Post by BlackCoven on Mar 9, 2005 6:21:13 GMT -5
Chapter 19 - The battle continues
Silence, nothing but the sound of wind whistling across rooftop to rooftop. A massive castle top of mud and rock. As luminous as it is malicious, the stink of dank moisture seaping from the cracks around them. Much like the smell of blood…..
"We have to finish this quick Shinta, Azazell has already been freed."
"What......when."
"Just recently, we have to be there to assist him in killing Mephisto, also, it has to be quick or there wont be enough time to bring Jinca back."
"You can bring the boy back, how much time do we have?"
"About one day before Azazells soul is locked, because the host doesn't belong to him, there is a natural resistance to his control so I should be able to reverse the transfermation, that is of course, if Jinca wants to come back."
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Souta yells as he charges with his flail in hand. His figure moved fast enough to leave a blur behind him as he slamed his flail across Shinta's body knocking him thirty feet off the rooftop. As he motions to swing his flail at Secanya, he barely manages to block the blow with his sword. "Not bad, you might be as strong as your brother used to be."
"Brother... What advice would you give me now?" Secanya wonders as their faces flash in his memories.
Flashback
"Brother.....have you given much thought about the temple?"
"I'm not sure Kale...with the war escalating, its only a matter of time before Mephisto's forces make it here, I think I should join the resistance."
"Secanya..... you know its against gods will to kill."
"I don't have to kill, I could.....I could..."
"Kill?..... I know its hard to ignore the destruction of our fellow man, but have faith, god will lead us down our path, wherever it may lie."
"How do you continue to believe so strongly, I mean, after everything thats happened?"
"Well, its like our father said, many men are destined for unbelievable things, some bad, some ritious. God intrusts us with the power to choose our path, if we stay true to our path, others will follow. Its a leader they crave, its up to you how they should be led."
end of flashback
Never in my life have I believed his words, not until...................today.
Secanya shifts his sword to the right as he jumps to the air swinging his sword down lightning fast missing Souta's head by mere inches. Dust from the rooftop fired into the air. Surprised by his own strength, he notices the sword has a natural blue aura making it feel as light as a feather.
“Oh…. Your just full of surprises, aren’t you priest?”
He simply smiles in return, contemplating his next move while trying to understand this sudden surge of power. “It must be the sword.”
Letting Souta regain his composure, Secanya stared his enemy in the eyes, trying his hardest to hide his fear while reading the contents of a scroll and slamming it to the ground with his palm. A powerful blue aura blasted around his palm while the rock beneath him turned a solid black. Not to be tricked, Souta lunged once more at his enemy swinging his flail into his shoulder interrupting the Priests spell.
“Stupid, I shouldn’t have let my guard down.” Secanya thinks to himself as he clutches his bleeding shoulder.
“So, are you ready to join your friend?” Souta asks as he swings his flail around in arrogance.
“You can’t beat me slave, not today.”
“After today, I will be the slave to no one, and you….you’ll be dead.”
Secanya was barely able to heal his shoulder while stalling with conversation and quickly removes a few knives from his belt. Followed by a lunge, he throws three blades from his palm as Souta barely dodges two, and one grazes his cheek bring a thin strip of blood to the surface. Trying to gain his composure once more, he could do nothing but try to block the massive swing from the priest as Secanya Sends his blade crashing down from the sky. The connection of the two weapons in full power sends a fleet of dust and wind around them like a vicious cyclone.
As the wind dies down, Souta turns his body in removing a short dagger from his belt and swinging his flail around the opposite direction. As Secanya motions to dodge the flail, he ducks into the dagger stabbing the priest in the stomach.
[SLIIIIICE] was the sound as blood soaked the dagger.
“Ahhh…….How I love that sound.”
“ku…ku….Its not over…..yet.” Secanya says with the look not of a scared child, but that of an angry, confident soldier.
“I was hoping you would say that.” Souta says as he licks the blood from his blade with a smile.
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“d*mn that Azazell……”
“Lord…Mep…Mephisto….” A wounded soldier cries out from the ground a few paces from Mephisto’s feet. His legs were torn from his body and he had deep slash marks across his chest. He was on death’s door as blood poored from his body like water from a busted pipe.
