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And like that we're back with another contest to test skill, popularity and grammar.

The picture on the left (or above in case you're using your phone) comes to us courtesy of one talent person from the artist section namely @payno

Contest #32 is this:

* You are to write a fight/battle/brawl/punch-up/slobberknocker/rumble/deathmatch. It's a comic book fight!

* The pictured person is either your hero OR villain

* You get to name them (coz it could be a girl or even a sexless robot) and give them their powerset (if they have any) and any other details because they have no details asides from the picture, they're a blank slate...in colour, with a sword...you get the idea.

* They will fight your hero or villain that you invent to oppose them in this fight/brawl/punch-up/slobberknocker/rumble/deathmatch

* Set it wherever you like except for an established published universe eg no DC, Marvel, Image, Dark Horse.

* No word limit but remember what people's attention spans ar...ooh a blue guy with a sword...sorry, what was I saying.

* The time frame you have to write this epic fight is 17 days which means it ends on the 20/11/2014. Today is the 3rd. And we're running on Australian time because I'm Australian and I'm setting the contest rules (pokes out tongue like child and does silly taunting dance). So you in the other parts of the world still have 17 days but it ends on the 19th coz you're backward :)

Good luck and let's get ready to rummmmmmbllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeee!

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@batkevin74: What's the word count limit, or is there one this time around?

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@delphic: * No word limit but remember what people's attention spans ar...ooh a blue guy with a sword...sorry, what was I saying.

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#4  Edited By mikesterman

Here is my submission. I hope the word count doesn't kill me (even though my style seems fast-paced) and I hope the grammar isn't so bad

It was a cold, snowy night in Kyoto, Japan. It has been about nine years since Japan surrendered to the US during WWII. Kaito Kimotsuki, has been wandering around Japan, since he found an ancient scroll in the hands of his fallen comrade, during the battle of Manila bay. This scroll was one of the Seven Scrolls of Bushido. This scroll granted Kaito immortality from natural causes. So now he has been wandering to find the other seven. Finally he reached his destination: an old penthouse, on the peak of a snowy mountain. It has been rumored that a man with super human strength lives there. Kaito believes this man has the fifth scroll.

Kaito walked up to the penthouse, and saw the sign.

“ロイヤルドラゴンのホーム” or “The home of the Royal Dragon.”

Kaito entered without knocking, and there was a man dressed in blue robes with white dragon designs and a dragon mask was sitting reverently.

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“Who dares to enter the Royal Dragon’s Home?” The man asked with a sharp voice.

Kaito presented himself and bowed.

“I am Kaito Kimotsuki.”

The Royal Dragon bowed without getting up from his criss-crossed position.

“I am Roiyaru Doragon.” He said, “What brings you here to my chambers?”

“I have searched far and wide for the Seven Scrolls of Bushido.” Kaito said. “I hear you have gotten your strength from one.”

“Hmm, have you found any other yet?” Roiyaru asked. Thinking that he could take the one Kaito already has.

“The first one.” Kaito answered. “It grants me immortality from natural causes.”

Roiyaru tried to hide his deception. He knew if he could kill Kaito, then he could obtain his power.

“I’ll tell you what.” Roiyaru started. “I have something you want, and you have something I want. The only way to settle it is for one of us to give the other an honorable death.”

Kaito was skeptical at first. This man is definitely stronger than a regular person, how is Kaito to defeat him? Then Kaito thought about how these scrolls bought purpose to his life. He would rather die fighting for his purpose, than leave a failure.

“I’ll do it.” Kaito said.

“Very well.” Roiyaru said

In a split second, Roiyaru unsheathed his blade, and was slicing at Kaito’s throat. Kaito swiftly grabbed his own blade, and blocked Roiyaru’s attack. There blades buckled and they were staring each other in the eye.

“The scroll will be mine!” Roiyaru declared.

“I don’t think so!” Kaito remarked, and he slipped his sword out of the clash and took a stab at Roiyaru, who blocked it with his sword. Due to Roiyaru’s enhanced strength, the block threw Kaito off balance, giving Roiyaru an opening. Roiyaru took advantage of the opening and kicked Kaito in the chest. The strength of the kick was so great, it sent Kaito flying across the room. Kaito hit a wall, leaving a huge crack, then fell on his hands and knees. Roiyaru then jumped from his spot and tried to slice down on Kaito. Kaito avoided the strike as quick as he can.

“Ha, first blood.” Roiyaru snickered. Kaito saw blood on Roiyaru’s blade, and looked at his left arm. It had received a light slice.

“What matters, is who gets last blood.” Kaito remarked, and then slashed at The Royal Dragon.

Clang, cling , clunk, their swords clashed attack after attack. Sparks were flying off the swords. Neither sword was hitting flesh. Kaito new that he wasn’t going to last long if the fight kept up like this. He decided to use Roiyaru’s strength against him.

Kaito clashed his blade against the Royal Dragon’s, and started backing up (as if he was being over powered). Kaito kept this up until he had his back against a wall. Roiyaru smiled.

“It is over!” Roiyaru said in a victorious tone.

“It is about to be.” Kaito replied. Then he forced Roiyaru’s blade into the wall. Kaito slipped out and sliced down with his blade. Roiyaru was able to escape the attack unscathed, but his blade was cut in half.

“It looks like your blade doesn’t share your strength.” Kaito taunted, than attacked the unarmed warrior. Roiyaru ducked slepped away from every slice. He juked Kaito, then grabbed both halves of his sword.

Kaito kept attacking with skillful slashes, but they were no match for the experienced Royal Dragon. Roiyaru evaded Kaito’s attacks and finally delivered a slash to Kaito’s left leg with the top half of his broken sword, and slashed his right shoulder, simultaneously. This attack made Kaito drop his weapon and spin to the floor, in pain.

“You were a worthy opponent.” Roiyaru praised, and then held the bottom half of his sword to Kaito’s neck. “But it wasn’t enough. Now, immortality is mine!”

