Here's chapter 5 everyone, did my best to describe a fight, had to look up a lot of stuff so i hopped it payed off. Made Chase much darker here.
Her name Ame means rain (Ah-May)
Gilded light burst through the woven holes of the earth, as if it was breathing a golden star. Dojos eyes bulged as he began to panic, slithering back and forth holding his head in a sweat.
"Oh no this isn't good! This isn't good!' he trembled loudly.
He looked up, the clouds above began to darken and swirl, his face fell as a single drop of cold rain fell on his snout with a tapping splash.
Slowly the hissing falls of thousands of raindrops filled the land in a humid shower of tears. Dojo screamed bloody murder as a lighting bolt ripped into the earth with a devastating boom, the mountains roared with its bellowing echo. The earth rattles, in a charred pit a man rises from a knee.
The Shard of Lighting in hand, sparks of electricity danced around him as the dust settled. Rain made quick work to dampen his long deeply earthy and rich, beach boy hair. Raimundo had joined the scene. His white tank top quickly darkening to gray over his rich olive skin. He flicked a loose bang out of his eyes as he stepped out of the chard impact zone.
"Oh thank the gods!" Dojo began to sob, clinging to his baggy black cargo pants. "Raimundo!" He cried out.
Raimundo shook his leg trying to shake off Dojos death grip.
"Where is everyone?" He exclaimed. His forest green eyes full of concern.
"I don't know, they chased Jack down a whole in the earth!" Dojo shouted to him in muffled tears.
"Then what are we waiting for?" He spoke out loudly to him.
Together they made haste towards the deep whole. With a mild reluctancy from Dojo.
They reached the creator, it was still bursting with a radiant yellow light, Rai covered his eyes a bit in a wince from its blinding glow.
"It was down here." Dojo said pointing, he had crawled up to Raimundo's large shoulder. Rai nodded in confirmation before attempting a leap down the hole, But just as he made contact with the lip, he was repulsed by an unknown force, he flew back. Landing hard on his backside, his hands bracing the muddy earth to lighting his fall. He cursed.
"The showdowns begun, till it's over we are waiting ducks." Dojo stammered with a sighing grief.
"Dashi?" She breathes, her voice soft like a thin river of fresh satiny water.
Omi could only gaze at the girl before him. Did she just say Dashi? As in Grand Master Dashi?
His eyes aimed to figure her out. She was pretty, standing out like a red star, deeply vibrant in the dull, blanch and ashy surroundings. She almost seem to radiate heat, like a mirage in the distance on a scorching summer day.
Omi swallowed, his lips pressed a tight line as he furrowed his thin black brows on her. Where did she come from?
In the distance, in the behind the small wooden thickly planked railing the rest of the groups could only look on. Anxiety fluttered the heart of Kimiko, she felt unsure. There was something different about this girl, she was sure of it. This girl, she was the stone statue holding the sword! She swallowed as her attention was snapped by Wuya sitting next her her.
Her breath was ragged, she studied her, the boarded timber they sat on vibrated from her shaking like a leaf. Wuya was sweaty, beads of perspiration making her skin look slik. Jack Spicer, also took a harsh notice of Wuya, not sure to make of her reactions. It was foreign, almost fictional. The Wuya who left him in the dirt years ago, was a fearless witch, who certainly got her kicks from tearing her enemies apart. Whatever this kid might be, it's got her up in a panic, that much is for certain.
Jack reached his gloved hand into the silky pockets of his pea-coat, taking out an expensive case-less polished black smartphone. It scanned his eye as it unlocked in a blue pixelated light.
He began to record the fight, A robotic hand forming out of one of the large buttons on his coat, holding the phone for him as he crossed his arms.
"I have a feeling we will be in for a show." He smirked.
A small gust of wind blew up some discarded ash on the ground. It was still falling above, in silver snowflakes of discarded fire. Her eyes where unwavering, he couldn't pick up any notions on what she could be thinking. It was unsettling the more he looked at her. Undeniably pretty sure, but it was almost creepy. Like a porcelain doll, to the eyes cute and desirable. But the more you stare at it, or when you're alone at night, with just its hollow swaths for eyes staring back at you, you become chilled, frightened even.
That was this girl, chilling, unnerving, and polished like a pearl.
Her hand rose out from her sleeve, resting it on the inside of her kimono, poking out from just above her black obi. Nails slightly long and painted crimson. Her head drifted up to look at the sky. What she was staring at was unknown, her face looked far away, and crestfallen.
