This is technically the first chapter. Blood and fighting warning. Character age ups based on my imagination. This is ocx Chase it just takes a while.
This chapter is long so hang tight. Lemme know what you think :3
It was a warm summer morning, the summer solstice was just round the corner at the monks temple. The grass shimmered with a crystal clear dew as mayflies sprung in the hedges.
Dojo, the small green dragon, yawned harshly as each bolt in his spine popped with a drawn delight.
With a slither he crawled across the deeply rich wooden planked floors. Parting the sliding paper doors he wandered into the open sunlight. Eyes still foggy he rubbed them with another tired drawn pose. Once his small serpent eyes opened, he saw the fond sight of a sparrow above. Up early as well for the worm he supposed. Its small body drew an old memory from him with each beat of its wings. Lazily he tried to chase it, it made him think of his old master and friend, The Grand Master Dashi. As his title would say a master of martial arts and kung fu. Now dog eyed and rather peaceful he made his way to procure a cup of coffee.
He poured rich ambered coffee into a sturdy mug when suddenly he felt a chill, then goosebumps thrilled through each scale. With a heaved jolt the coffee went crashing onto the floor.
"Another Shen Gong Wu has awoken! For the first time in 5 years!" Dojo shouted with panicked delight.
Dojo felt odd quickly, the hot coffee pooling around him as he was unmoving. This Wu, it sent a sinister chill down his long spine. Dashi's words fogged his brain. He closed his eyes, trying to keep it in track, grasping at the threads. A vision, a girl standing in the far off distance. Long black hair, She was wearing a robe, long it flowed. She turned to him, The light behind her so bright he couldn't see her eyes. The lips moved but he heard nothing.
He gasped raspily loud as he fell back into the real world. A second ticked as he tried to figure out what he just saw, before his belly sizzled with scalding hot coffee.
The Shen Gong Wu, known also as "god work" Or a tool for the gods. Dashi had long long ago, 1500 years to be exact, skillfully crafted these tools. Each one possessing their own mystical powers. In present times. It has been up to the xiaolin warriors to collect these wu, and keep them from the grasps of the less desirables.
The smashing of glass and Dojos loud proclaimed snapped into the mind of Omi, the xiaolin dragon of water, and the youngest warrior amongst the group. He dropped the broom he had been using to sweet the temples stone walkways with. It clattered as he made full speed towards where Dojo could only be.
Omi had grown measly taller in the past 5 years. Now at a strong 5 feet, his body leaned and toned at only 15 years of age. His head still a bald glory, his robe tailored more suitable, ditching the old red. To a calm easter blue, long hanging sleeve robed uniform. Black flowing pants, held together tight on the calves. With traditional black shaolin monk shoes, and gloves of tied straps for an edgier look. Omi had grown prouder over the years. His body in perfect flow with his element. He had been itching for a use to show it off. After the events of the battle with the haylin army at their doorsteps 5 years ago. Things didn't really move like they used to. He had grown strong, and with that it would be overcombering to send him on the same missions like when he was small. The apprentices are sent out to take on evil nowadays.
The world has been too quiet for his rambunctious energy. Not even the formidable Chase Young has come to play.
The door slid open with furious intensity, making Dojo let out a high pitch scream, sending the unfortunate coffee pot also flying into a shattering crash.
"A new Shen Gong Wu you said?!" Omi's coal eyes twinkled with stars of abundant excitement.
Dojo still shaking violently, one by fear, and the other by Omi's hands, he could only nod.
"Now now, what in tarnations is all the commotion about?" A man called out, his voice tenderly rich with a deep southern drawl. There in the door frame, a large man leaned with thick arms crossed.
Clay Bailey, the dragon of the earth. A thickly chested man, with youthly hay coloured short cut hair. Hidden under his signature cowboy hat.
"Oh joyous news Clay! A new Shen Gong Wu has revealed itself!" Omi exclaimed, still shaking Dojo to the point of turning more green with nausea.
"Easy partner" The strong jawed man chuckled with a gentle glow. "Let the poor dragon down." He almost laughed, gesturing Omi to ease up.
Dojo hit the ground and choked back painful stomach acid. "thanks Clay." He huffed out.