Kaito didn’t want to die a loser. He knew he had only one chance to live, but it wasn’t honorable. It was either dishonor or death. Kaito decided to choose dishonor. He quickly reversed Roiyaru’s sword into his shoulder. Roiyaru screamed in pain, and Kaito kicked him as hard as he can in the face.

Kaito scrambled up and grabbed his own sword. He pointed it in front of Roiyaru’s face before he could recover.

Once Roiyaru saw the blade in his face, he realized he had been defeated.

“I see.” The Royal Dragon said. “Hesitating to kill you was my own undoing.”

“Before I kill you.” Kaito started. “You were a great warrior, I want your blessing.”

“You will not only get a blessing, but a curse as well.” Roiyaru took his mask off. “May you find the rest of The Scrolls of Bushido, may your power be great. But, for the dishonorable win you have earned today; whenever you see my mask, your power will become moot.”

Kaito saw as a green smoke ascended from the Royal Dragon, and covered the blue and white mask.

“May your soul find the afterlife.” Kaito said, and then he sliced his sword. After two seconds, Roiyaru’s head fell off his body. Blood gushed from the top of his severed neck, and the body fell backwards. The Royal Dragon has fallen.

Again a green smoke ascended from Roiyaru’s body, but it went to a room. Kaito followed the smoke into the room and saw it descend into a scroll. Kaito picked up the scroll and read the Haiku out loud.

“The fifth scroll of Bushido:

The great strength is yours.

Unmatched, it is in battle.

Use the strength wisely.”

Then a green fire consumed Kaito, and he felt his whole body numb. After the fire has ceased, Kaito went up to the nearest tree, and punched it down. But when he looked at the Royal Dragon’s mask, he would lose it.

Kaito tried to destroy it, but it couldn’t be. It was cursed. Kaito buried it along with it’s owner.

Now he still wanders, looking for the other five, dreading the day someone finds it.

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@batkevin74: So it's a fight scene with the guy from your picture?

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#7  Edited By Jkutz

This is my entry into the competition, I hope you can enjoy it :D

The Azure Assassin vs Entropy

I found it hard to push myself back into the line of detective work, but the decimation of my home town forced me back into the game, that and I needed to keep up on rent. Hours upon hours of searching and collecting clues in order to locate the perpetrator, all that didn’t matter in the long run. The culprit had found out that I was on to him and sent me a letter of challenge, it read

“I know who you are, Azure Assassin, come to the old Alabaster warehouse on Baker Street and we’ll settle it there, don’t expect it to last, this is a one way ticket.

-Entropy”.

Donning the mask and blue gi, I grabbed my saber and headed to the warehouse, ready to accept my fate. What met me there was one of the most unsettling sights I have seen in all my days of work. What resembled a man stood in front of my, his back was arched forward in a most unnatural way. His arms had grey, oozing, external veins that pulsated as if what was flowing through them intended to leave his body rather quickly. He lumbered toward me in a mechanical fashion and beckoned for me to attack him. I moved to strike him down, remembering my training from the Academy and went for his midsection. He caught me off guard with a teleportation technique that I could not have seen coming.

My attack completely missed and he was all of a sudden behind me, I could hear the squishing and sloshing of material being made, what I assumed was coming out of his arms. I turned to be greeted with a ball of grey matter racing toward my face at an unnatural speed. It contained a flashing red light, which I only assumed to be a timer of some sort, and it rang with a beeping noise that anyone would find annoying. I instinctively raised my left hand with a performing shield on my left hand to block the incoming assault. The paste-like material became stuck to my shield and after a one-second delay, hit me with enough force to knock me back, but didn’t do any real damage.

“Shall we begin Azure Assassin?” He said, taunting me, trying to get me rattled, but even after his display I wouldn’t be rattled, he needed to be stopped.

“Ready when you are” I replied. This wasn’t my first time at the rodeo, teleportation wasn’t exactly a new concept, fighting exactly three people that possessed the skill before. I was able to track his movements through the grey mist he left behind, it moved in the direction he was teleporting, a natural flaw.

His next assault came from above, he shot more of that grey matter out of a hole in his wrist after he teleported above me. I narrowly dodged and swung my sabre into the direction of his head. This is when I determined he couldn’t spam-teleport, but he was able to block. He put up some sort of wall made out of a sand-like material, made from the same material that the explosives were since the sand was grey and absorbent in nature.

Proceeding to swipe at his legs with my own, I was able to make solid contact, dealing a small amount of damage to him. He jumped back, proceeding to pump grey ooze out of his wrists. A tsunami of ooze approached my position and managed to crash down on top of me. It held me down from the waist and locked me into a position favorable to him.

“Like I said this was going to be quick Azure Assassin, my explosive ocean technique has sealed your fate. Be sure to give my regards to those from your home town.” He taunted, getting the idea into his head that he had already won.

The layered sound of the beeping from early started to resonate within the warehouse and the sea of grey started to flash red. The explosion proceeded to put a hole the size of a meteorite in the ground. He moved over to marvel at what he thought would be my ashes. I was able to call upon my substitution technique and replace myself with one of the barrels in the corner of the warehouse. His expression changed from giddy to extremely agitated.

“Where are you coward?!?” he shouted. I had been able to secure a spot on the beam just below the roof, the perfect vantage point. I fell from the beam, silently, aiming right for his body. I managed to plunge my sabre directly into his back and proceeded to pin him to the ground.

“Your time is up Entropy, surrender now and I won’t let you bleed to death.” I threatened.

“Fool, you can’t kill me, I’m am a universal necessity, Entropy must exist for there to be order!” He shouted, then his entire body melted into a pool of the goo. I was too stunned to react and his torso emerged from the grey slime, plunging a knife that seemed to be made from his hand directly into my heart. His smile was that of a psychopath, getting into my face and smiling, laughing.

