I wanted to write a fight scene.
Welcome to the Hokkaido showdown, part one.
Harry Potter, Hokkaido, Japan, 8:45 PM
"Stay in the city, have fun, and do nothing foolish," Makoshi had told him after handing him a bundle of mortal magical money and setting him loose on the small town. She had said the words like she had expected nothing to happen unless he looked for trouble- which Harry knew very well wasn't the case considering his luck. But he still crossed his fingers and hoped his luck would hold as he wandered through the town that looked straight out of the history books of feudal Japan, with houses and shops made of wood and the bare minimum amount of stone. Makoshi had rushed off to the nearby mountain to deal with something important. When Harry had asked what it was, she simply said not to worry about it before leaving.
Needless to say, Harry was worrying about whatever it was as he wandered around the magical city, ignoring the curious looks he was getting from the locals.
There was a festival going on with games and food that distracted him for a bit before the noises and the crowds got too loud and too big for him. Harry had wandered into the outskirts of the village and found a small restaurant, he went inside to get something to eat- he should have known his luck wouldn't hold out. When he had ordered a pork cutlet dish, he was in the middle of a small argument with the shop owner at the bar towards the front of the restaurant about getting a fork and knife to eat but seeing that he and the owner couldn't understand a single word the other spoke; Harry was forced to draw on a napkin to show him what he meant when it all went to shit.
Just when he finished his drawing, the Hunt perked up with hackles raised as a silky voice spoke from behind him.
"Oh, do you not know how to use chopsticks, Gaijin?" The voice said as Harry slowly turned his head to look at the woman who spoke. She was about as tall as him, standing with deep dark eyes that were the same brown as her hair that hung in a messy bun with a few strands framing her heart-shaped face. She was dressed in a blue kimono that hung off her shoulders with a black sash wrapped around her middle, the skirt was cut incredibly short compared to the traditional ones that he saw throughout the night. But it was her eyes and smile that put Harry on edge, there was a hungry look in her eyes and poison dripping from her smile.
"Would you like someone to show you how to use them?" The woman asked as she leaned against the bar next to Harry, smiling at him.
Harry looks from the girl to the restaurant owner, who had turned pale as soon as he saw the woman, before turning back to her. "No, I think I'm good…" Harry says, his eyes narrowing at the woman.
"Are you so sure, Gaijin?" She said with the same poisonous smile never leaving her face. "I could show you that and so much more," she tells him, moving closer as her eyes flash a golden color and the Hunt growls in Harry's mind.
As Harry opens his mouth to snap at the woman, the Hunt's attention shifts as the sliding door to the restaurant opens once more as a familiar form steps into the room. It was the same Asian man from the House of Night, his mouth was open and halfway through saying something in Japanese before pausing as he saw Harry.
"You," was all the man said with a large smile on his face before several things happened in quick succession. First, the man raises his hand, and with a burst of power and magic, a large iron club with polished ball bearings as big as Harry's fist appears in his hand, with a small loop at the end of the handle connected to a chain of some kind. The Hunt roars in Harry's mind just before he leaps over the bar as the woman leaps backwards from the man. The restaurant owner begins to scream something about Dōji just before the man swings the club with one hand.
The cub missed Harry by inches, but the displaced air from the swing alone sent Harry flying- along with the bar, the barstools, and the back wall of the restaurant. Harry quickly tucks himself into a ball as he is sent flying into the night. He feels himself slam through another wall before rolling to a stop into what looked to be the kitchen of the restaurant. Harry propped himself up onto one hand and the balls of his feet as his other hand dug into his jacket pocket for Serpent-Hunter. He ignores the screams around him and the fleeing mortals as he reaches for the tap in his mind and begins to turn it open.
"What the hell, Shuten!?" Harry hears the woman scream from the front of the restaurant. "I was going to play with that! You didn't need to kill it on the first attack with your Kanabō!" She screams in a rage.
"Shut it, Tammy. I doubt the brat is dead from that love tap," the man, Shuten, yells back. The name rings a bell in the back of Harry's mind, but with the Hunt pumping through his veins, he couldn't care less about the monster's name- just that he had ruined Harry's meal!
"Are you drunk!? That surely-" Tammy begins to screech again, but Harry has had enough. With a low growl escaping the back of his throat, he shoots forward in a burst of speed and back through the ruined wall with the Gaé Bolg at the ready. The resounding clang of the blade of the Gaé Bolg meeting the iron of the war club cuts off whatever else the woman was going to say as Harry plants his feet into the chest of the man who had attacked him. Harry and Shuten go flying out of the restaurant as the larger man perries Harry's spear before taking a swipe at Harry with black claws that erupted from his hand. The heir to the Hunt abandons his head on attack by jumping from the monster's chest and sending the creature into the gravel road as he flips backwards to land on the roof of the restaurant in a crouch.
Harry could already see a crowd forming of curious onlookers but he ignored them, focusing solely on the giant man picking himself off the ground.