"Any time my little green friend." He smiled.
The morning moved on as the rest of the monks were gathered.
"Where's Rai?" Kimiko, the dragon of fire asked.
Kimiko, had not grown in the past 5 years to Omi's hidden delight. At only 5'5, she held a head of pride. The roaring fire within her strong petite body fueled a delightful dignity. Her slick raven black hair, pulled into a tight high ponytail. Short princess bangs crowned her fair skinned and heart shape face. Pretty sea blue eyes fluttered with a tilt of her head as she searched for their friend and leader.
"Raimundo will not be joining us this mission I am afraid." Master Fung informed the group. The past 5 years had been less kind to him regrettably. The war with the haylin, had left his already rather old body in rough shape. A blow to his spine by the evil witch Wuya, had forced him to use a cain.
But that didn't stop him from enjoying tea and overseeing training in his spare time.
"Why's that?" Clay asked curiously. He was sure Raimundo would not miss a new Wu revellin' itself for anything.
"He had sudden word to return home to brazil, a close family member had recently given birth, and has made him the godfather. So he is taking some personal time." He said with a ting of pride.
"Wow, he never told us." Kimiko spoke, a bit of joy mixed with begrudging.
"Well enough with the pleasantries, this Wu is giving me the bad skin crawls!" Dojo assured as he wiggled over the center of the group, a deep heavy scroll in his small arms.
"This one's a doozy for sure kids, I can feel it!" Dojo announced, slapping the scroll on the small wooden block. Unrolling it with both hands, The center bloomed, like blue ink in water. The center swirled as a black painted katana took shape.
"Enbu no Hono guys!" Dojo began. The scroll began to illustrate images as he read the inky black text. "Says here that its, one of the most powerful Shen Gon Wu!" Dojos eyes bulged as he read out loud.
"Oh joyuse me, I will be sure to have it then." Omi boasted with a cocky ease. Kimiko whacked his balled round dome with a open hand.
"Quiet Omi let him keep reading!" she scolded him. Dojo thanked her and continued.
"So the story goes, that the first fire dragon. Hmm I don't remember the first fire dragon back when he was making the wu. Anyways it belonged to the first fire dragon, they used it as a pillar to amplify their fire abilities. That's cool. Says here the wu takes many forms, so to speak. It has 6 kagura's, or dances for the gods. Each one with their own cool abilities. I'm paraphrasing a bit here." Dojo read to the group.
"Wow the first fire dragon! That's so cool! I wonder what they were like?" Kimiko asked, her hands klutch as she daydreamed of a hidden fantasy.
"Yeah do ya' know what they were like?" Clay asked Dojo.
"Uh now that you mention it. I feel like I met them but I can't seem to remember, being that it was 1500 years ago, memories fade in old age haha." He told them, trying not to sound like he could have been holding anything back.
"Well, what are we waiting for!?" Kimiko exclaimed, her eyes full of excitement. Very eager to give this blade a swing for herself. Just before the group could rush out Master Fung interrupted their thumping stampede out the door.
"Please just a moment you lot." He spoke, his tender voice cracked with a bit of age.
The group all turned quickly with a quipped turn of their heads. They sauntered back over and took a respectful cross legged seat in front of their old master.
"I know it's been some time, since all of you had stretched your legs so to speak. But maybe this is what the evil of the world has been waiting for. The Enbu no Hono is no mere trinket. It means the dance of fire." He said with a nod to Kimoko, that made her grin blissfully to Omi's jealous displeasure.
"It is just as Dojo explained, this is one of the most powerful Shen Gong Wu. It is almost guaranteed the likes of our old enemies will want it for themselves. And if they get it, who knows what could become of this short lived peace."
With that notion, far away, in curtly carved caves. Hidden by a disastrously toxic swamp, an evil witch slammed her hands on the ground. With a heaving pant she wheezed as visions of Enbu no Hono, raced into her eyes with a sick yellow glow.
She was sweating, her mind began to race with a revolting throb. This wu, she had seen it before. But where, what is it? Why is just its notion affecting her in such a way.
