[i][u]A Rivalry Reborn[/u][/i] [b][i]We are born of the blood. Made men by the blood. Undone by the blood. Our eyes are yet to open. Fear the old blood.[/i][/b] [u][i]Dojoville 6:41 PM Daniel, the Last Executioner Irina, the Last Vileblood[/i][/u] [i]Lightning flashed across the dull grey sky as the loud crack of thunder sounding could be heard above the Dojo and the village surrounding it, rainwater crashing down upon the homes and buildings of Dojoville, water running down the streets and into the village's sewers. Civilians were running through the street, attempting to seek cover from the rain that fell heavily from the heavens, coats raised above their heads as they sprinted into buildings, homes, and taverns alike. Yet someone wasn't going inside of a tavern. He was getting thrown out. The metal door that belonged to "The Dragon's Tail" suddenly busted open, and out came two figures, both of them 7 foot tall, extremely muscular males. And between them, a rather odd figure. They were carrying a 6'4 foot tall man, looking burly and somewhat muscular, light grey robes engulfing his body and thrashing wildly as he kicked and tried breaking away from the men's grasp, the massive holy shawl on his back flinging around as he did so. His leather gauntlets were adorned with metals suck as steel and iron, his boots seeming to be rather similar to this design. On his head was a massive golden helmet, which provided no eye sockets for sight or...anything of the matter, really. Attached to the man's belt was a rather large book, about 2500 pages thick, and a small, wooden music box, polished and pristinely cares for, by the looks of it.[/i] [i]The odd man roared as he was suddenly thrown to the wet concrete, turning and beginning to get back up. As soon as he rose, the men that had carried him out of the bar had already went back in, locking the door behind them. The man suddenly went into a fit of rage, screaming with pure anger and vulgarity.[/i] Daniel: "WHY, YOU LITTLE BUNCH OF FÚCKING PANSIES!! YOU GOT A THING AGAINST HUNTERS SHOWING 'OW WE KICK ASS, DON' YA?! YAH FÚCKIN CÚNTS!!!" [i]The man screamed with a loud amount of vulgarity, his accent sounding rather British, funny enough. He growled with fury, walking over to a rather large, metallic trash can next to the tavern's concrete walls. He reached in, and pulled out a massive wooden and steel wheel, which he set down using a grip on its side. He then pulled a jagged black sword from the trash and filth, sheathing it at his side before then retrieving a golden and steel lever-action long barreled rifle, wiping off the muck on it and then slinging it onto his back.[/i] [i]The streets were rather empty now, devoid completely of life, and the man walked out onto them, dragging the massive wooden wheel along as he proceeded onwards. Until...he felt a presence. Something he had not felt in a long, long time. Something that he dreaded above all else.[/i] Daniel: "...It's you...isn't it? ...Reveal yourself...[i]Vileblood."[/i] [i]And she did reveal herself. She had been caught by a blind man. One that she hated with all her heart. The woman exited from an empty alleyway, standing at 6'3 with a thin yet athletic posture, her dark grey garb covered in rainwater, her leather cape waving slightly in a breeze that suddenly passed by. Her gauntlets were pure leather, her boots laced up and a dark brown, covered in thick mud and dirt. She looked up at the man silently, the pointed hat on her head shuffling slightly, alongside the white pigeon feather in its back as she did so. She looked as if she was twenty-five, with a strikingly beautiful yet incredibly pale face, as if she had never even gone outside, her platinum blonde hair almost like thin strands of silver. Piercing light blue eyes staring at the man silently, the woman drew a rather unique weapon from her side. A 5'1 foot long straight katana blade, the hilt of the weapon a 2'4 foot long metallic dagger. Both of the weapons were combined, it seemed. And yet, and the woman's side was a separate katana, 5'4 feet long and curved, the blade was stained with dark blood. She silently drew a rather large flintlock pistol from her side, raising it up with her left hand and aiming down the sights. Right at the man's head. [/i] [i]The man heard the woman pull the trigger, and with a ridiculous reaction speed, suddenly raised his wheel as a shield, blocking the oncoming bullet from penetrating his golden helmet. He lowered his wheel, waiting for his opponent to attack.[/i] [i]He began to hear footsteps approaching from afar. 20 feet. 19 feet. 18 feet. 17 feet. It was time to end this. Once and for all. Raising his wheel once more, the man began to silently approach his enemy, his rival. The Vileblood filth that tainted the earth. The woman raised her blade, preparing to slaughter this fool, this imbecile. The Executioner bástard that took everything from her. Both of them kept approaching, and the old rivalry had begun once more.[/i] ((Open. This is a serious RP post. Yes, you may be killed by one of these characters.))