“Goodbye” He said, the pointed end of his limb proceeded to grow red and explode while it was still in my chest. This was the last fight I had ever fought, I was unable to stop this madman from hurting other people, and I died from the explosion that vaporized my internal organs. As I saw my body from above, I could only see failure and destruction, and as I recollect from the afterlife, I can observe that there is not natural law that dictates good shall defeat evil. I now spend the rest of my days in purgatory, looking upon the consequences of my failed actions when it came to defeating this man, and I think to myself,

“What if…..”

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@dagmar_merrill: Pretty much! He/she/it can be the hero or villain versus something you totally create

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@batkevin74: I saw this earlier. Will likely enter this at last minute. lol

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Haven't been around lately, and I'm sorry for that. I really do love the Fan-Fic section, and am extremely sad all of my titles went to waste when I disappeared. :( I hope to be able to join this, though.

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might be able to join in this one...let's hope

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#12  Edited By dngn4774

Mine will be up tonight tomorrow.

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I'll take your proposition and raise you a forthcoming contribution.

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@batkevin74:

Damn, I want to respond to this so badly, but I am always worried of people taking my ideas and claiming them as their own. I'm starting to write my own comic with a few of my friends, and I don't want any of my characters being taken by others. I have at least 100 characters, I really wish I could show you them. I'll send you a PM to see what you think of my ideas.

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@batkevin74:

Because I do not want to give off any of my ideas, I will create a character based on where you live. It's time for an austarlian superhero!

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Well here's my entry; Issue #0 of Southern Cross. Another tale from the Onca Verse

Southern Cross #0 - The Words of the WIshing Demon

The Hanged Man Inn, Darling Harbour, Sydney

“I almost had her this time I did mates.” The living humanoid lump of crude oil hissed as it squirmed into an empty chair, the rest of the figures all looking down at their hands, empty faced.

“We know City Slicker.” The man dressed in a costume that was part criminal jumpsuit and part regal robe. “We all have had her on the ropes once and for all yet somehow Southern Cross always survives. Now who will match my bet?”

“I’m out, we all know you cheat at cards Robber Baron.” A tanned man dressed in hunting leathers, his arms and back covered with various sized boomerangs. “As surely that we, the toughest men in town keep getting thwarted by that star spangled dynamo of action out of the streets.”

“Toughest Men on the Streets. Ha, you don’t even touch the streets.” A man clad in grey plate armour and dressed in blue and slumped at the far end of the table hissed. “I’ll meet your bet Baron, and raise you the opportunity of a life time.”

“Who is this guy?!” The last man sitting at the table, if a humanoid rat like figure with amber fur decorated with white dashes could be called a man grunted as he slammed a fist containing four cards onto the table.

“Who I am Tiger Quoll, is the only real person at this table.” The man in blue stated in a cold, almost wind like voice. “Have you ever wondered why you loose against the hero every time you face her?”

“I beat her once.” The man with the boomerangs replied. “Almost killed her too.”

“Because you were written too.” The man in blue hissed. “Everything you’ve done, everything you’ve achieved Mc Kragen. All of it is a story, you are parts written to appose a fictional hero.”

“Seriously who is this bloody galah!?” Tiger Quoll spat as he threw his cards away and got to his feet. “What’s your rep compared to ours?!”

“I have no ‘rep’ as you put it, not here at least, but I am the only one in this entire world who matters.” The man in blue told the others as they stood up and backed away from the table,.

“Alright blue boy let me show you my rep!” Tiger Quoll snapped as he flung a chair at the man in blue only for him to slash the adhoc projectile into pieces with his blade. Not waiting to see if his attack was a success Tiger Quoll closed the gap between him and his foe and aimed a punch at his face, only for his target to teleport away, the punch slamming into the wall so hard that the entire inn shook.

“If you think you can do better then Tiger Quoll,” The man in blue hissed as he reappeared over by the bar, “then step up and try your luck against the Wishing Demon.”

“Wishing Demon huh.” Mc Kragen grunted. “Nice to meet you bloke, know say G’day to the Seven Sisters!” He yelled as he released a set of seven boomerangs, all of them arching towards the man at the bar. Closing his eyes the Demon spun his blade, the sword slicing through the first five projectiles with the other two deflecting off it and returning to their thrower. With a smile the Demon opened his eyes and swung his sword into a defensive position as it met the cutlass of the Robber Baron.

“Your sword is impressive but it is no match to my training.” The Baron told him as he parried the blade and lunged in, the tip stabbing into the bar as the Demon vanished and reappeared behind him. Spinning round the Baron met the blow with his elbow, the hidden armour in his costume blocking the blow well enough to avoid loosing his arm. Backing up the Wishing Demon thudded into something hard and looked up to see Tiger Quoll looking down at him, his hand wrapped around a pipe with a lump of cement at the bottom.

“Alright you little p***k, let’s see you dodge this!!” Tiger Quoll roared as he swung the makeshift club, the tip shattering on contact with the Wishing Demon, cement dust flying everywhere.

”I can’t see a thing, someone open a window!” The Robber Baron ordered as Mc Kragen pulled down a pair of night vision goggles and scanned the area.

”Don’t bother I got him.” Mc Kragen answered as he slung a boomerang across the bar, its micro jet turbine sending it flying towards its target only for him to teleport away. As he did the boomerang pivoted around and locked on to the Wishing Demon again, its cameras correcting its course with every movement he made. With a thud the projectile hit its target just as the Robber Baron found the switch for the air-conditioning, the fans blowing the dust away to reveal the Tiger Quoll out cold on the floor, a co medically large bump on his forehead and a boomerang lying by his side.

“You idiot Mc Kragen, you hit Tiger Quoll instead!!” City Slicker spat as the Wishing Demon reappeared standing by the juke box.