"Who." Omi began, her head drifting back down to lock eyes with him. He gulped in reaction. "Who are you?" He could only ask, holding out on a shudder.
Her head tilted a bit, her hair cascading to the side with her. Face flat, deadpanned and vacant. She blinks, her thick youthful brow creeps forward as it presses, changing that expressionless porcelain face. To that of a cold malice.
Omi goes on high alert as every sense in his whole damn body comes alive. Raw bloodlust is the only thought he has. He is quick to take a defensive pose in coarse panicked instinct.
His heart slams into his ribs, a bead of sweat falling from his round forehead.
The girl in red, sizes Omi up. He breathes ragged, for sure the fight just got much more difficult. Where did this girl come from? Many theories raced through his mind on where she could have possible appeared from. Again he tried to submerge the thick lump in his throat. He huffed out with resolve, assuming horse stance. His arm taut and tightly flexed forward, his fist clenched in a vertical strike.
"I will not ask this again. Name yourself!" He demanded, the youth rattling in his voice.
"I, I am-" She spoke but she was cut off suddenly. Wuya slams her fist on the Showdown wall barrier alerting everyone's attention. Standing upright she wreathed with an intense palpable anger. A hiss crawled from her blood red plump Lips.
"That unadulterated bitch!" She screamed out at her, a tone so pitched you would withdrawal if too close. "It was you're doing that brought forward the fall of the Haylin forces and power! You nasty, loathsome whore dragon! She who betrayed her own father, murdering him in cold blood! Rich with deep sin, your betrayal dealing a devastating blow to the haylin side. Betraying us all, and even joining the likes of Dashi!" She sucked in, her jaw clenched so hard her teeth could shatter.
Wuyas whole body trembled with raw rage. Her long claws splintering the wood like a bear ripping the flesh of a tree.
The somber girl blinked, her glowing crimson eyes, blooming like an evil star in the midnight sky.
"Who are you?" She asked with unnerving indifference.
Wuyas face coiled in blood lust, her acid green eyes spinning as her scleroses of her eyes turning red, as they became bloodshot and heavy.
"Who am I?!" She screamed at her in a raged disbelief, slamming her fist into the barrier, its sparking with defiance.
"Do you not remember me girl!? You cut my damn arm off! You killed my only son!" She screamed, blood dripped down in an inky blob from the eye hidden by her long thick wavy bang.
Everyone ripped their eyes from Wuya, and slowly trailed them back to the girl. She blinks slowly, her lashes thick and wispy. Her bowstring lips cocked into a repressed smile.
"Say something!" Wuya screamed, seething with anger.
When the showdown began, a flood of memories burst into Wuya's mind like a charging cavalry of bulls. It was painful, hemorrhaging the blood vessels in her eyes.
She had ghastly flashbacks of memories that where sealed from her somehow. When the dragon girl broke free from the stone. It must have triggered whatever was blocking them. Wuya didn't understand, but the anger was unbearable. She felt that if she did not scream she would explode. This showdown would end. And she would rib this bitch apart till there was nothing left but a string pile of human remains.
The clouds above the monks temple began to bend till they broke, A devastating downpour flooded the monks temple. The booms of a thunderclap rolled across the valley. The raindrops so large and heavy they pelted like bullets on the curved tiled roofs. Candles and lanterns were quickly lit as the storm covered any of the sun's glory. Leaving the templed in a fogged darkness. Master Fung gazed at the black ominous clouds above. The wind picked up in a howling cry.
His thick salt and pepper brows crossed as his heart became uneasy.
With the haste he could manage he hobbled down to the hidden sanctuary, he could not shake this horrible feeling. His students must have reached the Shen Gon Wu, his instinct told him that was certain. But this crawling feeling that something was wrong was so thick if he did not deal with it, he felt it would be his undoing.
He searched and searched. Peeling scroll after scroll out of the walls. Nothing was of valuable to this situation. Nothing even came close to mentioning anything about Enbu No Hono. Not even the encyclopedia the late Dashi had created.
How could this be? The magic revealing scroll new about it, but how could Master Dashi not make a backlog about it? It didn't make sense!
He paused as he swallowed. What if he did? What if he removed it? Why would he though? That sinister feeling flicked in his heart again as a lightning bolt struck the countryside, tearing a screaming roar shaking the stone building.
He made way the best he could to the hidden helix stairs, below the meditation chamber. Fellow monks helped him make headway, bracing him in the storm between rooms.
