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Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

Just as he charged her, the scream vented through out the expanse around them. He faltered, stopped and stared at her a moment, then turned and bolted back towards the village. Tch! As much as she hated it, their duel had, once again , proved to be unconclusive. Still, no winner stood among the two of them. A soft frown curved her pink lips, before she, too, ran on quick feet towards the village. Already the samurai were spilling forth from the castle to fight off the raiders. Yune's only concern was to protect the villagers. To kill the raiders before they dared to hurt her clan - violence against her people was one thing Agasha Yune could not, and would not, tolerate. Blades at the ready, she dashed forth on quick feet to come weapon against weapon with a spear weilder. She bounced off and, as the raider tried to regain his hold on his weapon and thrust it at her, she dropped, kicked a leg out and came up at him from below on his right. His arm was severed instantly and as the limb fell and he screamed, she flipped and brought her other blade across his throat. Instantly, the blood spurted and he dropped. Dead. No time to waste, she moved on, having to duck behind a building to avoid taking an arrow, or several, to her person. When the archers aiming at her paused to restring, she dashed on speedy feet to the another building. Arrows following, striking the ground inches behind her feet each time. There was another raider here and she spent a moment, glancing blade against blade, before she managed to take him down. After all, she was a great deal smaller than the large raiders.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

Terao took out the other two archers rather easily, destringing his bow and putting it back on his back before unsheathing his blades again, charging forward. He used his momentum to take on a few spearmen that were facing away before cutting down one that turned towards him. There were two heads on the ground, one that was barely hanging onto the body as Terao continued on. It was at the center of the village, where their carriage was, where he saw a Ronin in light armor, his blades drawn and butchering the nearby villagers. Terao rushed forward, blocking a blow that the Ronin did, staring him down before pushing the blade back. They traded blows for a while, a clear circle around them to let them fight it out alone. Soon, though, Terao knocked the katana away from the Ronin, and plunged his family's Wakizashi through his heart. He pulled it out and let the man fall, looking around. The fighting was lessening, and there were no guys around him, so he took his bow back out, stringing it quickly and getting a arrow notched. He saw Yune coming towards the center, resisted putting a arrow through her. It was then that he felt the piercing pain through his right shoulder, and he turned his head to see a arrow sticking out the back, almost into the shoulder blade, but just over enough. He turned quickly, pulling the string back and shooting a arrow through that archers head. But he fell to his knee the moment afterward, holding his shoulder where he was shot. Not mortal... but Yune would have easy work right now.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

Yune was charging through to the center of the village, her small frame and two blades holding their own against the raid. It was then her onyx eyes saw the arrow lodge itself in Terao's shoulder from behind. He snapped around and took out the archer, before dropping to his knee. For a moment, the spiteful, short-tempered samurai was torn. She could, at last , rid herself of the burden that weighed upon her day after day. It didn't take long for her to come to a decision - there was a raider coming at him, sword raised above his head to bring it down upon the injured Terao. Yune dashed forth and put herself between the man and her rival. His sword glanced off her own two, but sliced across her upper arm, giving her a painful cut. Her teeth grit together and she used her weight to throw him back, putting her strength into the blades to push him away from Terao. The raider actually stumbled, surprised a young girl could hold such strength. Yune took the oppurtunity to slide down and twist around sharply, tripping the raider onto his back. He barely hit the ground before her blades were buried in his chest. He gurgled blood and she tore the blades free, before stabbing them in again. When he was dead, she pulled her swords free. Glancing around, she saw that the majority of the raiders were dead. A couple stragglers were being taken out by their fellow clan samurai. Yune's onyx eyes found Terao's blue ones - instead of taking the chance to finally rid herself of him, she had protected him. Was she a fool? Would she live to regret it? Perhaps... but Yune had more honor than to take him down when he was injured protecting their home. She stood, blades resting at her sides. Vaguely, she was aware that her right upper arm was bleeding, blood droplets falling from her fingertips.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

Terao could feel the blood dripping down his back, and knew better than try to rip the arrow out. It didn't go all the way through thanks to his armor, but the armor held it in relative place, the movement he made shaking it. He would need someone else to do it. It was at that revelation that he saw the swordsman coming towards him, and it would take too long to draw his Wakizashi... She was a blur to his vision, Yune was, and she took a hit to her arm to save him, knocking the guy back with surprising strength that Terao hadn't seen from her before. She stabbed the man through twice before turning to face him, and he could see the uncertainty of her actions in her eyes. He finally managed to stand up again, doing his best to not move his armor so it wouldn't move the arrow. Thank you. He said, before walking past her to where his house was. He figured that a Shugenja would be there soon to take out the arrow, so he made sure to be careful, laying face down on a cot near the front. It wasn't too long before a Shugenja did come in, using some of her magic to remove the arrow and heal the wound a little. It was then bandaged, giving it some strength to heal better.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