Wuya and Chase Young, had parted their evil partnership of sorts after their long drawn shameful defeat at the monks temple 5 years ago. Chase had tossed Wuya aside like a broken toy, deciding she was weaker than she once was. Chase had done the most damage, and grew almost bored of it all. Leaving Wuya a broken and beaten mess. She scorned him, she hated him. Blast the monks for what they are worth. But Chase Young? Be assured she will have her revenge.
Since then she has been creating a plan of sorts for her clever vengeance, with the monks, and Chase. With only two Shen Gong Wu in her possession. Stolen during their battles. The golden tiger claws, a long pair of fiery 3 pointed sharp claws, on a fured hook attachment. When wielded it allows instant travel to the users' desired location. And the other, the Black Beetle. A small ebony scarab with red eyes and a golden plant like embroidery on its shell. It can transform into a massive suit of armour or float to protect the user from extreme heat. Even able to withstand the heat of the Earth's core.
Wuya tried to contain her composure, using her black magic to hone in on the memories of time. Peeling out each taught thrand of conceiness. Who, who was the one wielding that Katana? Why can't I remember? Her long nails dug dirty into her scalp. She searched and searched with a bewildering frustration.
There. The crimson flames of choking fire filled her mind. In front of her, a girl. Her hair a charcoaled ashe, turning almost grey, flowing long with a desired beauty is the gust. She wore a red kimono, the sleeves on fire. Smoke crept out from her lips, but there. In her hands the sword. Its over black and red long drawn steel. She knew it, she had seen it before.
But who was this person holding it? With a shaken sweat she came back into reality. Sitting her bottom down on her woven wooden chair. It wheezed a bit with the overcoming weight of her petite frame.
Wuya contemplated leaving this one out, it was shocking for even her. But this vision, this girl. Whoever she was, was undoubtedly trouble. She knew it. She just couldn't remember why?
Dashi...?
The group had gotten ready, Kimiko very happy to hear that they would be making headway to Japan, the country of her birth. She informed her father she would be returning to the continent with her friends. She was eager and hopeful. One to potentially kick some villainous butt. But also to learn, yes despite her youth of 18 she was a diligent girl and booksmart. A lover of modern day technology, taking a close footing to her father. Was eager to learn anything about previous dragons. Especially about some super cool fire katana.
Dojo on the other hand was nearly shedding with such an uneasy pit boiling in his belly. Now in his true dragon size. About the length of two city busses, he flew through the sky with a shocking ease.
"Ya'll alright their Dojo?" Clay asked him with a bit of concern.
"Yeah I'm alright. Just uh, a little nervous you know? Been a while since we've seen a wu appear." He chuckled in a poorly hidden lie.
"Be honest Dojo, come on!" Kimiko exclaimed her youthful feminine voice sang with assurance.
"Kimiko is correct Dojo, there is something most differently, within your skin." Omi said with a cross of his arms.
"Thats under your skin partner." Clay corrected his small watery friend.
"Uh ya know, it's just!" Dojo began with a sigh. "I just don't remember anything about this wu! It's like there's a huge wall in the way of my memories!" Dojo explained with obvious worry.
"Why would that be?" Omi asked.
"I dunno? I mean sure from time to time I forget cookies in the oven, but I still remember that I had put them in there. But this! I don't remember anything. The name rings a bell but that's it!" Dojo began to sweat.
"Who was this first fire dragon, anywho?" clay asked Dojo.
"That's just the thing, they lived 1500 years ago and their sword is a wu, so they must have known Dashi? But I just can't seem to remember!" He exclaimed with a scratch of his long red brows.
"Maybe someone doesn't want you to remember?" Kimiko guessed, worry in tone.
As the gang flew and drew closer to the tall Mountainous region of the heart of Japan. The hefty Mount Yari stood like a spear in the horizon.
"Oh ya, she's close, I feel like i'm gonna molt otta my skin!" Dojo called out to everyone riding hims' personal horror.
Just as they reached the summit Sojo took in the surroundings, the shape of the trees, the streams and the bears. His already cold blood could have frozen solid. Another memory bloomed a fractal of inconcuding shock.
