*Nice going Kanji kun!
I wish the fight hadn't ended! I always feel sad when ur fight scenes are over ^_^*
Chapter 5: The Summoning
Batisha ran to the body of Soren and embraced it with sobs. “Soren!!!!” he cried “Why didn’t you call for help sooner? I would have rushed here to guard you with my life.” He flashed his eyes at Tenshoujin and looked back at Soren’s choking body “An irony that you would meet your fate at the hands of another thief! On the valour of our ranks I swear I shall avenge you this night!”
Batisha turned to the soldiers and spoke “Brothers! This thief has slain our captain. If all we have fought for together ever means anything, then it lies in our hands to spill his blood tonight and avenge our fallen Soren.” Batisha pointed at Tenshoujin and screamed “Kill him!” As he said so, a gleam of hatred reflected in his eye and a wicked smile adorned his face.
Batisha looked on gleefully as the soldiers pounced on Tenshoujin, their weapons flashing in the moonlit night. Time slowed down, as the spears and axes bore down upon him, Tenshoujin looked up, caught Batisha’s eye and smiled right back….and vanished.
Time resumed normally. The soldiers hit thin air, and wildly began looking about for Tenshoujin. At the same time a whisper crept down Batisha’s neck…
“I’ve known that you were aware of my presence ever since I landed. It was my intention that you believe me to be around. I had initially planned on joining your ranks to infiltrate the village, but I believe the information I seek is not in the village but right here”
Batisha gasped in wonder, surprised that Tenshoujin had gotten behind him. “What a..are you?”
Tenshoujin hissed back, his wicked smile wider now, “I’m certainly not your timid elf.”
“You humans are despicable. For years you’ve preyed on one another running yourselves to extinction. But in your punishable greed for bounty, it was my clan that paid the price. For what little it counts, I shall savour a portion of my revenge this night”
Tenshoujin leapt back and mocked the soldiers “Your puny swords and spears wouldn’t tickle me on my deathbed. Now feel the wrath of a true blade”… Hatred and vengeance shone bright in his eye. Tenshounjin held his hand forward and made a horizontal sweep in the air and uttered the words:
“Kataki yuge no Senjiru... Benitaiyou!” (Boil all your enemies to vapour…CrimsonSun!)
A dazzling point of light traced out the path of his hand. An intense burst of heat radiated around the area. The soldiers fell back in pain. Batisha watched with his eyes wide open. Where there had been nought but thin air now lay a burning blade held in Tenshoujin’s hand. At first it simply appeared as a shaft of light but as he watched it grew in width and colour. Crimson flames danced off its edge their movements casting a hypnotic spell on the onlookers. The blade was smooth and hot, alive with a purpose. Batisha felt it would cut him even if left unheld.
He watched on in fear and awe...