[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Woods a few miles west of Dojoville [i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 1200 hours [i][u]Character(s):[/u][/i] Ylon, Yara [i][u]Title:[/u][/i] The Crimson Swordsman, Slayer of Immortals [i]Strolling through the calm, sunlit woods was a woman, who appeared to be twenty four, with shoulder length brown hair in bright, green eyes. She whistled along with the singing birds in the slight breeze that rustled the leaves in the forest, as cicadas buzzed and crickets chirped. A smile danced on her lips, and she appeared to be calm and happy. The sunlight shined through the branches and lush, green leaves of the trees as the woman strolled, her torn, blue skinny jeans stained with dirt and her loose, beige t-shirt looking old and rather worm. It was calm and peaceful, until a man came crashing through the woods, chased by a mad-looking, pale and skinny man, with bloodshot eyes and teeth stained with blood. His canines were unnecessarily sharp, and his grin looked rather manic. The man whom this crazy thing chased was about six foot four, and wore a snug, crimson chest plate, with an intricate design of a lion head on its chest. There were plates of crimson metal covering a few joints, such as his kneecaps and elbows, and two larger shoulder guards on his broad shoulders. The rest of his outfit was brown leather, in addition to a long, maroon colored cloak hanging around his neck, stopping a few inches above his ankles. The man had artfully messy, scarlet colored hair, and warm, orange eyes that fit in nicely with the calm and warm environment. However his facial expression was serious, his square jaw tense as his lips were set in a firm line of concentration. On the man's back, a massive greatsword was hanging there, seven feet in length. It was stowed diagonally, the grip sticking up above the left of his head, the tip of the blade only barely not touching the dirt path beneath his right shoulder. On each side of his waist, a longsword was sheathed, for a total of two longswords. The sheathes were black, with crimson rims, and were about four and a half feet long. The crazy looking man behind the one with all the weaponry and armor was gaining on him, and her suddenly pounced, lunging at the red man's throat. Quick as lightning the man's greatsword was drawn as he spun with great speed, and the other man was cleaved right in half, their top half hitting the dirt path before his bottom half. Blood sprayed everywhere, staining the main's leather, and drenching the greatsword in the red fluids. The man stared at the completely shredded attacker, his orange eyes full of hatred.[/i] "Bloodsucker," [i]He muttered under his breath, shaking his head.[/i] "Stultus factus immortales." [i]The woman recognized the dead language, Latin, and knew what it meant—stupid immortal. The woman had also noticed the other now deceased man, the immortal, for being a vampire. Somehow, she knew that the man with the greatsword had a vendetta against immortals, and thus was a danger to her, for she herself was about ten billon years old, the creator of the Legion of Dragons, the first Dragon of the Void, Yuldner. She knew for a fact that she could crush the man easily, however something about him was... off. It wasn't some aura of power that commander respect, like Yuldner felt a lot of at the nearby dojo. Rather it was a more... quite deadliness, that said that if the man dedicated himself to killing somebody then he would stop at nothing to slaughter them. The man turned, then looked at the woman who appeared to he twenty four, and was lost in thought. His eyes were narrowed in suspicion, as he couldn't trust anything; after all, the last time he came across people who claimed to be mortal and had a good cause, he was brainwashed into killing hundreds of innocents for no reason at all. So he took a step forward, raising his greatsword at the woman, ready to lash out at any moment. The woman chose her words very, very carefully.[/i] "Who was the other guy?" [i]She inquired cautiously as the man scowled.[/i] "Just some vampire," [i]He said, his orange eyes never leaving the woman.[/i] "And what did he do to you?" [i]The woman said, not liking how swiftly and emotionlessly the man slew the vampire. The man's scowl grew.[/i] "First of all, he tried to kill me," [i]He said, making sure none of his annoyance was shown in his tone.[/i] "Second of all... he was an immortal." [i]The confirmed what Yuldner had guessed, and she decided that it would be wise to end his life right then and there. Four, deep, purple orbs formed around her, each with a diameter of one foot. She launched the orbs made of pure voice energy at the man, and the resulting explosion launched him back a hundred yards, slamming him into a tree. He grit his teeth in pain as he remained standing, and he charged, letting out a battle cry that sounded as though it had been used a hundred, no, a thousand times. The woman formed solid spikes of hardened void in midair, launching them at the man. He lifted his greatsword with ease he charged, and parried both the spikes, not slowing his charge as he was finally on Yuldner, lashing out with a massive slash with his greatsword, which whistled through the air, headed for Yuldner's neck. She simply formed a shield of solid void energy mid air, and the sword slammed into it, not even denting the shield. Yuldner smiled slightly as she formed another orb of void energy, launching it at the man. However, he was ready, and lifted his sword to cover him at an angle. The explosion pushed him back three feet, however he kept his balance as he rushed forward again, slashing again. Again the woman blocked, however the man expected her to; holding the greatsword in one had he drew one of his two longswords from its sheathe, revealing the longsword to be the same color as the greatsword, crimson red. He thrusted, and the sword entered Yuldner's abdomen, causing her to cough blood. However, her skin began to turn black as night, until she had pitch black scales instead of skin. She had entered stage one. She easily pulled the greatsword out, and her wound almost instantly closed. From seemingly nowhere she pulled out her own, violet colored greatsword, only a little shorter than the man's. They clashed, massive sword on massive sword, sending sparks flying as tension increased. Yuldner was a tad bit stronger than the man, and he was struggling to block her blows. Then, Yuldner made the mistake of slashing completely vertically to get the aid if gravity in her next slash. The man sidestepped, then slammed his right fist right into the woman's head, causing her to lose balance. He took this opportunity, and lashed out while Yuldner spent the half second it took to regain balance. The greatsword shredded through her armored skin, cleaving past her spine and ending up cleaving off her upper body. The body fell just like the vampire's did, and the man stowed his sword without even cleaning some of the blood off that drenched the man's sword. He sighed, stretching.[/i] "That's two immortals in a day," [i]He murmured to himself, finishing his stretches.[/i][spoiler]Open[/spoiler]