“Markis…” Mephisto whispers as he walks over to his fatally wounded soldier.
“My lord…he has returned, but I saw something….something different then before when you faced him.”
“Different, how…?”
“His host, he still had partial control, just before he went to kill us, he would hesitate, and the fire in his eyes would gain way to color…He hasn’t gained full power of his host, he can still be killed.”
“What great news, the immortal Azazell, can now be killed by mortal weapons. Its too bad what he did to you. You have proven your worth.”
“Will you heal me sire?” Markis asks as Mephisto runs his hand along his face.
“Heal you.. ha ha ha, I have a better idea.” Mephisto immediately turns his hand palm up and thrusts it across the soldiers face snapping his neck instantly. “So hard to find good help these days, ha ha ha.”
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With the sound of crashing weapons, Souta and Secanya battle on. The priest barely able to fend off the attacks with his wounded stomach, he slips on some loose rock falling backwards.
“Ah, the conclusion, how disappointing.” Souta says as he holds the flail in the air. Before he has a chance to swing, a small bladed star sinks into his back pulling his attention from the priest.
“You…seems I have another flea to squash.” He says as he charges the assailant.
“LUNA RUN!” Secanya yells as Luna is frozen in shock. Just as he is about to swing, a lion tackles Souta to the ground as it claws and bites at his body. Removing his dagger, he sticks it in the body of the lion as it screams out in pain before falling over to the right. As its breathing becomes heavier, his body begins to change into that of Shinta. As Souta moves to one knee, he turns and stabs the dagger into the chest of Shinta.
‘boom-boom’ .. ‘boom-boom’..’boom-boom’…….’boom ---boom’………’boom’ as his heart stops and his eyes turn to a glazed white. His demon appearance began to melt away as the look of a normal human remained…. Peaceful and still.
Shinta, rest in peace my friend.”
Sorry for the delay, but I was really striving to figure out how I want this battle to go. The next chapter should be pretty amazing on the part of Secanya and Souta. Havn't decided how much of Mephisto to include next time.
Silence, nothing but the sound of wind whistling across rooftop to rooftop. A massive castle top of mud and rock. As luminous as it is malicious, the stink of dank moisture seaping from the cracks around them. Much like the smell of blood…..
"We have to finish this quick Shinta, Azazell has already been freed."
"What......when."
"Just recently, we have to be there to assist him in killing Mephisto, also, it has to be quick or there wont be enough time to bring Jinca back."
"You can bring the boy back, how much time do we have?"
"About one day before Azazells soul is locked, because the host doesn't belong to him, there is a natural resistance to his control so I should be able to reverse the transfermation, that is of course, if Jinca wants to come back."
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Souta yells as he charges with his flail in hand. His figure moved fast enough to leave a blur behind him as he slamed his flail across Shinta's body knocking him thirty feet off the rooftop. As he motions to swing his flail at Secanya, he barely manages to block the blow with his sword. "Not bad, you might be as strong as your brother used to be."
"Brother... What advice would you give me now?" Secanya wonders as their faces flash in his memories.
Flashback
"Brother.....have you given much thought about the temple?"
"I'm not sure Kale...with the war escalating, its only a matter of time before Mephisto's forces make it here, I think I should join the resistance."
"Secanya..... you know its against gods will to kill."
"I don't have to kill, I could.....I could..."
"Kill?..... I know its hard to ignore the destruction of our fellow man, but have faith, god will lead us down our path, wherever it may lie."
"How do you continue to believe so strongly, I mean, after everything thats happened?"
"Well, its like our father said, many men are destined for unbelievable things, some bad, some ritious. God intrusts us with the power to choose our path, if we stay true to our path, others will follow. Its a leader they crave, its up to you how they should be led."
end of flashback
Never in my life have I believed his words, not until...................today.
Secanya shifts his sword to the right as he jumps to the air swinging his sword down lightning fast missing Souta's head by mere inches. Dust from the rooftop fired into the air. Surprised by his own strength, he notices the sword has a natural blue aura making it feel as light as a feather.
