Nomadic Brutality: PT 2.2
Yukio never heard the words spoken by the strange traveler in white and matching hair color, all but his shoes that is. Walking towards the man he drummed his fingers on the wrappings of the Zanbatö he carried. Stopping before the stranger, about seven feet off, Yukio waited for the man to speak. He did not even give a glance or word to Yukio. The man stood and brushed off as a thunderclap rang out in the distance behind the range. His cold stare gave Yukio a chill but he glared it off and spoke, "Do you know how to get to Tokyo?" he said sarcastically. He knew but what else was he to say to the stranger. The answer that did come to Yukio was that the man cleaned the prints off the blade of his sword before drawing one leg back into a right face, mid-lunge,
"Only place you shall be going is to the gods."
"Really? What have I done to reap this?" Yukio said and the man rushed him with a mere whisper of words from his lips, "Being in my territory." His tone was cold and electric with excitement for a new kill. Yukio only could sigh and dodged it.
The man only smirked and held out his blade. The razor edge facing the ground before becoming parallel with it, healed his arm back and spoke in a whisper as he focused one the tip of his blade with his eyes, "Flügelschlag des Phönix."¹ Yukio did not recognize the speech but then was caught off guard as the man slashed his sword through the air. However the man wasn't even close to lay a blow but the swiftness of the slash sent a sharp wind at Yukio making him fall back. The man stood erect after being in a crouching lunge and grinned, "You are bleeding." He said and held up his sword so that it looked like his face was in half. Yukio looked to his chest and saw that he had a long slender gash across his chest above the wrapping he had across his ribs.
The white haired man nodded and then pointed with his pale hand to the bundle, "Sie haben a weapon, nein?"² Yukio was kind of shocked out of his wit, how did the man do that without even touching him. He then felt the weapon he carried become lighter but in a way that he knew the blade wasn't touched. The tarp fell off of the blade with a thud, Yukio then sighed and held the blade's pole handle and spoke, "You know it won't be fair if I use this."
"You might be surprised." Was the reply from the foreigner, he could only sigh and decided to see if there was some truth in the man's words about him possibly being able to fight back. He held the pole with both of his hands and swung at the white-haired foreigner who jumped up and stood on the blade grinning, "Where I come from the wind is my mother and the sky is my father." The sentence made Yukio wince from confusion what the seven hells was that supposed to be symbolizing.
The man ran at Yukio, he was still on the blades sharp edge. His shoes clacked upon the blade as he ran at Yukio. His blade was sheathed at his hip but when he came to the end of the long blade he jumped over Yukio's head and unsheathed it aiming to decapitate Yukio. However Yukio turned the blade so the flat face would be to the ground. He then hit the man in the back with the blade sending him into the dirt face first and blade into the ground by the foreigner's head. Yukio turned and sighed. Well that was short, he thought. However it had only started for them both.
¹Wing beat of the Phoenix
²You have a weapon, no?