It was that girl again. She was standing under a cherry blossom tree. Spring has a new and the petals danced down in a confetti of pink.
And beside her. Dashi.
A thunder clapped ripped through the shaded purple and black skies with a heaving bellow. Smoke rose from the gaping jaws of a carved beast in the base of a jagged cliff. The hidden palace of the immortal lizard beast Chase Young. The past 5 years had been rather dull for him. Within his immortality, years past in just a moment. But the past few had been drawn and memorable. He had fought till his fist bled in the war 5 years ago. But he grew bored and dejected, not initially able to no longer fight. But it was mundane. The ting of the soul that used to be in his chest bloomed in its empty cavity.
During the conundrum caused by the sands of time. He began to force himself harder. Training to dire straits, climbing the most dangerous mountains, withstanding the crushes of the elements at the peak of his bodies performance. And not only his toned skillful body, but his mind as well. He came across a hidden library, deep in the high peaks of the near Taipei. Ruan Zhi, where oolong tea is grown. Chase was running down a fleeting memory. During a time where his barren chest was filled with the luminous glow of a fiery heart. Back when he had a soul, his long gone friend, Grand master Dashi. Had once taken him there to study the history of kung fu.
It was a long walk, the planes greyed with a foggy deep foliage. Haze crept into the stoned paths. A panda stumbled in the bamboo stalks while Chase made headway. He wanted to learn about something Dashi had once told him. A story of his first and only apprentice, and the blade they wielded. It took a while the ages of time, taking the landscape a new. But he still recognized it. He climbed high to a peaking cliff to get a better view. After more than a days searched, he uncovered it. Covered in branches and thick tree vines. A large tomb made of a dust jade stood tall. The large door with the face of a lion dog snarled at him. Grabbing it and pushing the 1 ton door with ease. it opened down to a dark staircase.
He left his chambers in a marching stomp. A long black silken robe clung sweetly to his sculpted disciplined body. Barely kept closed by a long mat black sash, with a golden embroidered combed pattern tied at the waist. Hanging shamefully open in the center. His carved torso, firm to the touch hung with a sinful delight.
He made himself a tea, rather sweet for the common folk, as one of his jetblack jungle panthers swooped a playful cuddle on his side. His strong hands kindly gave it a scratch behind its small round ears. He smiled to himself. He was waiting for this day. Soon the summer equinox will be in full spectrum. And just as his research had foretold. The blade created by the sun god himself will awaken. He knew he had to keep it out of the blasted monks hands, if the malicious morals would ever take over again. Yes that's right, he longed, no craved that darkness over the world again. Like a thick black web of atrocity, the world plunged into a cocoon of darkness lasting as long as he could would make it.
He gruffed out a deep pleasured sigh at the thought of it. His almond viper eyes settling.
"Perhaps I give my old apprentice a greeting?" He purred with a wicked delight, while swirling his oolong tea.
The group had landed on the beautifully crafted regions mountainscapes of Yari, rolling hills of lush grass cascaded across the rich earth. Tall aching trees, with ash brown bark, leached with a long stretch of branches. Leaves in a rich full bloom grew wildly in the dips of the summer.
"Mount Yari is one the famous 100 mountains! At a wild 3,180-metre-high or 10,433 feet, its peak lies in the southern part of the Hida Mountains, or the alps of Japan! Mostly it's just full of tourists nowadays." Dojo informed the group.
"Wow! What a beauty!" Clay exclaimed, the abundance of the glorious wilds breath taking for anyone to partake.
Together they began their search, Dojo could offer little insight, still in some strange mental block about this dang blade! Peeling through the obvious, turning one stone at a time, the large mountain plain differently hindering a rapid search, so Omi decided took to the sky.
"Mantis Flip Coin!" Omi exclaimed, flicking a small kan style coin into the air, and with that he took to a enormous height in an incredible jump. Up nearly 50 feet he spun round, hand pressed above his eyes blocking the sunlight, searching for any sign on wu. The scenery was truly marvelous it was no denial there. He kept hopping into air hoping for anything.
But unfortunately nothing could be found, other than some wild deer. The group huffed as they sat down together to take a break.