“Oh…. Your just full of surprises, aren’t you priest?”
He simply smiles in return, contemplating his next move while trying to understand this sudden surge of power. “It must be the sword.”
Letting Souta regain his composure, Secanya stared his enemy in the eyes, trying his hardest to hide his fear while reading the contents of a scroll and slamming it to the ground with his palm. A powerful blue aura blasted around his palm while the rock beneath him turned a solid black. Not to be tricked, Souta lunged once more at his enemy swinging his flail into his shoulder interrupting the Priests spell.
“Stupid, I shouldn’t have let my guard down.” Secanya thinks to himself as he clutches his bleeding shoulder.
“So, are you ready to join your friend?” Souta asks as he swings his flail around in arrogance.
“You can’t beat me slave, not today.”
“After today, I will be the slave to no one, and you….you’ll be dead.”
Secanya was barely able to heal his shoulder while stalling with conversation and quickly removes a few knives from his belt. Followed by a lunge, he throws three blades from his palm as Souta barely dodges two, and one grazes his cheek bring a thin strip of blood to the surface. Trying to gain his composure once more, he could do nothing but try to block the massive swing from the priest as Secanya Sends his blade crashing down from the sky. The connection of the two weapons in full power sends a fleet of dust and wind around them like a vicious cyclone.
As the wind dies down, Souta turns his body in removing a short dagger from his belt and swinging his flail around the opposite direction. As Secanya motions to dodge the flail, he ducks into the dagger stabbing the priest in the stomach.
[SLIIIIICE] was the sound as blood soaked the dagger.
“Ahhh…….How I love that sound.”
“ku…ku….Its not over…..yet.” Secanya says with the look not of a scared child, but that of an angry, confident soldier.
“I was hoping you would say that.” Souta says as he licks the blood from his blade with a smile.
--------------------------
“d*mn that Azazell……”
“Lord…Mep…Mephisto….” A wounded soldier cries out from the ground a few paces from Mephisto’s feet. His legs were torn from his body and he had deep slash marks across his chest. He was on death’s door as blood poored from his body like water from a busted pipe.
“Markis…” Mephisto whispers as he walks over to his fatally wounded soldier.
“My lord…he has returned, but I saw something….something different then before when you faced him.”
“Different, how…?”
“His host, he still had partial control, just before he went to kill us, he would hesitate, and the fire in his eyes would gain way to color…He hasn’t gained full power of his host, he can still be killed.”
“What great news, the immortal Azazell, can now be killed by mortal weapons. Its too bad what he did to you. You have proven your worth.”
“Will you heal me sire?” Markis asks as Mephisto runs his hand along his face.
“Heal you.. ha ha ha, I have a better idea.” Mephisto immediately turns his hand palm up and thrusts it across the soldiers face snapping his neck instantly. “So hard to find good help these days, ha ha ha.”
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With the sound of crashing weapons, Souta and Secanya battle on. The priest barely able to fend off the attacks with his wounded stomach, he slips on some loose rock falling backwards.
“Ah, the conclusion, how disappointing.” Souta says as he holds the flail in the air. Before he has a chance to swing, a small bladed star sinks into his back pulling his attention from the priest.
“You…seems I have another flea to squash.” He says as he charges the assailant.
“LUNA RUN!” Secanya yells as Luna is frozen in shock. Just as he is about to swing, a lion tackles Souta to the ground as it claws and bites at his body. Removing his dagger, he sticks it in the body of the lion as it screams out in pain before falling over to the right. As its breathing becomes heavier, his body begins to change into that of Shinta. As Souta moves to one knee, he turns and stabs the dagger into the chest of Shinta.
‘boom-boom’ .. ‘boom-boom’..’boom-boom’…….’boom ---boom’………’boom’ as his heart stops and his eyes turn to a glazed white. His demon appearance began to melt away as the look of a normal human remained…. Peaceful and still.
Shinta, rest in peace my friend.”
Sorry for the delay, but I was really striving to figure out how I want this battle to go. The next chapter should be pretty amazing on the part of Secanya and Souta. Havn't decided how much of Mephisto to include next time.
Your welcome.
