Thread: The Princess and The Thief-Apparent (Innocent Anathema & SuperSaiyanMusashi)

A lovely summer sun bathed the beautiful kingdom in its gentle light that afternoon, from the castle's highest steeple to the lush green forests outside the bustling city. Up at the gates of the mighty stone castle, an odd, blue-haired man in an equally odd white karate gi spoke with the guards at the entrance. State your business, one burly officer commanded. Oh..I'm..here on a trade route, yeah. Musashi stammered. I'd..like to talk with the King, Queen, or Chancellor about opening up trade with the country I'm from. And those swords? the armored soldier interrogated. They're some of the wares I've come to show! the samurai lied. Some of the very best in existence! he assured. That much was true at least, Very well, but a sergeant shall accompany you! the doorman consented, signalling for another officer to come. This way, sir, the sergeant instructed. Musashi followed the stern soldier inside the superstructure for several minutes, curiously looking for a way downstairs. Upon seeing a spiral stairwell, he shoved his accompanying officer aside and bolted for it as the sergeant shouted, Uff, Hey! The devious samurai used his air jump to quickly descend to a lower level. Looking around, he soon saw what he was after inside an ornate room behind locked doors it was a golden scepter with many engraved runes, bearing a large beautiful blue sapphire on the top. He ran and smashed the doors down, showing an inhuman level of strength. He ran towards the center where the wand rested atop a small pillar, but was slowed down when a crossbow bolt flew out of the side of the room through a small slot and pierced his side as he winced, Ahh! Trying to fight the pain, he charged on and grabbed the magic rod, but as he did, an odd mist flowed out of the stand, causing him to cough and his vision to blur. Upstairs, a loud clatter of bells pervaded. Numerous guards reacted, marching into and around the impressive palace, covering any visible exits. Several went down into the treasure holds to meet the thieving swordsman. Adrenaline pumping hard, Musashi stepped out of the scepter's chamber, where he was met by several strong soldiers. He jumped up, where he was about to be met with a swinging halberd until he performed an air jump to avoid it. His double-jump placed him behind the lead guard, who he grabbed by the shoulder pads and threw into the rest of the pack, causing them to lose their footing. Musashi jumped over the pile of downed troops and worked his way halfway up the stairs, where a sword wielder met him. Not wanting to injure the lawman, Musashi grabbed his slimmer sword but kept it in the sheathe. The 2 of them exchanged blocked blows briefly until Musashi landed a strike in the opposing man's side, which he followed up with an open-palm strike to the chest, knocking him into the wall. He hurried his way toward the main parlor, where 2 more officers met him head on. He started to fend off their slashes while looking for the exit, but then took a hilt-bump to the head, grunting Oof!' when he took it. The sapphire-tipped scepter dropped out of his left hand. As he attempted to grab it again, his vision started to blur. The sleepy samurai tried to slap himself awake, but the tranquilizer on the bolt he was previously pierced with plus the sleeping mist he breathed earlier finally caught up with him as he nodded off and plopped onto the carpeted floor. Stirring several hours later, the samurai found himself in a locked jail cell containing a mediocre bed. Not only was the scepter he sought no longer on him, but his 2 swords and belt pouch were missing as well. Ah, damn! he cursed. He also noticed that his legs were bound, limiting his ability to use his vast strength, though he could still walk slowly.