Adirondack Mountains, Upstate New York...
Not Long Ago...
A dying sun fell slowly behind knife-edged like granite massifs. Once blanketed in a vast emerald forest but as winter tightened its grip on the landscape, all plant life grew dark and gnarled. Save for the specklings of evergreen groves which intermingled with the snow and frost that crept down the massif like a specter. The snow was deeper still in the shallow valley between two of such rises. A small river coursed through this particular valley yet was iced over, barren and everything seemed as if it was but an alabaster sepulcher. Darkness likewise began to slither down. But the day star still reigned as a bone-white moon began to rise in the east; the sun casting an orange-red glow about this winter realm. In time this too would fade away, the daylight.
Fading away into a cold dead night.
The sound of blackbirds communing filled the air, a chattering that muffled the sound of commotion in the snow. Hastened and in action. Even the softest voice seemed to echo in the valley. The terrain made stealth all but impossible save the most bestial of creatures who roam the wilderness. Such a beast though did lurk within the massif. The nigh slumbering barren trees provided ample cover as it coursed between the rows. Not a twig snapped nor foot slipped, digging vibranium coated soles silently into the permafrost with cat-like grace. Moving within the shadows cast like a dreamscape. Crimson optics flickered and scanned as he braced himself in half-cover against a tree. Waiting and watching while his contracts lay several dozen meters to his southwest; his prey.
His prey was the most dangerous game of all: Man. Yet, in some ways, these were more than mortal. History and heroics and infamy served as adequate labels to some degree or other. Deifying them. Thus much like Icarus, their great deeds were their downfall, as it attracted the attention of the Grim Ghost known as Tenjin.
He spotted three, all lured here under false pretenses and what would seem like a chance meeting or ambush would soon become a battlefield. No blows were thrown quite yet, the combatants taking positions and preparing for a bloody fight.
Beneath this strange dusklight, in a matter of a blink, Tenjin vanished. Whisps of ghastly aether danced in his place only to dissipate in the low wind.
That same wind rocked the limbs of a large skeletal tree and perched on such a bough, the rising moon against his silhouette giving some semblance of a great eagle caught in shadows. He rose effortlessly from his simian like stance. Aether materialized danced on his armor into nothingness still. Scarlet eyes staring down from his heightened position, within view but half-hidden and motionless as a monolith ever closer to his foes. The Fatal Phantom clutched three small spheres, rotating them in his palm before hurling them downward with dazzling accuracy.
The formation of the spheres was a perfect triangle spread approximately ten feet apart at each point. An automatic time delayed explosion occurred two feet before they struck the ground, releasing noxious and vile toxic fumes. The three green clouds comingled and warped, forming a typhoonic mass thirty feet wide and carried upwind in an attempt to suffocate his contracts with a verdant mist of airborne neurotoxins, myotoxin,s and hemotoxins.
Attempting a surprise attack, he capitalized. Leaping down with an aerial fault downwind of the mist and hopefully on the outskirts of his enemies. Once his feet touched the snow, he twisted magnificently all the while unsheathing his sword; the blade hissing as it erupted into a silver streak amongst the dusk. Analyzing movements and proximities, his free hand seemed to crack with a fast whip-like movement, expelling something from his modular vambrace.
Speaking quickly in tandem with the attack "Fly true, little bird..." as a shuriken, coated in a photon absorbing film, spun through the air like an ebon streak aimed for the throat of @red_jay.