"Nothin'?" Clay asked, taking a hunching seat against a large tree. Waving his hat on his face, trying cool off a touch.
"Nope, notta!" Kimiko chimed in, her face falling as she plopped down holding her head disappointingly in her hands.
The group groaned and tried to press Dojo for more info, but he had nothing to offer. He was getting itchy, the wu calling for him making him whine in anticipation.
"Its close I can feel it! Oh boy can I ever feel it!" He exclaimed, trying to scratch under every scale on his body.
Dojo now rubbing his back on a tree trying to find some sort of relief the group sprung to action. Looking through bushes and in small cave divets.
Omi hopped onto a rock, he closed his eyes and began to listen to the world around him. Seeing if perhaps he could hear the singing tingle of the wu.
When something suddenly ripped in his scenes. He jumped in reaction, Dodging a large metal worm like arm that blasted through the rich earth. Dust and rocks flug as Omi landed gracefully on his toes.
Taking tiger stance, he prepared with an abundance of enthusiasm.
The earth rumbled, booming echoes into the crevices of the mountains. Birds blasted out from the trees running in fear. Then the sound of a guitar solo, very edgy and late 90's in theme, started to rip out from somewhere below. Rising from the ground below, pulling vines and roots up. Like a cicada from the ground a small clear dome rose, on top of a stand like podium. It was black and matt brass toned. Attached to the side base on the stand. Multiple speakers blasted loud angsty music.
The group had gathered at the base, stanced and ready to assault. The guitar dissipated, and began to launch pre game trumpet noises. What seems to be dry ice, began to pool out from the earth below. And there, in the clear capsule with smoke rising, the foggy image of a man came into clear focus. The sun behind him, arms in the air he bellowed.
"Sup! XiaoLin hasbeens!" Jack Spicer, long time nemesis and rival? Bellowed to the readied group below.
He shot up a high leg on the lip of the stand, bending down explorer style to peak down.
The group took Jack Spicer in, They had not seen him in little over 4 years. He had tried to attack once after the late war. But he was swiftly stopped. The group grinned with a sick perverse, more than eager to stretch their limbs so to speak.
Jack had aged as well, now 21. His fiery red hair, longer and slicked back, the right side of his head buzzed down in a gear shaped pattern. At the base of his neck, the long hair tied in a tight pony, draping back to just below his shoulder blades. His eyes deeply maroon, tagged with his signature hook shaped eyeliner under his lower lid. He smiled, his still rather round boyish face, garnished with a small red goatee.
"Jack Spicer!" Omi called out to him.
Jack laughed maniacally, the once youthful teen rattle, now deeper and richer.
"Where you been? It's been awhile since I've last kicked your butt!" Clay mocked with a laugh, cracking one of his big knuckles.
"Ahh." He sighed as he lead to thought. "Well my parents got divorced so lately I've been spending a lot of time with my dad." He informed them, scratching the back of his head.
The group kinda looked at eachother, not sure weather to be sympathetic or not.
"But enough of that!" He bellowed pointing at them.
"Im gonna get that wu!" He starting to cackle again, before headbanging, as the sound of an electric guitar ripped a high electronic solo.
"Jack Bots!, Get em'!" he groaned a bit. Jack had seemed to be taller, a bit lankey, but it almost seemed like he had some sort of shoulder definition. Not in his same leather trench coat. But a black peacoat. With a black dress shirt and matt black brass coloured tie. He was wearing clincky dress shoes. That had an armored band over them. Like knights shoes.
The group didn't really care for his, less teen boy villainess look. They launched as robots swarmed from the sky. Combat begin, the group began to dismantle robot after robot. But the swarm was wasp like, the bots stronger, more accurate. As if working in tandem with each other.
The group didn't mind the challenge though.
While distracted with the fight, the didn't pay any mind to Jack, chalking him up to be the same weak boy they remember. But Spicer is a man now. No longer a voice cracking teenager.
He pulled out a what could only be described as an electronic magnetic frequency detector. It looked like something from the wheel of fortune. But in a small hand held device, something a clerk would scan a bar tag with.
He began to wonder. Ignoring the mindless robots with their fight behind him.