“Do you gentlemen wish to continue?” The Demon asked, a wry smile spread across his face. In response Mc Kragen threw another boomerang as the Robber Baron removed a chain whip from his robe and charged in. With a mocking chuckle the Wishing Demon raised his hand and clicked his fingers, the villain’s weapons vanishing for a few seconds, their owners looking at each other in confusion. “As I mentioned before your careers, your lows and highs have all been scripted before now, this meeting is the first time you’ve been free to choose.”

“Free to choose what?” The Baron asked as he spied City Slicker oozing across the floor towards the Wishing Demon.

“Whether you will continue this written life of loosing night after night to a badly written construct or become kings in the real world!” The Whishing Demon stated, his voice oscillating from cool and calm up to a manic scream, the shockwave sending ripples across the City Slicker’s body until he retreated to where Tiger Quoll was stirring on the floor.

“And what do you get out of this deal?” The Robber Baron asked, his eyes narrowing as he retrieved his cutlass from the bar.

“Chaos, the more chaos I bring to my world the greater my chances at winning are.” The Wishing Demon hissed as blue fire flashed in his eyes. “Bring your friends; it’s time you took your destiny out of the notebook of an obese sixteen year old girl. It’s time to burn the world down, 300 years ahead of schedule.” He finished before vanishing in a puff of blue flame.

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@deadcool_xd: Excellent! Let's see what you got, and don't worry nobody wants your ideas to steal, we've got enough of our own! Besides everything's already been done before :)

@ageofhurricane: I look forward to seeing it

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@deadcool_xd: You're not alone worrying about that. I took a chance creating what I call the Oncaverse and so far there has been no theft of characters and ideas. And as @batkevin74: said everything has pretty much been done before (That's not necessarily a bad thing though)

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#19  Edited By dngn4774

I'm a little rusty so try to be nice :) Here's what I got:

Background: This story takes place in the 23rd century. It has been 52 years since World War 3 and the new superpowers have all formed empires dividing all remaining territories. China, France, Japan, Iran, and Brasilia make up the Imperial Axis, currently dominating 90% of Earth's landmass.

As the empires' territories have expanded, so has poverty, xenophobia, violent crime, and government corruption. To combat these threats, Japan's top corporations have pioneered a new course for robotics, modifying the body to superhuman limits. Unfortunately, like all great innovations, the technology has been widely misused. The wealthiest members of society, known as daimyos, have replaced their old husks with newer, artificial bodies to prolong their mortality and increase their power. To secure their expanded assets a new class of warriors , known as the roburai, have established themselves as the newest standard in personal security.

Initially, the roburai were a success but over time their flaws became increasingly apparent. An inability to process empathy beyond cold rationality and a vulnerability to hacking from other droids gradually caused rifts between the warriors and their masters. Many roburai abandoned their daimyos to form the Maeda Shogunate, a dangerous criminal network that has rapidly expanded throughout the Axis. As a result, Dr. Chisoto, a robo-technician, capitalized on the daimyos' panic to fund his latest project. In an experiment to create the perfect guardian, Dr. Chisato reanimated the tissue of a corpse, infusing it with the latest in weapons technology. The subject would have the physical capabilities to fight evenly with roburai whilst maintaining enough humanity to comprehend virtue, making it the worlds first Cyborai. To test this new Cyborai, he unleashed it on the streets of Edo 4, targeting the daimyos' most infamous nemeses.

Cyborai- Thunderbolts and Lightning

Rising Sun Empire; Western American Territory; 2271 a.d.

Edo 4, formerly known as Los Angeles, was the largest city on the western front and therefore, the most ruthless. Each road brought in streams of revenue and industry, causing it to become aptly named Big Tokyo, or BT for short. Big Tokyo was more or less a ribcage for the Maeda Shogunate, guarding the heart that was the Geisha House nightclub. The club was run by a Shogunate underboss named Chikamori "Bad Wolf" Ookami.

The giant roburai was made of over 7' feet of heavy metals. He had wiry silver hair that he slicked back with fine oils and an oni mask welded into his face, leaving the perpetual scowl baked into his expression. He wore large hakama bottoms that left his sandals barely visible. A proportioned orange kimono covered his upper body. The kimono was adorned with gang symbols that complimented the platinum engraved tattoos etched into his chrome skin.

Ookami sat in the champagne room as two pleasure bots (cybernetically enhanced escorts) danced slowly before him; their warm flesh swaying in a tantalizing rhythm. Above him laid his prized killing weapon, Thunder, was propped up on nearly a dozen iron hooks to support its weight. Unlike a traditional roburai katana blade, Thunder was more of a club that answered the age old question: what kind of death instrument looks like the bastard offspring of a steel cricket bat, and a diamond chainsaw?

The women strutted over to each of his shins, kneeling before him and presenting compliments of the house. He claimed the glass of vaporized sake from the servant girl's hand, swirling it in his palm before taking a quick swig to down it in one shot. Bad Wolf then snatched a fat cigar from his other paramour's grip. His teeth glowed beneath his mask, conducting a spark of electricity to lite the cigar. Nicotine puffed through Ookami's nostrils, granting him the brief resemblance to an angry dragon.

"Rise." He ordered the escorts with a grunt. Both girls jolted up, bowing again before standing to attention. Chikamori grinned beneath his mask. "Well go on, earn your pay!"

As the escorts moved in closer to lock their lips together the lights in the room flickered, blacking out for a few seconds. Bad Wolf growled loudly before the darkness subsided. When the lights returned an eerie silence filled the room. The loud J-Rock music which defined the Geisha House was now replaced with muffled shouts and stomps.

"D*f*q is goin' on?" Ookami pondered aloud as curiosity was pestering him more with each fading moment. He slowly rose from the sofa, taking a few steps towards paper corridor before halting by his companions.