"A damn good recovery, boy!" The massive man yells at Harry before giving a harsh tug of the chain and catching the war club back in his hand. "I can see why my own brat picked you; you've got some good moves," he acknowledges with a chuckle.
"I don't even know who the fuck you are!?" Harry yells back as he stands from his crouch slightly, but keeping his legs bent.
"Really?" Shuten says back, looking more amused than anything as he brings his war club to rest on his shoulders with a smirk on his face. "You've been living with my brat for more than a month, and she never once mentioned me?" He says before barking out a laugh. "Sounds like that ungrateful little shit not to mention her dear old dad,"
It hits Harry then, why the name rang a bell. "You're Makoshi's dad, the oni Shuten-Dōji," he whispers to himself with wide eyes as the great demon begins to laugh loudly.
"And you'll find no father more proud than I, brat!" the monster says with a grin that shows off the large fangs in his mouth. "But enough of this talk. I'm here for only one thing, brat," he says before rolling his shoulders to loosen them up. "Your head!" He screams before pitching back and throwing his iron war club right at Harry. The heir to the Hunt grits his teeth before swinging his spear upwards to deflect the throw just before Shuten swings his leg over the chain attached to his weapon and stomps downwards.
Harry's eyes widen before he jumps to the side, rolling across the clay roof as the Kanabō comes screaming down from where Harry deflected in and smashes through the building, sending nearly half of it crashing to the ground. Picking up one of the clay shingles, Harry flings it at the Oni King- just for the monster to raise his arm to let it shatter across his forearm. But by the time the oni dropped his arm, Harry was gone from the roof with only cracks in the clay roof showing he was ever there.
Shuten's eyes widened in surprise before turning to his left to find the boy with his spear angled and aiming to pierce his heart from his side, with the crimson spear tip centimeters from piercing his skin.
"Die," Harry whispers as he goes for the kill on the monster before him, right before something strikes him from his blind spot almost too fast to react to. He has just enough time to jump in the air and tuck his knees before he is once more sent flying, right into the front of a house.
"How rude of you, Demigod," Tammy said, walking out of the restaurant with an annoyed look on her face. "You have a beautiful woman flirting with you, yet you do nothing but ignore her and fight with this muscle head," she says with a scowl.
"Hey!" Shuten snaps at Tammy with a glare, rubbing the spot where Harry's spear almost stabbed him. "This is my fight, Tamamo! Go find someone else's liver to eat, damnit!" He roars at her before pulling back his Kanabō to his hand.
"Well, too bad, meathead! I found him first, so I got first dibs," Tamamo says, shooting a smirk at Shuten before producing an iron fan from the sleeves of her kimono to fan her face. "Besides, I doubt the poor dear survived a swipe from one of my tails," she says as she turns towards the hole in the house just as Shuten scoffs at her words.
"Nah, my brat wouldn't have picked some weakling that couldn't take a hit to teach," Shuten says with a grin as he looks into the darkness of the house with narrowed eyes.
Tamamo huffed before she began to stride toward the house. "Me thinkith you have a far too high of an opinion of your mortal progeny," she says with a roll of her eyes. "I do hope he landed in the kitchen, it would make cooking him up a bit easier-" she begins to mumble to herself before, from the opening made into the house, came a large sitting table flying right at her.
Tamamo's eyes narrowed before she swung her iron hand fan upwards, knocking the table away from her. In a flash of silver, the Demigod was in front of her, his spear cocked back before swinging it as he twisted his body into a graceful spin. From the sides of Tamano and emerging from a blood red mist that forms, twin fox tails emerge to block the blow- only for the shaft of Harry's spear to meet them with a resounding crack!
"Eat this!" Harry roars before using his momentum and the springs of his lower body to send Tamamo flying backward, back into the restaurant she had appeared in. Harry turns to Shuten, who had his head turned as he leaned on his war club as he watched Tamamo flying through the air. "You're next," Harry growls as Shuten turns to look at him with a wide grin.
"Not bad, brat. Not bad at all; you've got some good instincts and more speed than you know how to use," the Oni says with a chuckle before turning back to Harry, his grin never leaving his face. "But I want to see what you can really do," he says as the whites of his eyes begin to turn black and his irises bleed into red.
With the Hunt roaring in his mind, Harry quickly slides into stance as the Oni raises his war club over his head. "Demonic Barrier Technique: Parade of Mount Oē!" Shuten-Dōji roars as the mortals begin to scream and run as the ringing of bells could be heard in the distance. As a barrier of crimson rose over the town of Asahikawa, locking inside the demonic technique, the shadows from every corner of the street began to rise and take form, and for one horrible moment, Harry was back at Mag Tuired as Voldemort was releasing the Formorians. He could smell the ash and salt in the air, he could taste the blood on his mouth, he could hear the screams of Atalant and Sirius, and he could see the monster that freed the rest.