Agasha Yune knew he was reading the uncertiantity of her actions in her eyes, yet thanked her for saving his life. It must have been hard, she could only imagine how hard, to say those words to her. Why? Because it would be the same if she ever had to say them to him. They were honorable samurai, despite their intense rivalry. She simply nodded her head as he walked past her to return to his home. Likely, to get the arrow removed and his wound treated. It was then she remembered her own wound. The adrenaline had eased and suddenly, she could feel the pain and weariness she had managed to push off. Silently, she, too, returned to her home which in truth did not lay far from her rival's. Her family was bustling, fixing things, righting things. Like a ghost, a dream, she simply went around them and disappeared to her own room inside of the dwelling. Took her blades and armor from her person. Then, went about treating and bandaging her arm.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

Terao let the shugenja check out his range of the shoulder. It was relatively fine, just sore from the stab. He'll heal. She left, leaving Terao alone in his dwelling. He laid there for a while, before finally sitting up. He moved to another room, picking up his armor from the floor. It would have to be repaired, and he preferred to do it on his own. He worked for a short time before checking it out. Seeing that it was fine, he put it down near his other equipment, taking the bow from the other room, and leaving his house with only his kimono and daisho. He slowly walked around, taking in assessment of the damage, and some fresh air. But soon enough, he made it to Yune's dwelling and slowly walked in, looking for her. It wasn't too long until he did find her. You saved my life. He said softly.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

Yune sat in her dwelling, on the floor, for awhile after she took care of her wounded arm. Thinking back on the raid. Of the raider coming at Terao, bringing his blade to... kill him. If she hadn't put herself between the two, she most likely would've been freed from his shadow. With a soft sigh, she righted her Kimono over her shoulder, though the bandage could be seen since the sleeve of her kimono had been torn as well. By the time Terao came into her dwelling, she was still sitting there. Except she had released her hair from the braids now that she no longer needed the raven lockes out of her face. The raven curls spilled across her shoulders and down to her mid-back. She had heard his steps, but didn't turn her head to look up at him until her spoke. It would seem I did, she responded softly, still just sitting on her knees, back resting the wall.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

He watched her, waiting for her to do something before those bitter sounding words. When there wasn't any, his eyes narrowed. Are you just going to sit there? He said, in a equally bitter tone. Or are you going to stand up so we can settle this? I think this is the perfect time. He stretched slightly before his hands rested on the hilts of his two blades, ready to draw them. Come on, I don't have all day to wait for you. His eyes were narrowed slightly, waiting. He figured that she would jump on the opportunity. To finish the duel once and for all. And both were injured, so the victor would be the one who could take the pain the most.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

His tone was bitter. She could hear the acid in his words. Did he truly hate her so? Did he really want to end it this way? Whatever it was that he wanted, Agasha Yune wasn't one to disappoint. Her arm still hurt and it was a tad weak, but she wasn't about to let on that it was causing her some discomfort. Perhaps, she would regret saving his life after all. She slowly stood from her spot and reached down to pick up her daisho. No longer were they covered with blood, and she simply held them in her hands for a moment before she gave a faint nod. When she spoke, her words were cool, almost distached from the whole situation. Shall we finish it here, or take it outside? she asked.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

He watched her finally stand. Maybe he did it a little thick on the bitterness of his voice, but nothing he could remedy now. He slowly drew his blades as she got a handle on hers, the two of them taking up positions. In here. He said softly. Plenty of room, nobody will bother us. It's just you, and me. He slowly fell into a defensive stance, waiting for her. HE was already analyzing everything, and he knew he would have to rely on his wakizashi more now, since any big shock through his right arm would undoubtfully hurt like hell. He stayed defensive, no need to open a hole in his defense for her to exploit.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

She cocked her head and simply watched him for a moment, onyx eyes staring back into his blue hues as he stared her down. Waited for her to make a move. Somehow, the lust she normally felt to take Terao to task had diminshed some. It didn't excite her, like it had before the raid. Why in the hell had she saved him? Tch. Emotions were a weakness. A weakness she couldn't afford if she really wanted to become the best. Her eyes narrowed a slight and it began to seem like they spent an enternity staring each other down before, finally , she moved. She dropped her shoulder and dashed forward, bringing blade against blade, pushing against his hold. Bringing up a knee to aim a hit into his side. However, her moves, her movement, seemed a little off at first, as if her heart weren't in it. As if she was just doing it to appease the bitterness she'd heard in his voice. If he wanted to finish this at last, who was she to deny him.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