The underboss instantly heard the marching steps as two forces met towards the doorway. Ookami ducked beneath the four dancing shadows as a swordsman slashed through three of Chikamori's henchmen. Blood spatter painted the paper walls inside the hallway as the first two gangsters had already died before hitting the ground. The third man was quick enough to raise his weapon but misfired from the fatal injuries given out by the swordsman. Bullets from the submachinegun propelled through the walls, over Ookami's head, rippling through an escort's skull as the swordsman had already dashed around the corner of the floor.

AHHHH!!!-

The other escort screamed. Bad Wolf snapped her neck before she compromised his position.

"Dumb b*tch!" He hissed dumping his finished cigar on her blank face. He hoisted Thunder, over his shoulder and picked up a new cigar, proceeding downstairs.

***

Hundreds of guests were still running in herds through the exits as Ookami entered the main hall. He clung to the corner of a wall to view the menace that disrespected the Shogunate.

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Ookami's intruder sat in the center of the karaoke stage, meditating with arms and legs crossed. He had pale skin, and a strong jawline, with a crop of long black hair tied into a ponytail. Each of his limbs were metal, but he wore unusually light armor to be a roburai. Apart from a thin gi and a padded hakama sorted in azure tones and white dragon patterns, there was no clear protective gear on his person. He was also noticeably shorter than most modern warriors, just shy of six feet with no added reach and carried a short blade in his main hand.

After the room had cleared Bad Wolf's eyes scoured the room, looking for a better explanation than the only one that sat before him. How could one pipsqueak take down thirty of his armed guards? Bah--I'm better off, he thought. If the useless fleshbags couldn't take down one shiny ninja then they were never fit to become roburai in the first place. They were a disgrace to Boss Maeda and his entire organization. It fell on Ookami to restore honor to the Shogunate, the old fashioned way, and the Bad Wolf was happy to oblige.

The swordsman rose and tapped into the microphone. "Reveal yourself Chikamori-san!" The monotoned voice ordered.

Bad Wolf stepped into the light. "What for? You wanna sing me a song?" The mobster teased.

"You have stolen billions of yen from Daimyo Long. I am here to collect."

"Long?" The roburai chuckled. "That old chink put you up to this?"

"Do not disrespect your Lord, oathbreaker!" The cyborai exclaimed.

"Roburai don't serve lords anymore, unless you count the slave models, such as yourself. We are superior to them! You'd see that if you weren't defective."

"Insults will not erase your debt, but my master has offered another solution to prevent open conflict."

"Is that so?" Ookami asked, sarcastically furrowing a brow.

The intruder reached into his waistband, tossing over a wakizashi to Chikamori's feet. "Inject the blade into your life support systems."

"Hahahahahahaha! You're a riot pal."

"I was being serious." The swordsman hissed.

Bad Wolf pick up the bladed and pointed it on his abdomen. He rapidly drew his hands back before hurling the weapon at the intruder's face. The intruder narrowly dodged it as the blade chipped a piece of his mask, leaving a small cut on his skin.

"You're a fleshbag?"

"I am Raiko mk 7." The cyborai affirmed. The cut quick sealed, auto healing itself.

The Maeda underboss flicked his second cigar away. "No, you're dead!"

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The giant roburai lunged at the stage, nearly splitting it in half as Thunder roared to life. Raiko evaded the massive strike but the aftershock sank the stage on a slope, quickly dragging his body towards his opponend. To create distance the cyborai backflipped but was caught off guard when a large hand clutched his leg in midair. Bad Wolf was surprisingly agile for his size, flinging the white dragon across the room past the dance floor and into the bar.

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Mk 7's body crashed like a ragdoll, snapping a few ribs on impact which caused him to wince in pain. Bad Wolf charged forward to exploit his foe's injury tossing a floating table at his prey and revving up the diamond sawchains of his weapon. The intruder composed himself quickly by slashing through the table with his sword, and throwing several explosive shuriken with his free hand. The explosives scathed Chikamori, but only slowed his blitz by a few seconds, giving Raiko the time to prepare himself. The two forces met at the center of the main hall. The cyborau dodged again beneath a fast swing but spun around, this time meeting his opponent head on.

Matching his oponent's moves Ookami spun to face the cyborai as they both exchanged parries. Thunder clashed against the sword as the larger warrior pushed his weight down on the blades, forcing Raiko into a crouched postion. Their arms tremored as they fought for control, Bad Wolf clearly being strong enough to dominate, but not strong enough to break the swordsman's resolve. Within seconds Thunder's edge had begun to wear a nick into the shorter weapon, being the only line of defense between the massive club and its target's skull.

"Come on! Is this the best you can do?" The Maeda enforcer teased.

Raiko's eyes twitched and his nostrils flared in anger. His sword vanished for a moment and he rolled back from the crouch reappearing with his blade to graze Chikamori's arm. The roburai countered with a strike from Thunder's blunt end, smacking him back over the bar, this time into the alcohol cases.

He grinned at the gash in his arm. It had been years since Bad Wolf had seen his own blood, and it was relieving to fight someone who could make him bleed. "That's a neat trick you got with the sword, Ghost Metal, right?" The thug inquired.

Raiko remained silent. He was too busy plucking the glass out of his skin to respond. The liquid had also infiltrated his ears and eyes, fluxing his perception filters. Ookami's voice was alternating pitches through Raiko's ears as the Maeda underboss kept antagonizing.

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"I've got a trick too...wanna see?" Suddenly Bad Wolf's teeth began to light up as a small orb of electricity appeared before his mouth. He howled loudly, triggering the orb to transform into an arc of lightning directed at the smashed liquor case.

Raiko sprinted as fast as he could, jumping over the rail of the exploding bar as his hakama caught flame. Ookami howled again narrowly missing the evasive target as he tossed smoke bombs to throw of the blast. Chikamori's eyes glowed orange as his optic scanner activated thermal vision. "I seeeee you!" He jested.

