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| Topic Started: Nov 4 2014, 04:54 PM (78 Views) | |
| Azrael | Nov 4 2014, 04:54 PM Post #1 |
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"They killed him in cold blood" The words seemed to hang in the air as the aged woman spat them out as if they were poison. The fallen one felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was as if he was being let in on the deepest secrets of this woman's life. Maybe it was hearing such a horrible thing from someone who seemed so pure of heart, or maybe it was the fact that he barely knew this woman and yet she had shown him such kindness. But he could feel it in his heart and he could feel her pain. He knew everything about what this woman was experiencing, every heart wrenching moment. Knowing that no matter what you did that you would never hold your child again. He felt her pain as if it were his own. He watched as the stranger shed tears of sorrow for her lost son. For the one that she would never see again. It was standard belief that it was supposed to be the children whom buried the parents, not the other way around. Yet here she was and he understood. He reached across the table, somehow,knowing the right thing to do was take her hand. Once again he felt within him something that conflicted with the muddled being he knew for much of his awakened life now. His eyes locked with hers and he could see what her mind was working on. "Who killed him?" he asked softly. "A gang of thugs. They wanted to win the glory of top fighter in the tournament coming up. They didn't even give him a fair fight. They waited for him on his way home and jumped him. They have no,honor and they stole his. They stole my son from me, everyone knows it but there's nothing I can do." The silence crept in once more for a moment before he spoke again. When he did he could feel the fire in his eyes as they met hers again. "Where?" For a moment she didn't seem to know what to say. But then relief showed in her eyes and she gave the answer. "They have a dojo in town. The Black Dragon dojo." Azrael didn't say a word. He merely nodded and stood from the table before walking out of the house. --------- Wc: 395 |
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| Azrael | Nov 5 2014, 12:46 PM Post #2 |
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Leaving the farm house felt much different than first arriving. The air had taken on a bit of a chill now that the Sun was starting to dip below the horizon. For a moment he allowed himself to take in a breath of the fresh country air and enjoy the cool night. As he closed his eyes he gathered his thoughts and steeped his resolve for what he was planning to do. The front steps creamed under his feet as he took them in stride. As he walked down the path to the road he caught sight of the girl Naomi to his right. She had come around from the side of the house and stopped to watch as he made his way back toward the town. He could feel her eyes on him all the way until he was certain that he was well out of her sight. He thought about what the girl must have gone through. No wonder she had been judgmental when he first arrived. He probably embodied the type of man that had taken her father. She had lost both of her parents and been at risk of losing her only remaining family. No little girl should have to grow up that way. Children need guidance, they need stability and structure but in this world there were those that fought to break that stability and structure, whose only concern was their own gain. He would bring these people to justice. As He reached the town he noticed it was much different walking into than running out of. It was relatively quaint but big enough that it was frequently used for supply runs. It was obvious the farmers relied on this town as much as they needed the farmers. It was a symbiotic relatio,ship but unfortunately not all things could be protected against. His feet brought him closer to the center of the town easy enough. He was able to navigate mostly by signage but when that was less reliable few were unaware of the Black Dragon dojo. Their reputation was apparently quite good among the town, which only meant that they were more crooked than he first believed. They were not only murderers but con men as well. By the time the last lights of day were beginning to fade and the twilight mixed in swirls of pink and blue he was standing before his target. He looked up at the emblem of a black dragon curled into a circle. Before him was a thick wooden door covered in bronze studs. From within he could hear the sounds of merriment and boozing. He took a breath and pushed on the door; gaining his entrance to the dojo, and the looks of contempt from roughly two dozen men. ------- Wc: 463 Twc: 858 |
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| Azrael | Nov 6 2014, 08:56 AM Post #3 |
