Post by Deleted on May 19, 2013 4:19:20 GMT -5
"This is ... impossible ..." His attacks had failed. He had failed himself. His chance to show Kaen, to show himself, the squad, the world, that he was worth something ... and he had been defeated like a child. Like a weak child. Disgust filled the shinigami as he was brought to the ground, pain wracking his body. "How did I ... lose ..."The gauntlet shattered, Kubi's hold on his power - and consciousness - slipping. The body of the shinigami slumped forward, mud brown eyes closing.
I saw it all as if I was witnessing it again; the brilliant flash of Masaki's power being unleashed, the very rain parting around her, the fearsome grin on her face, the flush of battle ... the flash of the blade as it entered her flesh. I heard, almost as if I was there, the soft *schlik* that comes with impalement. I saw the black garganta open, saw the cold figure move, and devoted one name to memory; Kuroi Naito.
Blood ... there's so much blood ... I didn't know a human had this much blood ... The swollen belly of my wife, my one true love, was rent open, the unborn fetus inside rent open. Blood and amniotic fluid poured over the sidewalk, mingled with the rain. Soon, all memory of her death would wash down the guitars. All memory of our time together is nothing more than a memory. Sunken in despair, I roared to the heavens.
Months passed in bleary agony. My heart was not broken; I left my heart on the soiled pavement when my wife died. What replaced it was unwholesome, evil; but it kept me alive. Revenge. Some say revenge is a dish served cold; they are wrong. It is a dish best served hot. Blood seeping through fingers, their bones crushing under your fists!
And through it all, I didn't sleep.
The brown eyes, streaming tears like the rain from his memory, opened his eyes again. He sat up, ignoring the pain from his wounds. Noticing his surroundings, a stormcloud darkened his countance. "... you ... have won. I concede." He stood up, feeling the bruises, the blood of his body bursting though micro rents in his blood vessels, spread across his body. "... we will meet again on this field. And when we do, I will make you bleed." With those parting words, Kubi walked off to heal his body - and soul - had suffered.
Fight Finished. Award TP.
I saw it all as if I was witnessing it again; the brilliant flash of Masaki's power being unleashed, the very rain parting around her, the fearsome grin on her face, the flush of battle ... the flash of the blade as it entered her flesh. I heard, almost as if I was there, the soft *schlik* that comes with impalement. I saw the black garganta open, saw the cold figure move, and devoted one name to memory; Kuroi Naito.
Blood ... there's so much blood ... I didn't know a human had this much blood ... The swollen belly of my wife, my one true love, was rent open, the unborn fetus inside rent open. Blood and amniotic fluid poured over the sidewalk, mingled with the rain. Soon, all memory of her death would wash down the guitars. All memory of our time together is nothing more than a memory. Sunken in despair, I roared to the heavens.
Months passed in bleary agony. My heart was not broken; I left my heart on the soiled pavement when my wife died. What replaced it was unwholesome, evil; but it kept me alive. Revenge. Some say revenge is a dish served cold; they are wrong. It is a dish best served hot. Blood seeping through fingers, their bones crushing under your fists!
And through it all, I didn't sleep.
The brown eyes, streaming tears like the rain from his memory, opened his eyes again. He sat up, ignoring the pain from his wounds. Noticing his surroundings, a stormcloud darkened his countance. "... you ... have won. I concede." He stood up, feeling the bruises, the blood of his body bursting though micro rents in his blood vessels, spread across his body. "... we will meet again on this field. And when we do, I will make you bleed." With those parting words, Kubi walked off to heal his body - and soul - had suffered.
Fight Finished. Award TP.