"You're too late." The cyborai declared, as his perception filters had finished rebooting itself. To delay the next lightning bolt he hurled his sword at the roburai's chest. Bad Wolf lifted Thunder with his good arm and flung up to swipe the sword away but Raiko had activated the Ghost Metal. With precision the sword phased through the steel club and solidified, pinning Chikamori's forearm to his chest.

The roburai howled in pain this time hitting mk 7 with a lightning bolt, kicking the falling combatant in the midsection, choke slamming him into the ground, then smashing him back into the karaoke stage. Despite his advanced healing features Raiko could not take much more punishment. He crawled to the back of the stage before collapsing.

Ookami smiled. He dropped Thunder to the ground as he carefully dislodged the sword from his chest and arm. Clutching it in his hands he swung it a few times through the air and admired it's precision. He strided towards his fallen foe to end the duel properly.

"It was illogical for you to come here, but I'm glad you did. It's nostalgic to feel tested once again. One of the downsides of acquiring true power is that it is seldom to actually use it. You've given me a gift today and you deserve a reward, for that. You'll die serving your master, and I live on and personally dedicate myself to reunite all of you loved ones in the long days that will follow your death." He laughed. "Yes, I think I'll thoroughly enjoy that." Ookami's pace quickened as noticed Raiko's body occasionally twitch from the shock. He crouched down by the wounded cyborai and spoke softly to his prey.

"Do you know why you've lost? It wasn't because you had poorer tech, that you where too dumb, too weak, or too slow, I mean, all of those things contributed but they weren't the root of your problem. You lost because you're only human, and thus, an inferior creature. I fight with no restrictions because I obliterated my weakness long ago. I've adapted to become what this world needs me to be hard, tough, strong, but mostly, just better than the older models." He gripped the sword and slowly raised it over mk 7's head. "Well...don't feel so bad, of all the fleshbags that have tried to kill me, you came the closest."

"SHUT UP!" Raiko roared. Bad Wolf plunged the blade down as it faded into the floor. Raiko spun up with the wakizashi he had hidden beneath his body, thrusting the blade upward, through the bottom of Chikmori's jaw into the base of his skull. Ookami's eye's rolled up as the sparks between his fangs discharged.

He reclaimed his sword from the base of the stage and pried the oni mask off of Bad Wolf's metallic face. After pocking the mask within his hakama, Raiko tapped his earlobe, activating a radio call. "Chisato-sama, I've resolved with the problem. I'll return the mask to the daimyo and meet you back at the lab for further orders."

"Good work, my boy! I'll contact Long now."

***

Chisato turned off the radio signal. The old man coughed into the sleeve of his lab coat, before striking a name off the list in his monitor. "That's one down...and 46 more to go." The Doctor grinned, regardless of the future outcomes this victory had just made him a very wealthy man.

THE END.

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@dngn4774: Cool Entry, blows mine out of the water completely, especially with those moving images and such

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@impurestcheese: meh, mine just had more build up. The contest was really supposed to be a fragment of a chapter the fight scene, I added a lot of build up in the beginning and some intrigue in the closing. I think that's the only reason mine stands out from the other more standard fight scenes.

Edit: as far as the gifs go, let's just say I've learned the hard way that a few gifs can go a long way. ;)

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@dngn4774: I get you. Using mine to get one step closer to releasing the team book in the Onca Verse, only have one more to introduce and then I can start in earnest. Still standing out of the crowd is a way to get a win.

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@impurestcheese: And if that doesn't work I'll just have to start making my own luck.

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Ehhehehehehehe!!!!!!!!!

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@dngn4774: Not worried at all because you won't need it, your story is good enough without it. Your powers of observation less so...

#heatseekerreferanceinonca5

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@impurestcheese: I don't like to read other people's entry before I start my own if I no I'm competing in one. I get paranoid that it'll make me overthink my own stuff. I don't vote in any of them either (well at least not in the last 20 or so comps) wish I should probably change. I'll give yours a thorough read when the voting begins though. :)

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@impurestcheese: The way your entry started off reminded me very much of a Batman: TAS episode called "Almost Got 'Im." The Bat-Rogues are playing cards, exchanging stories about how they almost killed Batman. I think it's one of my all time favorites.

@dngn4774: I liked your story, and would read more of this universe, but had a problem with a certain point. Ookami kills the second escort before she can give away his position, but then picks up another cigar? The cigar smell would give him away too. <shrugs> Anyway... I liked the Ghost Metal idea.

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@cbishop: "Almost Got 'im" is my favorite BTAS story.

I guess it would, but in a club setting cigarette smoke probably wouldn't be as attention grabbing as much as a scream might be and Raiko was more focused on speed blitzing the guards at the time (either way, it's not exactly a big plot hole).

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@dngn4774: Cigars stand out way more than cigarettes, but no, not a a big plot hole. Just something that stuck out to me. :}

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@dngn4774: @cbishop: Yep the 'Almost Got I'm' was a favourite storyline of me as well

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@impurestcheese: I have a fan-fic version of that episode that I've always wanted to do, but it's got a kink in it that I haven't quite worked out. :)

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@cbishop: If you need a consultant just ask, it 's in my job title after all. (Principal Ecological Consultant)

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#32  Edited By Aronmorales

Yoooooo, working on this now!

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#34  Edited By batkevin74

Welcome to this, our special special edition of Superhero Smackdown.

My name is Kevin and I sound like Calculondoing an impression of Howard Cosell.

Our action tonight comes to us from an alternate dimension and sponsored by Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, the cleanest teeth or your money back. Betting and odds will be available on our website in just a few moments.

But we now go live to the action, which is taking place in a city similar to Westbury Massachusetts if it were built on the moon by LSD infused architects. In the blue corner, plummeting from a height of fifteen thousand feet and approaching terminal velocity is Lady Gunsword, the hero of this piece…correction I’ve just been informed that it is indeed a woman under the mask, making the name much more appropriate.