He was soak, tired and cold. But he didn't rest for a moment. He hobbled down the old tiled steps. Grip deadly tight on the railing, he would not fall. He dismissed the group of monks, only he and Raimundo had access to this part of the chambers. Hesitantly they agreed.
He made it down to the bottom, heaving and out of breath in a chilly shutter. Not as young as he once was, his spine burned with protest.
He placed his palm on the Lion dogged faced door, it was made from a crystallize shimmered rich jade. The emerald diamond shaped eyes glew as his palm placed flat on its snout.
The room rumbled as a bit of dust lid down, the door shook and with a heavy drag, slid to the side.
It opened to a pitch black room, creeping with an deception that would make the faint of heart withdraw. But he would not waver, with his constitution strong he picked up a fiery torch from the wall, with a shaken shuffle, he entered the black room alone.
It illuminated barely. A library, dusty. It had not seen the light of day in centuries it seemed. Rows and rows of bookshelves ran in down as far as the light would illuminate.
He walked down the halls, his cane and footsteps creating a halting echo, the jade door, making him flinch and turn around as it creaked shut. He swallowed at his own nerves.
The anxiety was still raw within him, he inhaled, and exhaled. He would calm his nerves, He is much more disciplined than this. Now cold and calmer he made his way down to nearly the end of the great hidden library.
On bookshelf stood out in particular. It was full of black wooden trunks, small, no bigger than a breadbox. All the trunks seemed to be sealed in different ways over time. Someone had poured with a swampy red wax over it, sealing the contaminants inside. Others had a simple over sized lock in front.
His eyebrows set deep, as his crystal blue eyes looked over each box. He meditated, leaving his torch on a hook protruding from the wall.
"Oh grandmasters, and fathers of late. I fear the world may be falling into parel. Please guide me. Hear my prayers. Show me where the answers I seak may be hiding." He prayed aloud, the sound of thunder could be heard faintly, booming dully from deep underground.
"Please." he pleaded with a desperate whisper. His eyelids grew warm as something bright seemed to be in front of him. Glowing like a sign from the gods, one of the treasure chest, was blooming with a vibrant red. Illuminating the dark sanctuary of knowledge around him.
He swallowed, picking up the small wooden trunk. He could sense a deep and powerful spell of binding on it. It would take a profound focus to break it.
Omi swallowed, taking a shallow step to the side in preparation for any strike. This girl. Is what Wuya said the truth? For her to be so riled up and angry. His nostrils flared as he forced out a breath.
"Are you, the first dragon of fire?" He asked almost inaudibly, he watched her eyebrows press together in a soft discontentment as those words reached her. Omi faltered at this.
Omi snaps his head as Chase Young launches from the background, he growing rather bored of all the small talk. Now he knew well who she was. Never had they met, but he had learned about her through Dashi, and other sources.
He wanted a taste of what she was made of! Eager to sink his claws into that soft flesh of hers.
He impacted the earth with a two handed jackhammer falling strike. It exploded sending rock flying everywhere in a cratering impact. He had missed her. Omi slowly processed what he was seeing. Chase looked around. Not left nor right. Not ahead. A shadow covered his face as he looked up into the sky wide eyed. She had flown high, her crimson kimono fluttering behind her like the wings of a blood soaked crane. Her figure vibrant with the deeply soiled black strokes of ink in grey sky behind her.
"Fall of the comet." She speaks, She turns into a cycling spin kick, picking up momentum with each front falling turn. The tip of her black, wooden okobo sandals, turning red hot like a meteorite falling from space, burning with friction she crashed hard down on top of where Chase Young was standing.
The impact was devastating. The raw force blowing Omis planted feet back in a drag as he put a sleeve of his forehead, wincing at the fiery light. Abrasive heat blasted his face, like opening up a burning oven.
As the dust and falling debris settled, Omis heart slammed into his that as his eyes widened in devastation. The impact zone was massive, the earth was hot and scorched, smoking with lit ambers.
His arm shuddered as he huffed in disbelief.
Did she use a Shen Gon Wu? I didn't see her use anything! No that was a Kung Fu pose was it not? He had never heard of it before, who in the good love of grace was this person.
Rocks fell beneath her sandals as she landed with a jump out of the pit. Her eyes blood red, as a bit of smoke escaped her parted lips.
Chase had barely dodged the impact. The force she created much faster than he anticipated, but the devastating impact of the attack was the hardest part to maneuver. He got up from his defensive squatted position. His robe rather disheveled. Hanging open his bare sculpted chest had minor abrasions on it. The bottom knots of his tight abs showed as his high waisted slashed pants hid the rest of him. He snarled at her, He flicked off a small trail of blood from his chin, inspecting the cardinal red cut.
