Chapter 8: Knives vs. Needles

The melody the clashing blades sang out is so enticing, only the orders of my master keep me lingering here instead of where I could get a better view of his mesmerising grace in battle. As it is, I will never live long enough to take in the uncanny charisma that he exudes, as though I'm magnetically drawn to those scalpels of his. I delight in the fools that line up for him to cut down; however unworthy they might be, they bring a smile to his lips and life to his intense lavender eyes. I rejoice at each heavenly clang; for as long as this celestial chorus continues I know that he is happy.

This man with the odd needles is rather good, but he won't win, he doesn't have the abilty to defeat my master. The doctor won't be able to be defeated once he discovers more and more of his power...it's developing slowly, but he's already further than he was when I started finding him these engagements. I can get him past that raving fool with the illusionary powers...fake dreams are a weak trick used by cowards anyway! What a joke of a human being. His battle prowess is notable but without his 'evil eye' he'll be as feeble as a newborn once I've woken the doctor's true power.

The way his lips curl into an elated grin as the needles rip through his flesh, the ruby ambrosia getting cast into the air by the open lacerations and sparkling in the open air for split seconds I wish I could replay endlessly before striking the ground. Not that the blow he took was much of a loss, hundreds of slashes made various crisscross marks along the body of his opponent.

Mr. Kage has stamina, I have to give him that much. He hasn't slowed too much despite the fact that he's lost at least a pint of blood already...and likely is well on his way to the second given that none of the deep slashes would stop bleeding too easily. The world would be nicer if it would actually let me watch or get more involved in these things sometime. Ah...what sweet rapture lies in those deft hands of his...what I wouldn't do to have him...

Not a good train of thought to get on...as I mentioned, dreams are for the frail of heart. There is no one good enough for the god of death that dances before me, I've known that from the moment I laid eyes on him. He's enjoying himself, I don't need to start crying...I'll miss something and however awesome his joy is, I cannot bear to willingly pass over a single strike he makes.

"Doctor!"

Dammit! I can't believe I actually called out...stupid stupid girl. I knew he'd be fine from something like that. Taking an attack from dozens of those strange needles at once wasn't a large threat to someone of his power...why would I scream out? I'll have to punish myself later for not being able to hold my tongue. Stop getting so caught up you act before thinking Constantina.

And then again...I can't help but take in breath at how inspiring and downright attractive he is as the smoke clears and he stands up, not untouched, but seemingly unbothered. The blood running down his body (as the clothes are mostly gone) only accents his appeal, the remaining dark smile sending shivers down my spine and giving me goosebumps in the best kind of way. I really will have to punish myself later, but how can one help but admire a deity of such absolutely intoxicating destruction.

Not a Scene Switch, but a perspective switch to third person.

The battle was defintely going to Dr. Jackal, he'd sustained injuries but he'd given many in return, they both had taken enough damage that it was hard to compare just by the number of cuts or the amount of blood. Juubee was backing up slightly when Akabane lifted his hand to near his face.

"Bloody sword..." he whispered harshly.

The blood along his body seemed to cease for a moment and some started to run up his body, it flowed along his arm and pooled into his hand, curling into the air and taking the shape of a longsword that he grasped a few seconds after he'd whispered the command.

Juubee paused and looked around, finding a new tactic he grabbed and held Constantina at...needle point, coughing a little blood before he spoke loudly, "back down Dr. Jackal. Or I'll kill your assistant here."

"Now now," Akabane tsked without much concern, "it's rude to kidnap people that aren't involved. Do you think it would stop me just because you have her? It would be an inconvience to be assured, but I will just as soon cut through her to get to you, here I thought all of you were the more polite sort."

"Thought wrong," Juubee shrugged at him before everything went dark...

End Chapter

The chapter wasn't as long as I would have liked but I thought it was a good place to cut it off for the time being. And I wanted to post something before I went to bed. I need some sleep. I'd have comments for any reviewers...but no one reviewed me last chapter. : ( Well, I'll have something else up when I get the chance. Thanks for reading.