do something interesting with my time on earth before I departed... finally released from those damned blades." He said.
Kyren paused. "...What?" He asked. Alcuin stroke his goatee. "Well, when I was awakened, I was released from the blades, and put into Sin's body... while I was here, and before I left, my soul relased, and able to finally depart for the plane of afterlife. Maybe see my wife, somewhere up there..." He said, sheathing his blades. "But be warned, little moron..." He said, walking over Michael. "I may be leaving my power when I leave Sin's body... but I leave my skill behind to him... the potential skill of the best assassin in the world." He said, and poked Michael hard in the chest, and it pushed him back. "Pfft." Michael retorted. "Well... another thing, tell Sin that his true name will come back to haunt him one day..." He said, as he looked skyward, and burst into vibrant red energy, blinding all the units.
Sin lay on the ground, now wearing a thick long red cloak, hood halfway over his head, a thin headband now keeping his shoulder length blonde hair from his eyes. "Uuurgh... what the fuck happened! How hard did you hit me, Michael! Sonuva bitch, I'll gut you for whatever dirty trick you pulled..." He said, standing up, and looking at his clothes. "What the hell! You changed my CLOTHES? What kind of sick trick is this?" He said, looking at Michael, disgusted. "YOU UNDRESSED ME, YOU SICK BASTARD!" Michael smacked his head. "Do you remember anything that just happened...?" Michael asked, but Sin was busy poking his thin plate breastplate, and the elbow length gauntlets on his arms, and armored shins. "Hey... this new stuff isn't half bad..." and Michael gave up. "Whatever... I don't even think he even remembers why we're fighting.. i'll just leave him alone so he doesn't remember..." He said walking away.
Terra walked up to him. "Spiffy duds." She said, and he looked at the two long chained daggers. "Yeah... but for some reason I don't think this was Michael's doing..." And then he stopped. "Oh. Now I remember."