05-16-2007, 01:32 AM
A jagged knife ripped its way through the exposed throat of an opposing warrior, gorging on the sweet flesh of the unfortunate soldier. The victim fell motionless to the ground in a cold heap of fizzled life. The source of the kill quickly charged onward, leaving the fallen corpse behind; a fleet of fellow soldiers trailing close by as they trampled the decaying carcasses that laced the battlefield. The pitch red sky lit up with an eternal shower of streaming bullets while the violent booms of far-off cannons shook the nerves of every dwindling warrior; and the unbearable nose-flaring aroma of curdled blood and boiling innards infested the plain of war.
Suddenly, as the battle raged on, an infernal eruption of energy flared to life upon the peak of the crimson horizon. That very burst of power quickly evolved into a dome of decimation as it consumed the terrain as a whole, feeding into its mysterious, yet devastating power. After engulfing the entire battlefield within its inescapable field of destruction, the force vanished as quickly as it came; leaving nothing in its wake but a moon-sized crater as a landmark to forever seal its unflinching ferocity.
However, it seemed that the malevolent attack was a mere prelude of what was yet to come; which became clear as a barrage of similar explosions began to purge from the planet?s surface and devour it entirely. It was then that the final blow emerged, bigger, louder, and much fiercer than the rest.
BOOM!
A pair of crimson red jewels shot open, revealing the pain and confusion that flustered beneath them as they quickly darted from side to side, trying valiantly to regain composure. Wiping his eyes redundantly, Spice managed to shake off the mental cluster-fuck; however his vision remained blurry for a brief moment.
?It must have been a dream?? the Makyo thought as his eyes slowly crawled to the opposing side of the dojo where a tall green-skinned figure sat, peacefully meditating, paying no attention to Spice or his current state of anxiety. Reversing his attention, yet another green-skinned character grazed passed and entered a separate room. Spice was beginning to notice a trend here.
The Makyo?s focus was suddenly restored as a firm hand placed itself upon his left shoulder. Instinctively, Spice grabbed hold of the invading palm and tugged forward, hurling the source clean across the platform to a gentle, yet effective thud against the mat. However, the single dojo fighter soon multiplied into three as two of his comrades lined up beside him; but Spice remained unflinching as he rose to the challenge, quite literally. Even though they had not yet provided a reason for their sudden attack, they seemed determined regardless.
?It?s been a long time since I?ve done this?I cannot guarantee your safety,? Spice instructed, a slight smirk crawling to life over his face, hidden behind the deceitful veil of his raggedy hood. Without a word of response, the trio of challengers made a dexterous charge; the middle one took the lead, but was also the first to fall as the Makyo swept his leg out from under him and drove a knee into his abdomen, launching the trainee into the corresponding wall. Numbers two and three attacked with perfect symmetry, lunging forth with a swift roundhouse. Unfortunately all they caught was the adamant grip of Spice?s palms and before they knew it both fighters were upside down into the mat.
Another fleet of scrappers tried their luck against the Makyo, this time their number was far greater. Excitement was flowing through every fiber of him, a feeling he remembered all too well, a feeling he had not adorned in too long of time; he simply thrived for more. His brutish nature slowly returned to him, which made him somewhat fearful, considering the tormenting past he was faced with every day of his life. Though it mattered not; his drive to fight increased as a blizzard of fists whisked through the air toward him.
Bam! Snap! Crash! Slam!
One after another, the combatants were downed at the whim of Spice?s rekindled spirit. Flailing about, the Makyo made quick work of his fool-hearted challengers. The ex-Soldier?s grin of satisfaction was soon butchered as the ground beneath him convulsed for a brief moment, as if a bomb went off outside, nearly lifting him off the ground. A similar stomp roared throughout the arena; then another, and another, until finally he felt an eerie presence standing just behind him; and low and behold, as he turned to look, his eyes met with a pair of bulging pecks. Reluctant to look up, Spice finally mustered up the courage; and as his head motioned upward, two squinty eyes returned a fierce glare.
?Uh-oh.?
Suddenly, as the battle raged on, an infernal eruption of energy flared to life upon the peak of the crimson horizon. That very burst of power quickly evolved into a dome of decimation as it consumed the terrain as a whole, feeding into its mysterious, yet devastating power. After engulfing the entire battlefield within its inescapable field of destruction, the force vanished as quickly as it came; leaving nothing in its wake but a moon-sized crater as a landmark to forever seal its unflinching ferocity.
However, it seemed that the malevolent attack was a mere prelude of what was yet to come; which became clear as a barrage of similar explosions began to purge from the planet?s surface and devour it entirely. It was then that the final blow emerged, bigger, louder, and much fiercer than the rest.
BOOM!
A pair of crimson red jewels shot open, revealing the pain and confusion that flustered beneath them as they quickly darted from side to side, trying valiantly to regain composure. Wiping his eyes redundantly, Spice managed to shake off the mental cluster-fuck; however his vision remained blurry for a brief moment.
?It must have been a dream?? the Makyo thought as his eyes slowly crawled to the opposing side of the dojo where a tall green-skinned figure sat, peacefully meditating, paying no attention to Spice or his current state of anxiety. Reversing his attention, yet another green-skinned character grazed passed and entered a separate room. Spice was beginning to notice a trend here.
The Makyo?s focus was suddenly restored as a firm hand placed itself upon his left shoulder. Instinctively, Spice grabbed hold of the invading palm and tugged forward, hurling the source clean across the platform to a gentle, yet effective thud against the mat. However, the single dojo fighter soon multiplied into three as two of his comrades lined up beside him; but Spice remained unflinching as he rose to the challenge, quite literally. Even though they had not yet provided a reason for their sudden attack, they seemed determined regardless.
?It?s been a long time since I?ve done this?I cannot guarantee your safety,? Spice instructed, a slight smirk crawling to life over his face, hidden behind the deceitful veil of his raggedy hood. Without a word of response, the trio of challengers made a dexterous charge; the middle one took the lead, but was also the first to fall as the Makyo swept his leg out from under him and drove a knee into his abdomen, launching the trainee into the corresponding wall. Numbers two and three attacked with perfect symmetry, lunging forth with a swift roundhouse. Unfortunately all they caught was the adamant grip of Spice?s palms and before they knew it both fighters were upside down into the mat.
Another fleet of scrappers tried their luck against the Makyo, this time their number was far greater. Excitement was flowing through every fiber of him, a feeling he remembered all too well, a feeling he had not adorned in too long of time; he simply thrived for more. His brutish nature slowly returned to him, which made him somewhat fearful, considering the tormenting past he was faced with every day of his life. Though it mattered not; his drive to fight increased as a blizzard of fists whisked through the air toward him.
Bam! Snap! Crash! Slam!
One after another, the combatants were downed at the whim of Spice?s rekindled spirit. Flailing about, the Makyo made quick work of his fool-hearted challengers. The ex-Soldier?s grin of satisfaction was soon butchered as the ground beneath him convulsed for a brief moment, as if a bomb went off outside, nearly lifting him off the ground. A similar stomp roared throughout the arena; then another, and another, until finally he felt an eerie presence standing just behind him; and low and behold, as he turned to look, his eyes met with a pair of bulging pecks. Reluctant to look up, Spice finally mustered up the courage; and as his head motioned upward, two squinty eyes returned a fierce glare.
?Uh-oh.?