The small e.m.f. began to let out a static like charge noise. He used it to follow the magic aura that the Shen Gong Wu was emanating, it was close. That much he was sure of. But where could it be?
Clays fist ripped through the chest of a robot, gears and wires bursted out its shell with the raw intensity of the impact. It began to fry and sizzle.
"Initiating self destruct." A feminine robotic voice called out from it. His baby blues opened wide as he slid his arm out. And proceeded to kick it high into the air. It exploded with a thunderous boom, echoing loudly as black blooming smoke and fire shot shrapnel to the ground.
"Wait where's Jack!?" Dojo cried out from behind a rock.
Kimiko locked on to him walking off in the distance. "There he is!" she pointed at him. She began to sprint towards him. Launching in a front flip she brought a tight toned kicked strike at him.
Jack didn't look away from his device, he just lifted his free hand in her direction. His black leathered glove split, as brass coloured metal encased his arm in a metallic armoured glove, the center of his palmed bloomed in a red and white bioluminesce glow.
His arm jerked back as a large bright laser blast shot from his hand right at Kimiko. Mid air she was helpless as her eyes filled with the colour red. She could only hold her breath as the group cried her name in panic.
Impact. The blast ripped her shoulder in a burning blood spray, she spiralled into the earth. Crimson leaking out from the burn. Kimiko cried out in screaming pain. She gripped her shoulder, the cut wasn't extremely deep, but it was hot and burned viciously. She began to sweat as she held herself in agony.
The group tried to catch up to her, but the robots began to morph together. Creating large standing, samurai looking beasts of rock. They all began to hum as the sound of metal music blasted from the podium.
White noise, then in the same second, the once destroyed robots. Now greater in size, eyes bloomed red. They took a wide stepped stance, as their arms shot out with blades towards Omi and Clay. They dodged, the fight was getting rougher. Dojo pulled out a smartphone from a small bag they had.
He called a saved number and held it to his ear, it rang a few times before someone picked up.
"Hey buddy whats-"
"Raimundo! It's an emergency!" Dojo called out in a sob.
"What!" he was cut off again.
"The group is getting their buts kicked! A new wu revealed itself! And I have no idea what happened to Jack but he's upped his game, Kimiko Got hit super hard!"
"Fuck! What! I'm in Brazile. And Wuya stole the golden tiger claws!"
Raimundo Cursed loudly as he told Dojo he was on his way somehow. He apologized with deep heavy eyes to his family. But his mother only took his hand and gave him a deep hug. With motherly love she cupped his strong jaw, and smiled tenderly.
"Do what you must." She assured him, with the warmth only a mother could have.
He put his large hand over hers and leaned into it. They embraced in a tender hug as he departed. He held his hand up to the sky, holding a small sphere in the air. Shard of Lighting. With a thunderbolt he disappeared from sight.
Kimiko, had regained composure, sweating roughly she was attacked by multiple robots. The group stood back to back in a three point stance.
"You okay Kimi?" Omi asked, his voice toned with worry.
"Yeah i'm alright, just a knick!" she lied with a huff.
"Well enough dancing like it's the cowpoke at midsummer. Lets crush em'!" Clay gritted out, his voice much deeper from when he was a teen.
The group launched a full out assault. They fought and destroyed, using the powers of their elements in full force, ripping apart the mountain side in a wave of power. The last bot left, sparked on a limp as it stood before them. They were all panting, covered in abrasions and blood. Omi swallowed roughly. Rising a palm towards the bot he launched a kick. The bot dodged him with a spin, and kicked him in his spine.
"Omi!" The group called in panic.
Omi flew across the land, landing on what he thought would be the earth. But he punctured through it. Falling down into a catacomb, hidden by thin earth and vines.
He fell, down at least 30ft. Spinning himself into a tumble to lessen the fall from the ground. He huffed, his shoulder and spine burning. With a heaving breath sweat poured from his brow as he looked around to where he could have fallen.
A small world under the ground. Like peaked layers of curtains in from the earth above. Angelic and streamlined, it illuminated the creator around him. The ground was covered in crabgrass and red equinox flowers, or the red spider lily, it was like an in caved crater. The sight was breathtaking.