He chuckled perversely as he licked the blood from his thumb.
The audience watched in an abundance silence at the raw power of this small girl. Jack swallowed, he turned to look at Wuya. She was still vibrating with anger, her fists clenched so hard she had cut into her palms, her tight cuffs dripped with a tapping blood on the ashy planks below.
"Wuya." He began, her name startling her. "Who is this person really?" He asked, he kept his tone stern.
"This detestable feline. Is Ame, the first dragon of fire." She hissed with clear distaste.
Clay and Kimiko sucked in a surprised gasp. Jack on the other hand only grimaced and stared ahead.
So she's the one huh? He thought to himself.
"So wait!" Kimiko said with a small shock. "Does that mean shes on our side?" She turned to Clay for some sort of assurance.
"Hardly." Wuya grumbled.
Clay could only swallow, his hands felt sweaty, this girl was bad news, that much he was sure of.
Omi took a few uncertain steps back. The fight between the two had grown wild and formidable. Each side crashing into each other with lethal blows. Their strengths so palpable with each sticking stroke. Chase's fists blew craters into the area, she dodged with a nimble ease. Omi thought she was like a graceful swan, landing in a lake. But on the flip of a coin she became offensive. With brute power like a charging rhino. She lands a stiff kick into Chase, he blocked it with both forearms. Sliding black in the earth several feet. His legs dragging dirt back with him as he slid.
He smiled behind his arms. Perverse and dark. He chuckled under his breath. As his almond viper eyes, locked deep into the flesh of the girl before him.
He liked it. He liked her strength, he wanted it form himself. He fought the desire to lick his bottom lip at the sinful lust for destruction. He decided, he would have her.
They continue to trade blows, Chase had a hard time landing hits on her. She was smaller than him. Chase at a towering 6 feet tall, while she, on top of her 2 inch heeled sandals, only 5"7. Her center of gravity closer to the earth, she maneuvered easily in a spinning weave from his brutal hands.
Her face never wavered. She almost seemed board of their brutal dance. Omi tight fisted his hands. If it is true, if this girl is the xiaolin dragon of fire. The first of her kind than she was his ally was she not? He clenched his jaw, watching two masters fight was nerve racking for any young monk, no matter their experiences.
"Stop this." Omis words too light to be heard in the crashing of fists and kicks between the fighting pair.
Ame, or so Wuya had named her. Cut an eye to Omi, he immediately averted his gaze, a shameful wave flooded over him. Why did he look away? His heart so loud it thudded in his ears like a storm.
It took more energy than Master Fung could have imagined. He was heaving with thick pants. Haven crumpled to the floor in exhaustion. The spell Grand Master Dashi had placed on this box was no trickey. Whatever was in here, he didn't want the world to know. Or rather not the side of evil.
The lock popped off, falling on the tiled floor below with a clattering chime. Sweat fell from his bald head as he huffed. His hands were shaking with an expanded exhaustion, and fearful anticipation.
Inside the lockbox was a scroll, yellowed and brittle. Tired with a simple red ribbon. He swallowed at this, taking into his old and aged hands.
With a deep breath, he slid the tie off and unraveled it. The text was small and inky. It was hard to read in the dusky light. He squinted bringing the scroll so close to his face his nose brushed it as he read.
The text read as followed.
At the peak of the summer solstice, the very moment the equinox peaks over the ridged edges of Mount Yari, the Shen Gon Wu, Enbu no Hono with reveal itself. A showdown must not occur under any circumstances. If two people are touching this blade, in the stone hands of its old master. The curse will break. And the-
Master Fung drew a devastating gasp at the final few words of the scroll. He dropped it in a panicked horror. He stumbled over shakenly to a reading bench. Pulling himself off the floor. Grabbing the torch he hustled as fast as his old legs could take him. Using the book shelves as leverage holding his old body up. He reached the stairs as he gasped with exhaustion.
"I must stop them! I have to warn them about the truth!" He gasped, as he slipped on a wet step falling back on his skull, with an impacting crack that echoed up the staircase. The torch hitting the ground and rolling out in a hiss.
Blood ran through the divots of each tile, as it mixed with the water from the rainy soaked steps.
"Whats is wrong, my former apprentice?" Chase taunted Omi, with a cocked brow. "Don't wanna join us?"