Standing at only five feet five inches the stunning sapphire cyber samurai was the former sidekick of The Duke, this world’s elite gunfighter. Seemingly parting ways some six years ago this lethal lady has been making quite a name for herself. Skilled in several forms of martial arts, coupled with a cybernetic array that would make a certain alcohol guzzling playboy from a marvellous universe pretty jealous, Lady Gunsword is quite the package. Due to her colouring we shall be assigning her the blue corner.

In the red corner, though imbibed with purple energy; is eldritch infused, telekinetic demon lord known as Belloc! Formerly a librarian who one day checked out the wrong book and now is the rotted eldritch infused telekinetic demon lord bent on wreaking havoc. On a scale of one to ten, he’d be on it.

We take up the action, apologies to our viewers in universe one as we have no way of translating their dialog into smell to coincide with our live broadcast.

Lady Gunsword lands on the turquoise concrete with all the grace of a cat several feet away from the demon lord who hovers inches off the ground in a purple nimbus. Words are exchanged but they are simply the canapés to the main course of battle! As expected Belloc roars in delight and pulses off a blast wave of energy. Lady Gunsword activates pitons in her boots and stands her ground like a lighthouse against the angry sea. Nothing given, nothing asked.

Gunsword leaps forward with an impressive array of flips, barani’s and somersaults as she closes the gap and attempts to behead him, which may or may not work as I believe only vampires are destroyed this way. Regardless Belloc has telekinetically stunted the attack mere inches from his skin; you can see the veins popping in his anorexic neck. Lady Gunsword’s blade starts to glow and quake. I can see Belloc questioning what is hap…OH MY LORD!

Lady Gunsword’s sword has fired of a blast like a gun! At point blank range into Belloc’s face! Let’s see that on super slo-mo. The sword glows and like a gun fires a massive ballistic hit into Belloc’s face, the face shuddering mad even more painful by the slow motion!

I haven’t seen anything like this since the Punisher War Journal of 1989 where he shot a man in the nuts with a ballistic knife! Amazing!

Is Belloc getting up? He’s lying on the…Lady Gunsword is on him like white on rice and drives her sword home through his sternum to the hilt. THAT”S GOTTA HURT!

Seems this one is over folks. The lady in blue easily defeating her opponent and possibly in record time.

That’s all we have time for folks, stay tuned for a few words from our sponsors. I’ve been Kevin doing Calculon doing Howard Cosell…good night

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@batkevin74: Well isn't that...unique, looks intresting indeed

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Right 4 days to go let's hustle up some people.

@tommythehitman I flat out challenge-dare you to enter! Let's see you pull out some gold, it's been a while since you entered

@wildvine you've been AFK for a while now, let's see what you've got

@pyrogram Sure you're too cool for the FF area with your RPGing but I'd like to see a story from you

@payno this is your guy, I'd like to see if you write as well as you draw :)

@johnjo719 You made Lex Hard, try this for a challenge

And everyone else is officially invited to throw their hat into the story ring! Come one, come all. It's fun and someone has to win, why can't it be YOU!

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Translated from the Japanese...

“You have killed for the last time, Blue Tiger!” cried Lightning Corridor as he cradle his now dead fiancée, Umbrella Of The Sun, in his pulsing bio-electric arms. The sword wielding villain threw his head back and laughed maniacally.

“No, Lightning Corridor, I still have you to kill today,” he swung his sword back and forth, carving the air. “So get up and face me!”

The man called Lightning Corridor glowed bright yellow, with the fury of a million turbines. The area hummed with static, the smell of ozone was offensive to the nostrils as he powered up with righteous anger. “DIE!”

Lightning Corridor fired a blast that tore a hole in the fabric of the universe with it’s tenacity! Amp upon amp, volt upon volt, of an incalculable amount hurtled towards Blue Tiger. The killer smiled, planted his metallic feet and caught the bolt on his sword.

“My sword was forged in the heart of a stormcano,” shouted Blue Tiger of the furious noise. “This…feeble, pathetic attack is offensive to me and to the woman you seek to avenge. Have it back!”

Blue Tiger tossed the energy back at Lightning Corridor who unready for such an attack, causing him to explode like a rapidly inflated balloon. There was very little left of him asides from a red mist hovering in the air. Blue Tiger inhaled and then exhaled what little was left of Lightning Corridor as if he was puffing a cigar.

“I told you I still had you to kill, my brother.” Blue Tiger licked his lips, turned and looked at the wave of the other amassed heroes of Super Geo-Power Attack Team who were waiting like a frightened herd of sheep. He shook his head taking off his mask. “I said that is all I was going to kill today, and as a man of my word, I will keep that promise. But come at me…mark my words, tomorrow there will be furious vengeance upon those who step to me.”

The Super Geo-Power Attack Team, all 102 of them paused. He was but one man armed with a sword. They had fought the Zilla-Gorilla of Honshu who stood 700ft tall and shot molten snot; they had defeated the Pumpkin Men from the Perseus Quadrant…but they were unsure what to do when one of their founders who had turned to a life of crime and wickedness. One by one the Super Geo-Power Attack Team dispersed; quietly like monks through a temple for prayers until there was only one left: Atomic Powered Goat Girl.

“Go home Nadia,” Blue Tiger said as he wiped his sword on his azure robe.

“No…I am going to wait until the clock strikes 12.01 and then I am going to kill you Hattori,” she cried softly as tears ran down her face.

Blue Tiger shrugged as he crossed his legs and closed his eyes. “Suit yourself.”

Slowly, steadily, the clocked ticked as Atomic Powered Goat Girl waited and watched.

Nine hours to go…

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The stars had once shone through the night sky, illuminating the ground and showing a path for all of Earth's creatures to use. But the stars shone no longer. The light they had once created had simply been replaced with darkness. A darkness unlike any that the man known as Yukko Simatzu had ever known. It was the type of darkness that permeated from the darkest recesses of man's minds.