Omi stood only for a moment to take it in. His eyes locked on something odd in the center of the hall.
A small rock, with vines and black butterflies dancing around it.
He swallowed taking a pained step forward. He lost his footing in a small trickling river. The stones under it white quarts below making the crystal clear water glimmer beautifully.
"What is this place?" Omi breathed.
"The tomb of the fire dragon." A sinisterly sweet voice called out. A chill ran down Omi's still tender spine.
He turned with vigor. As The diabolical haylin witch Wuya walked out from the cave wall shadows.
Her hair was long and voluminous. No longer slicked back, a wave of bangs covered her left eye. Her eyelashes long and devastating, covered the swirling helix of acid green eyes.
She was wearing a long piao style black dress. It was silky and elegant. Covered in stinging red and grey branch like pattern. Her waist snugged tight in place pin styled corset. Her bar leg walked forward into the brush, the center part of her dress falling between her thighs as she strided.
"It's been a while hasn't, monk?" She teased with her sultry red wine like voice.
Omi's leg slid back as he gained a fighting composure.
"Wuya." He hissed, his charcoal eyes setting deeply on her.
She smiled menacingly as she launched to him.
Meanwhile Clay and kimiko ran after Omi, the two of them making quick work of the last robot. The ran down the hill summit to see Jack spicer. Standing in front of a small whole in the earth. Jack turned to give them a cut eye, before leaping into the whole himself.
"Wait you!" Clay shouted at him, the two of them following suit leaping into the depths below.
Jacks descended. His boots armor crawling with metal like his arm had. Before jets poured from his feet evening his fall. The small flowers, burning in cindering crisps below his jets.
He took in Wuya and Omi fighting each other. Seemily evenly matched, but Omi was injured. Blood streamed from his forehead over his eye. Making it hard for him to see, the crimson painful in his sight making him fight one eyed.
"Well well, Jack, how are you?" Wuya taunted him, taking quick notice of his arrival. Jacks face was rather dead panned. He turned away looking for the Wu still. His handheld e.m.f. going haywire, letting out a loud hissing noise.
"It's close." He confirmed. He took a notice in the small grey rock in the center. His eyes narrowed in on it. The ground above in a single rip, glowing down an angelic ray of light over it. It seemed to glow and glitter. A litter of swallowtail butterflies danced around the glowing rock.
"There." He said with certainty, putting away his devices making headway towards the rock.
He turned quickly into a barrel roll into the flower beds. Kimiko had launched at him from behind. She was rather disheveled. Her ponytail broken and her wispy black hair ran wild behind her. She panted, blood running down her limp arm. She brought her last good one up ready to fight.
Jack got up, dusting himself off a bit.
"You've seen better days?" He mocked her. Kimiko grimaced her face in a snarl.
His gloves peeled back, into robotic cannons, glowing harshly in the cave dwellings.
"Let's dance shall we?" He said launching a blast at Kimiko.
Clay joined Omi, Raming a bull charge into Wuya. She fell forward, tumbling and dishevelling her long maroon hair. She hissed in anger, getting up lankey like, leaning forward with a deep spite growing behind her eyes.
"Geeze Wuya, get it together." Clay mocked her.
"You're all fools!" She screamed at them. "This wu is no toy! It's too powerful for the likes of you!" She pointed at them her finger tip had a small tremble in it.
"Now I couldn't agree more."
The group turned, Chase Young leaned beside the centre rock, The light around him making Chase glow like a god. He was not wearing his old battle armour the group remembered. But a long black, han dynasty style traditional hanfu robe. A red sash held it tight together, with a serpent's eye in the center, the sleeves and collar a deep pattern less red.
"Chase young." Omi breathed out in shock. Their past, more complicated than he wanted to admit. Felt a deep shame in his heart just looking at him. Chases almond hook eyes locked onto Omi. He smiled with a sinister projection, Omi couldn't keep eye contact with him. Turning away to look at one of the many red flowers in displeasure.
"Wuya is correct, Enbu no Hono isn't for the light of heart." He informed them with that youthfully masculine tone, still heart raising within his immortality.
