They locked the horns with matadors, okay, don't get too heavy, He shined his fangs and Cuban chain, okay, don't get too heavy They dug a grave, he came alive, okay, don't get too heavy-Isaiah Rashad
As she turned in her sleep, Maki noticed the absence of a warm body next to her, cracking open her amber eyes. She saw that Yuuta was gone. Sitting up in bed, she looked around the spacious room and saw he was nowhere to be seen. Stretching like a feline, Maki looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and saw it was 9:10. She then got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Turning on the light, the sorceress walked to the large gray marble porcelain sink and stared at her reflection in the big oval mirror, a predacious smile graced her lips as she recalled recent memories.
"Did me and Yuuta…really just do…that!? Shit! We did! Maki thought blushingly, her heart, body and loins glowed with vehemence as replayed the texture of Yuuta tongue, the touch of his lips and the vibrations of his moans as he consumed her center. While they moved faster than she originally anticipated, she couldn't find it in herself to be upset or embarrassed over the fact. On the contrary, she craved and thirst for more of the feeling.
Maki wanted to pass all the red lights and the stop signs, she was ready to go.
The more she thought of Okkotsu the more her heart pranced with exuberance, feeling like a deep seed desire was forming into reality. Maki never thought she would experience such feelings and emotions like this, emotional feelings that made her insides giddy and mushy. And that scared her, more so than any curse or curse user could. But this fear had a different flavor to it, it was a fear she wanted to run to, a fear she wanted to fight and conquer.
Turning on the hot and cold water from the large gray porcelain sink, she cupped her hands under the running faucet and splashed her face with the lukewarm liquid a few times. Turning off the water, she exited the restroom and used the residue from her hands to run through her hair. Her mind on one person and the numerous scenarios that could await them.
She couldn't wait for Yuuta to return back to the room, to return to her. Maki wanted to see him, talk to him, taste him, touch him and explore this new sensation in their bond with him. She couldn't watch it all pass by, the moon and the stars.
Walking up to the sliding doors, Maki opened them and stepped out onto the balcony. Loving how the chambré air washed over her, with a gentle breeze aiding it. Leaning on the railing wearing a creamy colored shorts and tank top, the sorceress looked out to the stormy Shinjuku, the few raindrops that fell against her. Soothing her heated skin. It was a mixture between light and heavy drizzle, casting the city in hefty pluvious.
Maki thought of the assignment that brought them to the city, about the details, about how all the victims have been tied to the martial arts. In some way or another. Which constructed an idea in her mind, a risky one, but a good practical idea.
"But knowing Yuuta, he will be very against it. While I like his chivalrous nature, it can be a pain in the ass sometimes. But perhaps I can…persuade him to see the fruitfulness of my plan." Maki muttered to herself with self-assuredness, walking back into the room. Hoping that whatever her partner was that he was sheltered from the elements. Last thing she needed was him getting sick on her, they had a lot of work and…other things ahead of them.
Yuuta's navy eyes darted back and forth between the two men that emerged from the curtain of rain.
One was an incredibly tall and extremely muscular man with icy blue eyes and blonde hair. His body was covered in scars from what Yuta surmised was from previous battles, as well as several tattoos of what the sorcerer suspected were Norse runes. Which covered his chest, back, and his face.
His hair was tied into three separate braids, and his beard was tied into two smaller braids. He was wearing black leather pants secured by an armored loincloth with added belly armor, held together by a leather belt attached to a decorative piece of blue armor, while most of his upper body was exposed. He also wears two blue bracelets on his left lower forearms, a blue guard on his right arm, and a second guard around his right bicep. A huge broadsword hardened, in the style Cyclonic Blade and it was strapped to his back.
The other one, was tall and of a heavily muscular build, but slightly shorter compared to the blonde one. He had the same icy blue eyes. But brown hair, and a beard that covers half of his face, He had two braids in his French Fork style beard, by his chin.
He was wearing brown fur-edged leather shoes, blue-colored pants with knee protectors, and an armored loincloth with belly armor held by two brawn belts. On his upper body, he wears thick fur which covers his back to waist added to a nuclease-like holder around his neck while his chest is exposed and covered in an Elder Futhark tattoo. He also has armor on his shoulders that span to his forearms, along with several small leather bracelets. In one hand he carried a one-handed medieval mace and in the other a square metal shield.
"Oi Torsten, I knew you were full of shit, no way this…little kitten is a Special Grade. Just Look At Him! He looks like a stale newborn!" The Brown haired man barked, pointing his mace at the defensive sorcerer.
"Focus Thurmond, surrender now little one and make it much easier on yourself." Torsten spoke with a matter of fact bluntness, as he and Thurmond stood no less than five paces from the Special Grade.
"No." Yuta said coldly, his stance at the ready, like a leopard ready to pounce on its quarry. Rika hissed and growled with anticipation.
"Ah... Good." Torsten said with menacing satisfaction, branding his sword, which pulsed with electricity.
Yuuta's intuition told him that Torsten was the stronger, more dangerous of the two. But also not to take the other one; Thurmond, lightly.
"I'll kill Torsten first, then after beating the other one down. I'll question him. Get ready, Rika." Yuuta spoke gently, with an underline cold-bloodedness. And as soon as Rika snarled her confirmation, the swordsman repositioned himself so swiftly behind the large swordsman, it was like he teleported. Unsheathing his katana with eerie speed and proficiency, Yuuta slashed horizontally at his opponent. Aiming at his cervical.
In contrast with his brawny disposition, Torsten ducked away from the slash quickly, still facing away from his attacker. Undeterred, Yuuta followed up with a stabbing one-hand strike, attempting to pierce through the middle of his thoracic. Torsten again dodge, but it was much more narrowly this time. The tip of Knowledge God nicked his flesh, out of the corner of his eye. Yuuta saw Thurmond charging at him and manifested Rika a few feet away, who ripped out a park bench from out of the ground, some slabs of concrete still attached to the ends of it. The Curse chucked the bench at the charging warrior like baseball.