Terao would have noticed that her blows were half hearted... if it wasn't for the fact that he had to block two blades with his left-handed wakizashi, which was a difficult task to do on its own. She was attacking fast either way, and blocking with the shorter blade was tolling with his left arm. He was unable to stop the knee hitting him in the side, and it was enough to knock him down, having been worn from the wound and the blocks. Well, are you going to end this? He asked, in a rather low voice. His head hung down, waiting for that blow to come. It would come, he knew it... any moment now, she would be dropping that blade on him. Any moment now...
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

At last there it was before her. The sight she had longed for all time. So why did it not please her? Why wasn't she more excited? Why...wasn't she bringing the blade down on him like she should be? Her hands fell to her sides and they gripped her swords almost unbelievably tight. After a moment, she tossed her blades to the ground, a loud noise echoing through out the room. With a sigh, she turned away from him and looked down at her feet. No. She said the one word softly. So softly. Her fists remained clenched at her sides, silence prominant in the room for a good minutes, though it must have felt like an eternity later when she spoke again. I have no desire for more blood, more death, not...right now.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

He listened to the clang of the blades hitting the ground, picked his head up and looked at her. He heard her say no, saying she didn't want more blood right now... He stood slowly, and then he did something for the first time since he had received them He undid the belt that held his daisho to his waist, sheathing the blades first before letting them fall to the ground. He moved closer to her, his chest almost pressed to her back. Fighting is our way of life. He said softly. But you are right. We need our time of peace between fights and wars. It is something that all Samurai should learn. His left hand came up, gently resting on her left shoulder.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

It was a surprise to her when she heard the drop of his own belt and blades. Their rivalry had seemed so intense before now. Had seemed like the most important thing to her in the entire span of her life thus far. And now, he was standing just behind her with his hand gently resting on her shoulder. Never would she thought they, who had seemed to hate each other so intensely, could have a moment of peace together. The act of her saving his life had, at least for the moment, sent ripples through their hate. If...it had truly been hate. More accurately, she was most likely just jealous. Frustrated, that she could never best him. Yune was silent for a long moment, judging the situation almost like she would their duels. After a long moment, she turned a slight so that she could turn her onyx eyes up to his face. Do you hate me? she asked.
Thread: The Rokugani Way (me and Anjeru)

It was like they were frozen in time, standing in the middle of the nearly empty room, his eyes on the back of her head. They had been rivals for a year now, aiming to have a clean choice at who was the better. And now their weapons were dropped, and they were the closest they ever got to each other. His mind was rather calm, empty, as he waited for the first move. He saw her head turn, heard her question. No, I don't hate you. He said softly. You are a interesting opponent. No less. He was waiting for some ploy, something at least interesting to happen.
Thread: A friend in need. (Kolath x Milly)

Crystal King hurried down the hallway, her plaid school skirt rippling around her mid-thighs as her b-cup breasts bounced a little in her shirt and bra. She was in a hurry wanting to get out into the yard and to the back of the gym. She had promised her friend that she would meet her there right after school, Crystal??s closest friend had practically begged her to come there because she needed help with something. Crystal was about five foot three inches tall with deep red hair, almost more brown then red, her hair hung down past her mid-back and over the front of her shoulders brushing right around her breasts as she ran making many guy take a double take. She hurried no not caring who looked and in fact enjoying it not that she would admit it though. Rushing to the back of the gym she just started talking, ??I??m sorry I??m late I got here as fast as I could.?
Thread: Fancy Brat // Chaos Lord

The ready rooms beneath the arena were far stifling with infernal heat and the stink of brimstone, clumps of sand caked with blood and the barred iron cages that housed the various victims were dimly lit by torches burning a dim red. All things concerned their were few places in his Pit that were more foul and foreboding, even by Rakator's standards, but as the demon prince strode along the cells he was far from displeased. It was here that the mortals and other contestants were housed in between their matches and brief spectacle up in the sand of the arena, and one such as he could practically bask in the fear, despair and misery of the various unfortunates. Rakator's demonic visage cracked a pleased grin as he reviewed some of their newest acquisitions, his fangs barred as he brushed black, quill like locks up from his amber eyes and regally sloping horns. He wore a dark leather tunic open at the chest to reveal his gore red flesh, rippling with barely contained strength. His wings flexed briefly, causing the torches to shutter as he ran one of his cruel black claws along the closest cell's bars, peering in at the miserable wretch inside, so recently plucked from her previous existence, unaware of the horrors that awaited her at his whim. Awaken, little mortal. He said aloud, his voice ringing with preternatural authority as his predatory gaze fell upon her form chained to wall across from him.
Thread: Fancy Brat // Chaos Lord

