Old Enemy, New Threat: Jack Spicer
Chapter 3
I'm onna roll! To all my readers, reviewers and followers on fanfiction: I LOVE YOU ALL! Anyway, for those who may have been confused by my promise of my OC and getting through reading the fic and finding: whoops? where's the OC? weeeelll... I was planning on introducing her, but this chapter DEFINATELY. M'kay? You have my apologies T^T.
Chapter 2: Chase's Servant and The Showdown.
The stranger pushed himself from the pillar on which he was leaning and said, "Well, shall we get this party started?" He was cut off, however, by a new voice.
"Vat is this? Are you haffing a battle vithout me? You vound me, Master Chase," said a heavily accented and deep, but feminine voice. The warlord looked up and smirked. The other man spun around as if startled.
"And where did you get off to, Sen?" Chase inquired. The woman, or 'Sen' as her master had called her, sat perched on a narrow ledge, high above the two men, one leg dangling over the side. Her hair was a shiny red-gold, her eyes a stormy grey and her skin a pale peach. She wore simple, but expensive-looking, silk garments. A brown, sleeveless bellyshirt with a gold-embroidered v-neck collar, showed off a good amount of feminine muscle. Her pants were black and hung loosely around her hips. She was barefoot.
"Vat, can a voman not go to a spa vithout getting interrogated? I vas taking a bit uff a holiday," Sen retaliated lightly. She then swung off her perch and landed gracefully after a twenty-foot drop. With light steps that were almost cat-like, the woman strode forward.
"I didn't know you already had an apprentice," Chase's black-clad challenger said, voice dripping with disappointed venom.
"Apprentice? Nej, boy, I am seemply a servant uff Chase Young. Sometimes sparring partener as vell," Sen said, but her words didn't reassure the stranger. His fists chenched and he turned to the other man.
"Is this true? Please, do tell me if I'm wasting my time," his accused.
"I accepted your challenge, did I not? That should be enough. This woman is not my apprentice, she has no need of my teaching," Chase said calmly. The other man seemed to relax, a little.
"So, back to my question before we were interrupted, shall we get started?" he asked.
"Yes, I suppose we might as well. I will fight in my dragon form, I suggest, boy, that you keep your armor on," Chase said. The challenger, in response, pressed a button on the inside of his wrist. Suddenly, the fabric of his suit changed color, going from a pearl-like irridesence to having a silvery sheen.
"Vell, looks like I vill be reff, ja?" Sen said, as Chase transformed into his monsterous dragon form, "Competetors ready? Vell, start the fighting!"
As soon as she finished, the stranger leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the dragon as he lunged forward at an impossible speed. He then crouched down as Chase's tail flew over his head and kicked out with his leg. The dragon easily sidestepped and countered with a spinning kick of his own, he was surprised when the other man blocked with his arm. Pushing Chase away in an attempt to throw the dragon off-balance. Even more surprising, it almost worked. Chase was forced to step back, giving the intruder an opening, which he quickly took advantage of. Lunging at the dragon, the man struck, aiming for his opponent's neck. As Chase went to block, the other unexpectedly changed direction and instead chopped at the dragon's shoulder.
Chase stumbled, eyes wide. The arm that his opponent had hit was numb. He had used a nerve point technique, and with such accuracy that Chase hadn't encountered in a very long time. He had to recover quickly though, because the strange man leaped toward the dragon. This time, Chase recognized the feint and managed to grab the other's fist and threw him at the far wall. At the last moment, the man flipped in midair and landed, feet-first on the wall (a/n: think Tifa-style, only legs together). With only a minute left, the intruder launched off the wall, flipping head-over-heels and using his momentum to bring a straight-legged kick down on Chase's head. He never made it that far, because his target caught the blow in both hands and flipped him back over, onto his back. With an expertly executed backwards roll, the man kept himself from landing on his back and stood himself up.
That was when Sen announce, "And that's time up!" The Showdown was over. Chase's challenger had won.
"Well, looks like I win," he said panting, "I guess you get to find out my 'secret identity'. You should feel honored, really, you're the first." He then pressed another button on his wrist and a monotone robotic voice said, "Armor disengage."
The man's suit shimmered and disappeared. Underneath was a young man, younger than Chase had expected. He wore a simple, black, Chinese-style top with the kanji for 'monkey' imprinted in red on the back, a pair of black denim jeans and black boots with red trim. Chase then looked up at the face of the mysterious intruder.
He stared, the man was so pale he was white, his hair was almost the same color except it was silvery. His eyes... the man's eyes were a dark, deep red. They seemed familiar, but it wasn't until the man gave a smirk, that the dragon realized who it was he was looking at.
"Spicer?!"
a/n: SO your questions are ANSWERED! the next chapter will hpefully be funny, i dunno X3