It hit the curse user hard, sending him crashing into another nearby bench violently. Yuuta pirouette away from a mighty vertical slash from Torsten, who was now facing him. The blow created a miniature crater where he once stood. The Blonde curse user attacked Yuuta with a series of boisterous and rugged blows, putting him on the defensive as he dodges and parries the strikes. After Yuuta nimbly aerial out of the way of one of his attacks, Torsten sent bolts of electricity at him. The Sorcerer, who evaded the first two blots, but the third struck him in square in the chest.
Yuuta briskly recovered flipping in midair and pushing off the abstract statue, he briefly landed it on. He pounced on Torsten with a double-handed overhand strike, unfortunately for Yuuta. The attack was blocked and Torsten flung him to the side in the process.
The Swordsman landed on his feet gracefully, but quickly had to duck a savage thump aimed for the back of his head, from the recovered Thurmond. Yuuta countered by striking at his opponents legs, looking to cut him off at the knees. Thurmond narrowly moved out of the way, but still received minor cuts on his kneecaps.
"Look At this Brother, this kitty got fangs!" The Brown haired curse user barked savagely, assaulting Yuta with robust violence. Who deflected and parried expertly, irritating Thurmond, which caused his blows to be less precise. Seeing an opening, Yuuta struck an open-palm uppercut at the underside of Thurmond's jaw, sending the burly man stumbling back.
"Ah Shit–Fuck!" Thurmond cursed angrily.
Yuuta tried to follow up his attack, with a slash to the chest, but Thurmond blocked it with his shield. The sword scraped against the metal so fiercely, that tiny sparks flew from the impact. Taking advantage of the moment, the curse user jabbed his mace into the swordsman's shoulder hard. Yuuta winced as he felt the pain run through his right shoulder down to his elbow. Blocking out the ache, Yuuta lashed out with a strong quick side kick. The hit was blocked again by Thurmond using his shield, but momentum sent him sliding back.
Feeling that Torsten was barreling down on him like a bear from his blindside, Yuuta flipped over the charging giant and concurrently tried to decapitate him. Torsten, again barely blocked the slash, he tried to retaliate with a stout electric charge right hook. As soon as the sorcerer touched the ground, Yuuta pirouette away from the punch, but not from the follow-up knee that struck him firmly in the midsection. Taking advantage of the reeling sorcerer, Torsten attacked with another strong strike, trying to crush Yuuta. Who countered quickly with a horizontal block.
Thurmond appeared at his brother's right flank and aimed a bashing blow to the right side of Yuuta's temple. Breaking the short blade lock, Yuuta sidestep gracefully and swiftly to the left, evading the callous smack.
The Brother Duo blitzed Yuuta with a chain of destructive but well coordinated attacks. Yuuta guarded against the onslaught the best he could, but some of the strikes still made it through his defenses. Torsten's sword grazed his left temple, the other strike slashed him on the side of his right arm, Thurmond's mace caught him on right knee and cheek.
Thurmond then used a lightning bolt to strike the ground opposite of where Yuuta was standing and appeared in the same location the bolt struck, seeking to pulverize Yuuta with a nasty swing. Yuuta crossed his arms and stopped the strike by catching it with his left empty hand, while also blocking Torsten's slash with his Knowledge God. Holding both of them at bay in a deadlock.
Yuuta grimaced as he felt and smelt his flesh sizzling, as Thurmond's mace started crackling with electricity. The Sorcerer glared viciously at his foes as they grin mercilessly at him.
"Oi, Torsten I knew this little fucker was overrated! I met kitten shit that was tougher than this pric–ugh! Thurmond's boasting was interrupted by Yuuta snap kicking him in the mouth, making him wobble back.
Summoning Rika, Yuta instructed her to deliver a sturdy slap to the mace wielder, hurling him through the air and crashing into a tree. Causing the perennial plant to topple over.
Now having a free hand, Yuuta gripped his katana tightly with both hands and he pushed upwards strongly, breaking the lock with the cyclonic sword and knocked its owner off balance marginally. Taking advantage of the tiny opening, Yuuta dispatched a powerful front kick to the center of Torsten's solar plexus, sending the blonde giant reeling back. Pressing his offense, Yuuta slashed his opponent from the end of left pictorial to the top of his right side of his abdomen.
"Shit! Too shallow." The Sorcerer said softly annoyed with himself, the cut was too hollow to have the damage he wanted. But it must have stung all the same, by the expression the giant wore.
But then that expression turned into a predatory smile, as he traced his hand over some of the cut. Bring his bloody hand up to his face, studying it. Then turned his murderous icy eyes to person who caused it.
"I can't remember the last time we faced an actual challenge. I hope you continue to be someone worthy of killing Yuuta Okkotsu. Your death will make the Valkyries sing triumphantly." Torsten proclaimed boomingly, pointing his broadsword at his prey.
Before Yuuta questioned him on how he knew him or could go back on the offense, when he sensed danger coming towards him. Turning his body slightly, the swordsman saw that Thurmond had recovered and launched a massive border imbued with electricity at him.
For a brief long moment, Yuuta was filled with nothing but thoughts of partner. Filled with nothing but Maki, on how he wished she was and wasn't here with him. On how he wanted her assistance, but also wanted her to be safe and sound.
But thoughts were briskly shoved into the back of his mind. And Yuuta braced himself for the incoming storm.
Maki looked away from the program she was watching and abruptly got out of bed and went to the large window. She could sense it, she could feel it. Yuuta was in a battle and he needed her help.