"2 against 1 is not the right way of a battle. I will wait till you are surely defeated." He smiled back at his taunts. Chase snarled a bit as he rolled his eyes. His head quickly jolting to the side in a surprised dodge. The dragoness had launched a closed tight fingered jab at him. Slicing his jaw like a paper cut. It stung making him grin with sick delight.
This was fun, desirable. The thrill he had been chasing. A worthy opponent. He would crush her, and force that body to bend to his will. He licked his top lip like a demon as a noise rumbled from deep in his chest. Exciting at the thought of crushing this girl, changing that dead look in her eyes to that or horror.
He spun a high momentum kick at her. She blocked it with both her hands, she had ripped her arms out from her sleeves. Her halter topped robe the only thing covering her modest chest. Her back left open, her arms bare. Tight shoulder muscles protruded from her flexed arms. Her body was toned and disciplined under that loosely draped kimono. Chase liked it, he would force her to show him more.
He grew more sinister, his spiky black, forest coloured bang covering one of his glowing snake eyes.
"So dragon, what did you say your name was?" He purred with a cocked brow in amusement.
"I didn't." she put it bluntly, tone more rich and audible. Omi swallowed at her, she was unscathed, it was shocking to see someone go toe to toe with chase so vigorously.
"Come on, why don't you tell me? I like to know the names of pretty girls before I beat them into submission." He remarked, chilling words making Omi's blood run cold as his face fell into distress.
"I do not answer to the likes of you." She snarled back, her red eyes blooming with a cardinal glow.
"And what do you mean by that?" He grinned darkly, taking an offensive stance, ready to leap and strike.
"Do you think I am blind? That I can not see what kind of man you are?" Her face fell dark as she glared at Chase. "If you are even a man at all."
He made a strike at her, anger flowing thickly from him. She dodged the dust settled as a silhouette of Chase grew large, as the beast within ripped through him. Growing over 7 feet tall, his armored spiked tail whipped the ground. This hissing of a lizardus monster emanated from the clearing fog.
Chase Young had transformed to his other self. A large sickle green, spine piked, snap jawed, lizard beast. With long devastating claws, demonic eyes and a thick hide. He was truly formidable like this.
He began his assault, her eyes wide as she barely dodge his strikes, his claws cutting threads of her dark ashy toned hair. Quickly she frowned. Putting distance between the two, but chase was fast. With his faral strength he ran 4 legged across the war torn ground below. Now this dragon was truly fighting him. He ducked a ripping claw, as his tail smashed down on her. Chase snarled a prideful grin.
Her forehead was bleeding. The spikes grazing her. She huffed a bit in what would appear to be annoyance. Chase liked that. He liked her bleeding and out of breath, yes he would have more of that wouldn't he?
"Omi!" Kimiko cried out to him. He peeled his head away from the battle hesitantly to look at his friend. Her shoulder was still injured, she was holding it, that jet black raven hair, messy and disheveled. She looked worried and overdrawn.
"Omi that girl, she's the first dragon of fire! The one Dojo mentioned!" She informed him, her voice laden with uncertain concern.
"Yes it would appear so." He confirmed, staring back at the fight.
"But partner, how in tarnations is that even possible? That would make her over 1500 years old!" Clay reclaimed.
"Dashi, he turned her to stone. Mixing Shen Gon Wu." Wuya informed them, her voice drawn and melancholy.
Everyone swallowed. "That cave we entered. It is called the tomb of the fire dragon." She spoke. "Yes you said that to me when we were fighting!" Omi explained. "Yes im glad you can listen." Wuya hissed at him.
"Dashi hid her stone body here for over a century." She told them.
They all turned back to watch the fight between to beats, the lizard king, verses the fire dragon. Two clear masters. The girl, Ame. Was starting to take a beating from Chase, but he was the same. Thick slavic blood dripped from his hissing alligator jaw. A spine on his tail ripped off, whipping blood over the white sandstone below.
Chase shot at her, flying into a fighting beast like bounce.
"Monkey Strike." His deep demonic in tone voice roared out, in an echoing bellow.
The girl took a stand pose. Like everyone was it watching in slow motion, she gracefully brought her arm in a dancing ark. Omi gasped eyes wide.
"Repulse the monkey." She deflected his strike with great ease. No one spoke, everyone was wide eyed at what just happened. How did she know such a move? Omi blinked finally, his mouth dry from hanging open for so long. Chase was deflected hard. Smashed into the wall like a crushed bug. He fell out of consciences for the briefest of seconds.