Chase's face grew dark and beast like, sending a shiver down Kimiko's spine. He looked utterly frightening. His aura dark and intimidating. He launched like a pouncing panther towards her and Jack.
Chase was fighting intensely seriously. With a devastating vigor that ripped the Cyber armour off of Jacks left arm, blood splattered over the foliage. But Jack had improved over the past years to literally everyone surprise. He could dodge if barely, and regain composure quickly.
He shot blasts at chase, using his hovering boots to dash around.
Lazzers shot around Until one hit the rock. It rumbled a bit. Shattering like an egg. A simple layer of a thin shell dissipated into a glimmer, revealing a small stature of a girl.
Wuya's heart lodged into her throat as she took in the statue.
Kimiko was launched by a kick from Chase, who took the opportunity while her guard was down. She tumbled, landing hard into the statue in the center. Her eyes burned from the bright sunlight from above. She crawled back, sweaty and shaky.
The statue, she took in, was a girl.
It was so skillfully crafted it was uneasy to look at. Like someone was just painted grey. The girl was, very pretty, even if she was stone. Carved like something made by Michelangelo her beauty was well preserved. The girl had long hair. Down to her bottom, the bangs wispy and feminine in front of her face. High full eyebrows arched, as if she was in a deep morning. Long beautiful wispy eyelashes over closed eyes. Lips slightly parted, with even the definition of a small beauty mark on her chin.
Trailing her eyes down, She noticed in deep layers of a kimono, the girl was holding a sword. It began to rattle and glow, bewildering Kimiko. It shattered the earth around it. There. The Shen Gong Wu revealed itself with a sticking aura.
Kimiko wasted no time jumping at it, But had to swiftly dodge an incoming blast from Jacks cannon arms. She rolled back, her face rather pissed with the constant interruptions.
Omi and Chase launched at the wu.
"No don't!" Wuya cried out to them, the panic in her voice falling on deaf ears.
They touched the rattling katana at the same time. Chase smirked as his robe fluttered from the windfall sprint.
"Chase young." Omi gritted out. His eyes full of anger, he tried to brush the blood from his face.
"Yes?" He taunted. Omi's brows furrowed deeply as he clenched his jaw. He went to speak but was cut off sharply.
"I challenge you to a xiaolin Showdown!" Chase called out at him. Making a rumble bloom from Chases toned chest as he grinned, with a cocky tinge.
"The game is coup de grace." Last one standing wins!" Chase called to Omis horror. The usual showdowns being rather childlike, where the loser only loses a bit of pride and maybe a Shen Gong Wu. But this time Chase Young is out for blood.
The room glew as the wu shined a brilliant light engulfing the area. The dust settled, into a courtyard. Ashe fell from the sky, that mirrored snow. The sky was a watercolor grey, becoming darker in each stroke the lower it fell. They were in what seemed to be an imperial palace. Japanese roofs, high in peaked covered in ash. Small wooden walkways, with plenty of small huts surrounded them. Vegetation was dead and dried. Like dried tumbleweed, it seemed thorny and cryptic.
The calm before the storm, everyone in the room sitting in a small path behind a dark wooden railing for spectating.
Chase and Omi glared at each other, taking a low to the earth stance, ready for the kill.
"Wait," Kimiko began pointing behind the two. "Who's that?"
They both turned, a gentle gust of wind, blowing up the settled ashe on the ground. Stood a small girl. She was around Kimiko's height, if not an inch or two more. Long dark ash grey hair blew gently in the wind, Her eyes were closed, with her eyebrows furrowed deeply.
She was wearing a deeply red, silken kimono, It hung open at the chest, revealing sheer shoulders and midriff. Covered by a black halter topped robe. The sleeves of the Kimono were so long and oversized it covered her arms and danced above her knees in wide open cuffs.
Her face was fair, skin like porcelain and milky. Her lips full and peachy toned, with a smear of rouge on the bottom lip. A small beauty mark on the right side of her chin.
A small hush ran over the crowd.
Her eyes opened. Blood red and glowing with a heat, her head tilted up towards Chase and Omi.
"Dashi?" She spoke.
Oc in coming, are y'all ready for me to hate having to write a fight scene. This one ain't for kids :P