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When he first entered the room had been filled with the sounds of clinking glass and the murmur of concersation, but as soon as the attention was on him a pervasive silene filled the air. It was obvious that they weren't too happy about a stranger interrupting what must have been meal time. All around him men of various states of inebriation grunted and glared. The layout of the room was rather simple and typical of many martial arts domains. Tatami mats covered most of the floor, a central section standing out just a little as the main practice floor. He stood in the outer ring where observers could watch. On the east and west of the main floor were two racks of weapons, a third built,into the wall on the north. A set of stairs raised up a section on the north that wrapped around to the eastern side where the men would eat their meals or get a better angle on the demonstrations below. Rich wooden railings enclosed the upper area, probably in part so no drunkards fell. The walls were white washed with scrolling designs of dragons and lotus breaking the monotony. On the northern side a door was built into the wall in a way that eluded to a room under the raised dining area. That door slid open and out stepped a rather intimidating looking fellow with thick sinewy arms. He stepped out onto the main floor, his arms crossed over his chest and stared down the intruder. The light from the paper lanterns only served to make him look,more intimidating as it caught every facet of his flesh. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded. Azrael stepped forward until he was standing directly where a challenger would on the fighting ground. He thought about how much he was going to enjoy destroying this man and his thugs, a smug smile crossing his face. "I, am the one who is here to make you atone for your crimes." The man's face lit up and he let out an arrogant chortle. As he leaned forward he caught sight of the emblem on Azrael's chest. "Oh ho. Look here boys. This guy thinks we are gonna be afraid of him just because he's wearing a set of the ex-champs clothes. How about we teach him a lesson eh?" It became evident quickly that even if the men had been inebriated they could handle their liquor or weren't quite as far gone as he thought. It was no matter though, in his eyes all of these men were just as guilty as their leader. The men all came rushing down to the main floor, some using the stairs, others leaping the railing and landing all around. In a few seconds he was completely surrounded by the group and most of them looked rather eager to inflict some damage. "Kill him!" the leader shouted. The group rushed for only a second. The first strike came from the right and Azrael dipped his left shoulder back before crushing the man's wrist and whipping him around into the kick that came from the left. A snapped punch came up before the man behind him could grab hold of him. As quickly as they charged in the group surged back, some crying out in pain. "What the...?" They looked as the injured parties stumbled back. The rest reassessed the situation, much less sure of themselves now. They looked between each other and then to their lead. "I said kill him!" he shouted. A few of the group grabbed weapons from the racks. Swords, spears, and axes all came out. The men seemed more certain now that they were so heavily armed, yet Azrael didn't so much as flinch. The circle widened, allowing more room for the weapons. The first strike. A spear thrust toward his face. Azrael rolled to his left, grasping the shaft of the spear and breaking the users arms. A sudden thrill overtook him as he felt the spear in his hands, something he remembered from long ago. Suddenly he was a dancer, dodging this way and that. Sending others into each other, weapons flying from their users hands. He managed to cripple the rest and soon he was standing in a ring of broken men. Only the master stood. In his rage the master picked up an ax and charged, weapon raised above his head. It was sloppy, the kind of thing someone did out of desperation. Surely deep down he knew he had no chance of winning but his reputation meant he had to try. The ax came down and Azrael stepped aside, letting it slice past harmlessly. The attacker threw out a low kick, trying to sweep his leg before bringing the axe for a side swipe. Azrael lifted the targeted leg and slammed it back down, snapping the man's knee and forcing him to the ground. Still the other did not give up. He tried to swing out again and with another kick Azrael shattered his collar bone. He couldn't help but feel good about this man's pain, the main who took innocent lives. "Now, you pay for your crime." In a flourish he spun about and slammed the spear tip down toward the murderer's chest. Just as it was about to land though he was stopped by a sudden scream in his head. It held such force that he actually dropped the weapon to the side. Then a voice spoke to him. "No! Don't do it." it spoke. He had no idea what was going on but for some reason he felt his rage subside. He looked at the man as if seeing him for the first time. He was broken, he would probably never fight again. His punishment would be harsher than death in his eyes. The men around were either passed out or staring in amazement at him, not sure what to think. Without so much as a word he turned and left the place, only stopped to mark the sign with the symbol he wore as a message. His job was done. ----------------- Wc: 1023 Twc: 1881 |
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