"GAÉ-" Harry roars as the bright red crimson magic coats his divine weapon, thinking only of killing the monster in front of him, to end it before it begins. But that moment of horror cost Harry his quickest kill as the Oni of Mount Oē pounced from the shadows and onto him. Myriad in shapes, colors, and sizes but all having beastial strength that would break any normal mortal, they fell on Harry in legion. Their weapons were as diverse as their forms; some wielded pole arms, others sickles with chains attached to them, some with war clubs like their leader Shuten-Dōji, Swords and claws and lashing flaming tongues were aplenty in the hoard of monsters.
And past the falling creatures of myth, he could see the smile of Shuten-Dōji mirroring that of another, more familiar monster. Raw magic followed the rage that bloomed blindly in Harry's mind, as both the Hunt and his magic answered the subconscious call as his twin cores pulse as one. His ears pop, a laugh echoes in his mind, and his eyes bleed amber.
"-BOLG!" He screams as he plants his feet and swings, following the lines of death that coursed along the bodies of the Oni descending upon him. His spear blade severed five hearts in a single swing and implanted the curse into each one of them. The Oni that died without a sound burst from the inside out as they fell, with stocks of silver thorns ripping from their bodies. As Harry begins to spin into his dance of shadows and death, those silver stocks of thorns follow him- tracing along the remnants of his magic, spearing and entangling all around him.
Duck, Dodge, weave, spin, stab, slash, smash, block, kick! Harry didn't think, nor did he stop moving, because he knew if he did, he would be dead. He danced through the gathering crowd of monsters that seemed endless in number, he spins across the back of one to perry the swing of another's sword with the butt of his spear before twisting the handle to cut the one he rolled across the back of legs out from under it. He quickly turned to the Oni he parried that was coming back for a second swing of its blade. Harry quickly severed its arms before kicking the monster away from him. Harry started to move again, dancing in between the Oni, sliding under their legs or using one of the smaller ones to leap over them to strike the bigger ones. He became a silver blur of death and speed, letting even the slightest nick of his spear spare the curse that blossomed from his own power, but the Oni never seemed to end and only grew thicker the closer he got to Shuten-Dōji.
"Demonic Shikigami Technique: Rashōmon Daiengi!" a voice screams out just before a burning light shines across the street full of Oni, some of the creatures leap out of the way but for the most of them, they were burned to nothing but ash as flames surged forward toward Harry in the shape of a massive clawed hand.
Harry's eyes widen as the hand comes screaming down the street, right for him, and as the Oni around him leap back from the hand, he uses one of them as a spring card to lead over the attack.
Only to meet the Oni that cast it at him mid-air.
She was a small thing with pale skin and blonde hair and large, curving black horns, wearing an open bright yellow kimono with a red rope belt holding it to her body. Bandages wrapped around her chest, and a pair of black boy shorts hid under the kimono. One arm was completely missing, but the end of her limb was scorched in flames, and the other hand, a blade the size of her.
"Found you! You little shit!" the Oni woman screams as her red eyes gleam like blood diamonds in the night. She swings her sword at Harry as he brings up his spear to block it, only to find the monstrous strength behind the blow that set him earthward in a single strike. Harry crashed through the roof of another house, knocking the wind from his lungs, only to bring his spear up to block the crashing comet of blazing fury. "After I bring Shuten your head, he'll have to praise me and give me head pats and chocolate!" The yellow oni yells with a cackle.
Her landing sent a torrent of flames and force throughout the house, reducing it to rubble and burning bodies of those hiding inside. Harry watched as the Oni raised the stump of her missing arm, and from the flames surrounding them, she conjured an arm of pure flames before grabbing the second hand notch in the large cleaving blade she was using as a weapon. The pressure pressing him to the floor doubles as the female Oni begins to crush him as she smiles viciously at Harry. He was unable to move, unable to draw a breath from the crushing weight and choking smoke; his feet kicked out uselessly as the edge of the blade came closer.
Crack!
A single sound echoed throughout the burning house before that caused the yellow oni to pause for a fraction of a second before the shimmering and swift arch of silvery steel swung and severed the normal arm of the Oni.
The yellow oni reels back with a scream, pulling her weight off Harry just enough to push the blade off of him. As the Oni backs away, her attacker surges forward and swings his blade at her neck, only for the Oni to bring up her blade and deflect the attack as Harry finally gets back to his feet, taking deep breaths. The oni's attacker was a middle-aged man with long gray and brown hair pulled back into a long ponytail that went down the back of his turquoise and white coat. The man had wolfish features and sharp eyes as he engaged the Oni for a few more strikes. The single-edged blade moves with the swiftness of a practiced hand as the middle-aged man deflects the blows of the yellow oni before counter-attacking.
As soon as the yellow Oni's arm regenerates, the man slides smoothly into a thrusting stance before lashing out, stabbing the Oni through the arm and heart before taking a step forward and kicking her off his blade. The man quickly, and without saying a word, turns on his heel and jumps at Harry, tackling him to the ground before another crack! Is heard, and both Harry and the swordsman vanish just before the house collapses around where they were.
Part one, done!
Don't worry, there's more coming.
kingsaxcul, out!