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His eyes went around, but he stayed still. "..." He murmured lowly. Quickly, but noticeably, only one attacked from each side, excluding the archers. He weaved back near the stabbed spear from behind. His blade couldn't be seen, but the reflection of moon's light could. The bright reflection could be seen passing the dragon's forearms, then ahead of the Ookami, past the dragon aheads neck.
Both the arms of the one behind had flown up into the air, followed by a loose blood splatter. Then the head fell from the other. The blood spray spraying like jet fire this time. "I don't have time to waste.. Now, at once.." He said, growling.
Then the two from the sides rushed in, one wielding a spear, and one a sword. He leaned, stepped on one foot, and jumped. twisting in the air over the spear as it was stabbed. He led the pole forward into the swordsman's on the other sides chest, impaling him with the use of his left hand. While in his right hand, he was slashing his blade, cutting the spear wielder three full times down his center.
When he landed, he was already snatching back the spear from the dead soldiers chest. "I said at once.." Then, his blade went behind his back, and the spear in front of his body. Suddenly, all the soldiers began running forward, each yelling a battle cry to raise their own spirits. They were rushing in to a foe who just provoked them to strike simultaneously. He could be foolish, or incredibly strong. Spears, and sword were being stabbed and slashed, his body weaved in and out of each stab, exitting the path of each slash. He seemed to always be in motion, his blade never seen until it was changing directions.
Once a crowd of about 400 soldiers surrounded him, he spun causing a tear in the air, and once it had spread into thousands of cleaved projectiles, he stopped. And the entire 400 strong force stopped in place, and they grew quiet. Only seconds passed before groans and screams began again, and blood began spraying around. Upon his stop, he hurled the spear out. The spear impaled one, two, three, and four of the archers sitting on a rooftop. Other arches had looked over at the four dragons with the pole through them.
"Tch." Hearing this, they looked back, and Satsuro stood on the roof with them. As soon as they were about to string their arrows, his hand reached out, and the light reflecting from his blade shot out, past their necks, even farther then the blade could reach. To them, it hadn't even seemed like his arm moved, but it took only a second for them to realize they were all dead one head fell at a time. He leaped away, and blood sprayed straight into the air, and cascaded down, painting the rooftop red.
Once he landed in the street, he quickly cut down one of the spear wielders, having his blood splattered across his face. He looked around to count, and there where still hundreds of archers sitting on the surrounding hills, already releasing their arrows. His blade was switched now, so the blade was pointed back, and his feet slid apart. He exhaled, and spun once, creating a stationary twister around him. The arrows fired, vanished in the ripping wind, and he kept his position, letting his hair whip around in his face. Every soldier, building, and object and item within the distance of the hill was sucked in.
When they hit it, they bursted into a few sprinkles of blood and flesh, for the vortex was not only drawing them in, it was slicing them thousands of times per second. Although there were screams, he kept it going until everything in the area was gone, with no remorse.
After about 50 seconds, it dispersed, and he walked from the cloud of dust the twister had picked up. He tied his sheathe to his lower back, and slid the katana into it. He fixed his blood stained snow white hair, and began walking toward his land. "Only if this helped.." He mumbled to himself.
With great haste, a group of soldiers from his tribe ran toward and past them, followed by a commander, who stopped to greet him, and ask for his assistance. "Satsuro. Please aid us in the destruction of the head invading forces of the Dragoon-" "They're already dead.." He interrupted the soldier, and continued walking his path.
The soldier looked at the ground, seeing the smallest fragments of flesh and bone, then it quickly struck him what had happened when he seen the blood on Sastsuromaru's face and hair.
Early next morning, Satsuromaru sat in a large den with his comrades, led by a large wolf demon commander, waiting for the next assault from the dragons. Just as a messenger entered, everyone around him stood. Satsuro was seated, with his sword between his crossed legs. His crimson eyes opened, and he frowned, looking around at those standing around. When he stood, he looked over, seeing the commander glance at him once whispered to by the messenger.
The commander made his way over toward him with slow, heavy steps. The thuds of his boots were enough to make anyone else cringe, if his sights were set on them. But his eyes locked with Satsuro's with what seemed to be an intimidation glance. He was kind of scary. A blank right eye, scars all over, burn marks, veins, and a disgusting scent, that could tell the story of how many he has killed. Oh, and when in Anthro-form, he stood at 8 feet tall.
But Satsuro didn't look away, or shake. He stared back, returning glance of cockiness. When he stopped in front of Satsuro, he spoke. "Satsuro." Satsuro clutched his katana tightly, not to strike, but to brace himself for the beating he was sure to receive for his reckless actions, and the killing of the innocent.
"Congrats soldier..Thanks to your little rage issue, the dragons have called for a truce. I guess they decided one person could annihilate a platoon of countless soldiers, an army of us would wipe out their race."
Satsuro's eyes widened in shock almost, not realizing exactly how much power he had exerted out of anger. But that was beside the point now. He had shook his head, dismissing the thought, and pushed through the other wolves, running toward the forest where his own group of wolf demons where going to branch off.
He was excited, and wore a grin. Only once he was half-way there, he had realized he was one day early. "Eh. Nows a good time to rally up my own group."
-To be continued ((Comment!!))
 Akira Matoko · Wed Nov 12, 2008 @ 08:13am · 0 Comments |