In the cell was a young female held by chains. Soft little clangs could be heard on the chains as they wrapped around little bits of body armor. The young elven girl slowly stirred as he spoke up. She felt a stinging pain in the back of her head, and she remembered something from earlier. She had been training the younger soldiers in her kingdom for an ongoing war, and before she knew it they were attacked. She was certain it was the enemy, but they used weapons and abilities she thought were impossible. In the mayhem, she was smacked across the back of the head and blacked out. As she opened her eyes, she could feel the strain in her arms and legs from the chains, and her eyes shot open in realization of her bindings. Where is this?! Who are you? she called, looking at the demon before her. She carried a fearsome expression, but at the same time she was rather intimidated by his appearance. She was quite a pretty young thing, one someone wouldn't assume would involve themselves in war. she had long golden hair that carried down to her back, and she had pretty emerald green eyes. Her curvy young body was covered in an impressive suit of body armor. Her C-cup breasts were covered by the breastplate. Her eyes narrowed bit at him, annoyed by his little comment. What are you planning to do with me? Release me at once!
Thread: Fancy Brat // Chaos Lord

Rakator laughed aloud, the sound full of scorn and boasting, carrying with it a dissonant quality like several voices or a more bestial creature that should not be capable of speech. After centuries mortal's capacity for self-delusion and tendency to mask fear with reproach and anger still amused him, though the spirit behind her words was stronger than many he had seen. Rakator snapped his fingers and a loop of chain fell from the ceiling to loop around her neck, squeezing not quite tightly and icy cold against her flesh despite the stifling heat around her. You are in my home, and you will show respect accordingly. He said assured and chiding, as if speaking to a child who had caused some petty annoyance. He dragged a taloned finger over the lock, causing it to click and the door to swing open, allowing him to stride inside. He seemed to loom over her far more than the low bars of the cell's ceiling should allow and as he smirked the chains pulled more tightly, forcing her to stretch nearly spread eagled against the wall. Speak your name and I will explain your purpose, which should be all to apparent, even for so blunt a mortal in the face of one such as I.
Thread: Fancy Brat // Chaos Lord

The young elf girl grumbled softly as he laughed at her. If she had not been in these chains she would have went to smack him across the face. As a general back at her kingdom, she wasn't going to take any back talk from anybody. your home? You call these lousy pile of crap your home? I don't see how you can bear to live in such a place and expect your guests to do the same. she said. Her struggling in her chains had ceased for now, just watching him approach her. She had never seen such a creature like him, and wasn't exactly sure what to think of him. Now that he was inside with her, she was completely at his mercy. Of course, if he was going to kill her, he should have just gotten it over with already. As he came up in front of her, she could see just how much bigger he was then her. Yet she had taken out enemies as big as him before. I do not think you are in any position to ask of my name, but seeing as you're probably just going to kill me, I think I have no choice. She paused as she gave a little sigh. I am Miranda, 1st General of the Kingdom of Kylier. Even so, I think it is proper etiquette to give your own name before asking someone else's.
Thread: Fancy Brat // Chaos Lord

Proper etiquette between peers and equals perhaps. He replied offhandedly, as his eyes unabashedly traced the curves of her figure through her armor. As for the state of my home, I don't doubt your prisoners or slaves are treated much the same way. He stepped closer and affixed his fiery gaze to her eyes as he leaned in close, barely a foot away from her face, And as far as your life is concerned, whether you live or die is entirely up to you. The ambient heat of the pit was nothing compared palpable aura of searing power and dark radiance that now pressed in against her. Rakator reflected that it was not often a high ranking general such as she took to the circumstances in which she had been captured. Her experience and rank said much about her spirit and potential as a combatant in the arena. He stretched out a claw and let the razor edge brush trail languidly up her neck and over her chin leaving not a mark on her fair skin before he turned away haughtily. I am Rakator, Demonic Prince, Champion of Khorne, Lord of this Pit and Master of all who reside here, which now includes you, He looked back over his shoulder with a mocking smirk, General Miranda. He laughed and flexed his powerful pinions, and seeming to fill up all the space before her as he turned back to face her. All mortals who reside here live and die by my will, and it is my will that those mortals who wish to keep their lives devote such pitiable existence as they have to my entertainment.