《Warlord 6》Chapter 2
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The rain continues to beat down as she makes her way through the winding city streets, uncrowded and quiet, her hood beating the rain with each thud. Places where markets and stores would be are closed because of this odd weather. "It hasn't rained this hard in year's, much least thundered in a decade!" She muttered to herself.
She looked down at the magic tracker, pointing in the direction of her target, the three needles all pointing forward, or left, or right, all depending on the roads she could take, each needle representing the 5 Mahō no tatsujin (Masters of Magic) all have dedicated their lives to the study and advancement of magic, guiding those who seek its knowledge. They also run the Assembly of Clans, put out the bounty's, and monthly tasks for each clan. Osiris continues following the arrows leading to her target, the 'Weather man' she finally comes upon a Center block, the fountain center of the wide open space.
The arrow points to the fountain direction.
She looks up at the fountain the rain continues to pound her black hood. The White Dragon shining bright on her chest. She continues on towards the fountain. As she steps around it she notices it only points towards the fountain.
"This thing is completely broken!" She signs frustrated.
She turns around to go back to the market to confront kenji when the ground shakes.
She turns her head half around the rain seeming to intensify as the ground shakes.
*sigh*
The fountain explodes as she jumps away fron the Debris that fly's into buildings people screaming and all.
She turns her entire body and stands ready to face her opponent, as she draws her knife the black blade only glowing red engravings spelling out ドラゴン (Dragon).
The smoke and dust settles revealing a blue man with sharp teeth grinning at her standing on the water from the fountain. "WELL WELL!"
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"WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?!?"
she tightens her grip on her weapon and pulls a second throwing knife from her belt.
"A PROTOTYPE MEMBER ALL THE WAY OUT IN THIS PART OF THE CITY?!?"
"THIS ISN'T EXACTLY YOUR HUNting ground...." He says changing his snake smile to a frown and a angry tone
She continues to hold her ground staring at her target.
"WELL SAY THE LINE MINION!" He shouts
She pauses....
"You 'Weather Man' are here by cut from society, The duel will now commence-
"BRAVO MINION, BRAVO!!" HE YELLS MOCKINGLY LAUGHING.
"Your fate is sealed..." She finishes gripping her weapon harder.
Then with a boom he was behind her.
"To slow Girl!" He says mockingly. She hardly turns to get punted 20 feet down the road losing her other knife.
Then he does it again but she gets around him swinging her knife at him but he simply ducks and punches her stomach sending her flying 20 feet back to where she was.
"For a hunter you sure are weak huh? He scoffs.
He repeats the process throwing different moves in avoiding anything she throws at him.
She finally stands up and throws a knife at him as he walks towards her, he simply dodges, and the cycle repeats throwing a knife, he dodges.
"You truly are a weakling, you have NO Aura, NO magic exists within your being!" He dodges another knife
"The fact you even got recruited by a clan is a show of their weakness!" Dodging again.
"You are WoRtHlEsS!" He starts laughing.
She runs out of knifes and drops to her knees clutching her singular knife the phrase glowing Brighter red on the black blade then before, ドラゴン (Dragon). She looks up the water bender standing over her.
"You are pathetic." He sighs
"I almost pity you." He scoffs
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"Almost!" He laughs raising his hand nails growing into long icy knifes.
Osiris looks up, "Mocking me was your first and last mistake" she then lunges at the water bender trying to plant the knife in his stomach but he catches her.
"Was it Girl?!?" He laughs at her
The blades engravings now glowing Bright red.
"Yes it was" she smiles
"Wha-
Before he could finish the blade blasted its beam straight leaving his stomach with a massive hole in it.
The man stumbles back in disbelief.
*cough* "Damn that kinda hurt girl!" *cough*
"But its raining...." He yells as he begins to regenerate
*splash* *splash* *slush*
The man continues to walk towards her healing slowly.
"What did you think would happen girl?!?"
"Magic rules this world and without it you are nothing!!!!"
*slush* *splash*
Osiris looks down to her weapon.
"Even if you posses magic items girl."
*slush* splas-*
He stands over her.
"It can only get a mortal like you so far."
...... She looks up.
"Time to die worthless one!" He reaches for a blade.
She looks down to her hand, the magic glove.
He pulls the blade and with one swift motion he aims for her neck. "DIE!"
She actives the glove and grabs the sword as it sinks into the glove and her hand but doesn't get through them. "Wha-
She punches his gut causing him to the release the sword still lodged in her hand, he stumbles back and looks up. As he does Osiris spins throwing the sword to the side and kicks his face.
He spits up blood from his mouth as he regains balance. "Why you-
But her attacks continue unrelentingly
Swinging and attacking, this time though he dodges or avoids most.
She continues to swing but then she stops and with her good hand reaches for something on her belt. She pulls a disk with the white dragon on it and presses a button. The disk shocks to life and glows blue.
"I wont let you take me girl!" He shouts summoning from the rain spears of water.
She simply smirks and activates her glove, blood pouring from her hand when she squeezes.
She begins to run towards him as he hurls water spears at her.
"Die!" "Die!" "DIEEE!" He shouts with each time she throws a spear aside.
She simply tosses each spear aside wincing in pain with each grab as blood pours from her hand.
She throws the last spear and as she about to hit him with the disk he summons a wall of water in front him as a last effort.
"NOOOO!"
She puts her shoulder down and goes straight through the wall of water coming out disk first straight onto his chest, holding the button as he looks into her eyes with horror.
"Your fate is sealed..."
She lets go of the button and the wall of water melts into a puddle and all the spears disperse into puddles as well as he is shocked.
He falls to the ground knocked out and Osiris stands over him looking down at her bounty, hair soaked and her body soar. Then she looks down at her hand bloody and still bleeding.
"Hey are you gonna clean this?!?"
She turns surprised, she sees a towns folk looking angry at her.
"So-sorry!" She yells as she reaches into her belt again, and with her good hand she pulls a flare gun and shoots it in the air.
She puts the restraints on her bounty and begins to leave, she hardly noticed the rain stop pouring.
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