03-10-2009, 10:17 PM
As much as she hated the idea, the game simply went on, whether she wanted it to, or not. It wasn’t her idea that she was forced into this situation, and then to be denied a very reasonable offer to keep one of the bigger Saiyans as protection just pissed her off to no end. Now, here she was, fighting for her life with two teenagers who didn’t know their asses from a hole in the ground. She tried to stay back as much as possible not only to gauge their skill, but to heighten her own chances of survival. Things just weren’t working to her advantage, and she had no choice but to step in and put a stop to this once and for all.
Tearing herself from her safe harbor of shadows, Kazuya slowly unsheathed her katana, the hiss clang as it cleared the top of its cover echoed singularly over the din ahead of her. Eyes darting from one girl to the other, she strategized the best way to enter this debacle, and take down these nefarious creatures that plagued the children, and herself. Nope, can’t forget that she was somehow dragged into this shit, too.
“Enough!” Uzumaki’s authoritarian tone froze the dark, gnomish creatures in place, and it was like watching the sea cease its trembling waves in a thunderstorm. As the concealed woman advanced further towards them, their acrid scent reached her nostrils, she smiled.
Fear. It was an unmistakable scent that all creatures excreted when faced with something they don’t understand. As much as the mind tried to make logical sense of what they were experiencing, sometimes it didn’t quite click, sometimes it didn’t matter how obvious something was, it was still going to scare the bejesus out of you. Kazuya fed off that fear like a hungry kitten at her mother’s teat, letting its taste roll around her tongue like a rare candy. Part of her liked the sensation, but knew also that this was mostly the work of Hadoken.
Her sword balanced in her hand with a practiced ease as she locked eyes one by one with the feral creatures, locking onto each and organizing the order of her attack. “Let this be a lesson, kids.” Suddenly, the street erupted with warfare, fur, blood and limbs raining down around the trio as Kazuya tore through the beasts, decimating a few groups before flicking the residue from her sword and resuming.
She moved with the ease only centuries of practice could provide, the keen edge of her sword slicing through tissue without pause, twisting and twirling on the axis of her wrist as she delved deeper. Eyes closing rapturously, she felt the warm splatter of blood candy-coating her face as even more fell to her blade. Sighing contentedly, she lost herself to the sensation.
Kazuya found her happy place there in the middle of the dark, dreary street, a light wind caressing her face as the blood began to congeal.
“Uzumaki!”
Her eyes snapped open, but not in time to avoid the claw that darted out and struck her across her chest, the long, sharp talons tearing through the thin material of her gi and nicking a few of the wraps beneath. Crying out in pain as the claws bit into her flesh, Kazuya scrambled backwards, but tripped and fell into the flowing black sea of dark bodies slicked in gore.
This was not good, not good at all.
Tearing herself from her safe harbor of shadows, Kazuya slowly unsheathed her katana, the hiss clang as it cleared the top of its cover echoed singularly over the din ahead of her. Eyes darting from one girl to the other, she strategized the best way to enter this debacle, and take down these nefarious creatures that plagued the children, and herself. Nope, can’t forget that she was somehow dragged into this shit, too.
“Enough!” Uzumaki’s authoritarian tone froze the dark, gnomish creatures in place, and it was like watching the sea cease its trembling waves in a thunderstorm. As the concealed woman advanced further towards them, their acrid scent reached her nostrils, she smiled.
Fear. It was an unmistakable scent that all creatures excreted when faced with something they don’t understand. As much as the mind tried to make logical sense of what they were experiencing, sometimes it didn’t quite click, sometimes it didn’t matter how obvious something was, it was still going to scare the bejesus out of you. Kazuya fed off that fear like a hungry kitten at her mother’s teat, letting its taste roll around her tongue like a rare candy. Part of her liked the sensation, but knew also that this was mostly the work of Hadoken.
Her sword balanced in her hand with a practiced ease as she locked eyes one by one with the feral creatures, locking onto each and organizing the order of her attack. “Let this be a lesson, kids.” Suddenly, the street erupted with warfare, fur, blood and limbs raining down around the trio as Kazuya tore through the beasts, decimating a few groups before flicking the residue from her sword and resuming.
She moved with the ease only centuries of practice could provide, the keen edge of her sword slicing through tissue without pause, twisting and twirling on the axis of her wrist as she delved deeper. Eyes closing rapturously, she felt the warm splatter of blood candy-coating her face as even more fell to her blade. Sighing contentedly, she lost herself to the sensation.
Kazuya found her happy place there in the middle of the dark, dreary street, a light wind caressing her face as the blood began to congeal.
“Uzumaki!”
Her eyes snapped open, but not in time to avoid the claw that darted out and struck her across her chest, the long, sharp talons tearing through the thin material of her gi and nicking a few of the wraps beneath. Crying out in pain as the claws bit into her flesh, Kazuya scrambled backwards, but tripped and fell into the flowing black sea of dark bodies slicked in gore.
This was not good, not good at all.
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