It was the stuff of nightmares.

Yukko was an oddity in the world he had created. He had been born before the dark had tightened its grip around the Earth. He'd taken part in the war against the creatures that had been created from the night... and he'd been there when the entirety of the Human race had perished that long dreadful day almost 50 years ago. Now, he was all that remained.

"It's time to go..." He whispered to himself as he gripped the large sword attached to his belt. He'd spent the last 4 days in the darkness of the forest trying to stay out of sight. Not hiding of course, it was impossible to hide from something that was omniscient... however simply staying out of the darkness' plans. Yukko's costume was the only light a person would be able to find across the entire planet... and that was the way he liked it. As he released himself from the tree he had made his home he felt a sensation that he hadn't felt for years... he wasn't alone. The moment he hit the grassy ground he twisted his body and pulled his sword from its sheathe. "Who's there?!" He yelled, his voice croaking from the lack of use his vocal cords had been through recently. He released a burst of white light from his right hand that unleashed its brightness into the surrounding dark... and as the light shot forward a shadow appeared directly between a pair of pine trees... only this shadow did not sleep upon the ground as others did... this one stood upon the ground like a normal person.

Slowly the darkness molded around the shadow before taking the appearance of a person... a woman. Someone that Yukko had known very well in his youth.

"Hello Yukko." The girl said, she clung to the pine tree on her right as though it was the safety rail keeping her from death. "I've missed you."

Yukko stared into the darkness with anger. His hand tightened around the hilt of his blade as the woman stepped forward. "Do not think you can trick me Spectre." He hissed. "Your kind has tried this before." He smiled slightly as he placed the tip of his sword against the creature's throat. "It didn't work then, either." The woman stared at him with her dead eyes... and slowly she began to spin whatever lies came into her mind.

"But I'm not a trick, dearest..." She said in the most seductive tone she could muster. "I'm real. The most real person y-" Her sentence was interrupted by the blade severing her neck from its body. Pitch black blood splattered across the grass and the woman's body dissolved into nothing, Yukko stepped over the goo that was hissing upon the floor and sheathed his sword.

"You're not real..." He muttered as he made his way through the forest. He willed the light he'd created to fizzle out. "Nothing is."

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My entry. I just threw it together:

The armored Samurai leapt into the air and swung his blade down at the helpless woman that knelt before him. He expected to hear the sound of sharp steel cutting into soft flesh and bone. Instead he heard the clang of metal on metal. He glanced to his right and finally noticed the dark clad warrior standing there so silently.

The fact that he hadn't heard him enter the warlord's home was impressive. He was able to suppress his murderous intent to a worrying degree. The Samurai took a step back, using the space to give himself a chance to reassess the situation.

The two warriors circled around each other. The dark clad ninja making no discernible sound on the wooden floor. The Samurai lunged at him, trying to catch him off guard and keep him off balance. His attempt at guile failed as the ninja parried his strike and then immediately fell into the shadows, melding into the darkness completely.

The Samurai brought his sword closer to his body now, trying to defend himself. He stood there in the silence, trying to discern the ninja's location, nervously awaiting the attack he knew was coming. His heart was pounding and his palms grew sweaty. The sounds of the warlord's wife sobbing was the only thing to be heard in the entire house, that and the sound of the samurai's own breathing.

Then the sound of metal whipping through the air was heard, and the samurai spun around swinging his sword, knocking down the kunai that had been sent towards him. However it was a feint and the ninja dashed towards him from behind and cut into his back, and slid back into the darkness.

The Samurai grunted in pain. His blood seeped through his armor as he turned around and slashed at his invisible foe, entirely too late. He slowly started spinning around in circles, trying to anticipate the next attack. The next one came much quicker this time, but the samurai was ready. The attack came from his left, low. The Samurai blocked the hit and lashed out with his fist, catching the ninja off guard, not expecting that from a supposedly "honorable" Samurai. The Bushido warrior swung the knife down in a vicious arc nearly cutting through the ninja's arm. As it was, he still had limited use of his arm.

The ninja again disappeared into the shadows but this time he left a trail of blood to follow. The Samurai jumped on the opportunity for the victory and gave chase. The ninja however, was expecting this tactic. He sheathed his sword and withdrew his many shuriken and threw them at the attacking samurai, while backpedaling away from him. The samurai pressed on, deflecting the throwing stars and backed the lethal shadow warrior against the wall. He made one final lunge and finally, finally heard the sound he had been waiting for. The sound of a sword cutting deeply, mortally, in a human body.

The samurai coughed and spit out blood. His arm was still raised, his sword gripped tightly in his fist. The armor had proven useless against the famous steel of the Katana blade. The ninja pushed the Samurai back and off of his sword. The Samurai collapsed and fell on his knees. His body was starting to lose its warmth, it was all leaving him through his life's blood. "So this is what death feels like." The Samurai thought to himself. His body went numb and he coughed up another wad of blood.

The ninja pulled off of his mask and put away his short sword. "Mother. Are you unharmed?" He asked the woman who was still crying.

"He....he killed them all." The woman, his mother, whispered. "All of them." The ninja knelt and hugged his mother tightly.

"He has joined them in the afterlife now mother." He reassured her. "Now come, more are on the way."

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#43  Edited By batkevin74

Might be one of the biggest set of entrants in a while...well done! But we can get MORE I think...

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@joshmightbe: True, but you have 3 days...but I thought it'd be nice to officially invite/challenge/cajole you into entering

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@joshmightbe: I'd like to second that invite. I've been dying to see what you put into one of these contests. (I'm working on mine)

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@cbishop: I'll see if I can come up with something but I need to get that last chapter of 3 Robins done first. I have it basically done but I haven't had time to edit it.

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@joshmightbe: No deadline on 3 Robins, but there is on this. Just sayin'. ;) (I know you've had a lot on your plate though, man. Just taking the chance again to express my desire to see you in the CCC). :)