But that's all it took. Chase Young was shot out of the showdown. He awoke, snapping up in his human form on the benches with others. He painted, his face coiled into a deep rage. This damned brat, how the hell did she do that?
There in the ring. Only 2 remained. Omi, and Ame. The chill that ran down Omi's spine he will never forget. The girl before him, now sullied with blood. A hiss of smoke left her lips again. Eyes glowing red she tore the young water monk to shreds with her mere penetrating gaze.
He felt he might hyperventilate if he did not calm himself down. He was better than this, he was disciplined. She looked him up and down. Taking in his features, as if it reminding her of someone.
That smooth charming voice rang in her head like church bells.
She snarled trying to extinguish his voice. Omi watched her shake her head, flirty bangs shaking side to side with her. She huffed, her fists tight as she looked back at Omi.
He could only gasp. Those blood rich eyes of horror, had settle, dissipating as they opened, into a calming, and stunning amethyst. He faltered at her new composure.
She sucked in a gentle breath. Like she was fighting the urge to cry.
"You." She began, jolting Omi. "Are you, Dashi's son?"
Omi's face became commercially questioning, his brows unable to arch any higher.
"No, no of course not. The Grand Master died 1500 years ago after he defet-"
"What." She gasped cutting his words off. He was afraid of her, just her words shot a halt through him he could not describe. The back of his mind rang with the showdown rules. Wuya claimed this girl was not on their side so to speak.
Does that mean he would have to fight her till she fatigued? Could he even do that? now sweating, from the heat she was creating, and the sweat of fear.
She turned darker again, her eyes pooling with that fiery red.
"You lie." She spoke as flakes of amber left her mouth. Omi trembled slightly. He breathed, regaining his composure. Taking a strong, offencive pose. He dug his heels tight into the earth. He knew what was coming next.
"I do not lie. Grand Master Dashi turned you to stone. 1500 years ago!" He declared, trying to hold back any fear he had.
"Lies!" She roared at him, open flames like a blast furnace raged from her mouth. The air grew hot, stale and heavy.
Kimiko held her hands, now afraid of this girl. Was she truly the first dragon of fire? Why was she like this? Is she not on the sides of the monks?
Ame launches a devastating blow towards Omi's direction, he dodges it, her fists ripping the sleeves off of his sleeve. The ground exploded with her impact. Smoke began to bellow from the earth. Like lava was boiling from the pit of a volcano. She rose. Red eyes cutting through the black smoke as it bellowed thickly to the sky.
"You can do it Omi!" Clay called out from the sidelines.
She ripped from the black smoke at him, like a panther deadly, going clear for the kill. His chest ripped in a spray of blood. Her claw like hands ripping into him.
"You lie!" He could have sworn he heard her whisper. He tossed aside his inhibitions, she was clearly not in the correct mind. He would have to knock some clear sense into her! NO matter if she is a girl, or how pretty!
He grew cocky with his own thoughts. He dodged her next strike with more certainty, only fueling him further. As she began to pounce again, her face snarling and distraught it was clear to him she was in distress. He flicked out his coin. Leaping over her he called out the name of the wu he brought with him. "Mantis flip coin!" It glew a golden sheen as he leaped a great height above her. She halted in her tracks to look up at him.
His forehead glew in a square pattern of glowing spheres, summing the water within him he flowed all his chi to the tips of his fingers. Sucking a deep breath he called out. Shoku! Neptune! STRIKE!" water flowed around him as a dragon dancing cascade towards the earth below. The title wave of a whirlpool like wave crashed down on top of her. Tsunami strong waves devastated the battlefield. Blowing away all the huts, paths and dead trees in a flooding tidal bore.
Everyone was silent, Including Chase himself, he could only look on. Jack could only stare ahead with arched brows and a gaped mouth at the strength Omi possessed.
But a thick shrill gasped cut the hissing fall of water.
Omi was impaled! held above the ground, by an extended arm.
Blood fell from his mouth onto her cheek, dripping down to her chin. Omi couldn't breathe, as the burning feeling pain pooled in his abdomen. She had stuck her flat palmed hand right through his rib cage. His eyes faltered as his vision darkened. He began to gurgle as blood filled his lungs pain ripped through him as he body forced a dry, dragged wheeze.
"Omi!" Kimiko and Clay screamed in horror.
She flicked his limp bleeding body off her hand, he hit the ground rolling, and the curtains of the showdown had ended.
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I wonder what the scroll wanted to say kek, also spot the paramore lyrics. I may have broke Wuya a bit heh