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Lemons, great for orange juice.

I originally thought I'd go with a creepy half dead look but later decided to change it, so that's why he's got a gaunt skull of a head here.

The ideas for his weapons are actually from about five years ago, I justnever came up with a place to use them 'til now.

That's good I guess, I never really thought about it, I just wanted to finish it because I hate writing fights.

This is rather creepy. It's just a very perverse written work you've got here.

At least you have your health...

I like the feel of this one, no reason that I can think of though. Actually I appreciate that it has a kinda rhythm to it and actually rhymes without sounding like a silly limerick.

So you agree that all Nintendo ever does anymore is peddle crap to the ignorant?

It is, the fish dude, Admiral something or other said it when they went after Deathstar 2.0..

The term: "It's a trap." That's a reference.

How's that? He already was investigated, unless something happened afterwords he's still clean.

I accuse Jules Verne, he did it on the moon, with the space shuttle at 0200 hours.

lol I should look back at the rounds I missed.

They can still hear me from here, my ubiquitous text voice cannot be silenced.

Yeah, and?

I totally do.

You're gonna die anyways, no need to get worked up.

When I read Beat's post about his girlfriend's hair I could help but think: hair job.

*Walks in*
He did it!
*Walks out*

Well, here's my second bi-weekly update, and I bring you an actual chapter, believe me I'm just as shocked as you. You know, as usual I had no time to edit, just point out my faults and tell me to fix them.

Door 13: The Clash

“Let’s go then.†The two shouted synchronously. The battle that ensued was too fast and abrupt to properly see, much less describe. In the eyes of the only one able to see such a clash it may as well have been nothing but foil chaff fluttering in the wind.

Blades flashed and gunshots resounded in the half light, but neither of the two warriors showed any sign of faltering or injury. This all came to a sudden halt with a single move however; Daniels used the pistol in his leading hand as a shield to block an oncoming swing and held the longsword in place just long enough for the move that would change the course of the battle, he flipped up his other gun and made a motion like a punch as he slammed the gun into the flat of the halted blade and fired simultaneously. Strato took several seconds to understand what really happened but it was clear to anyone that his hand was trembling uncontrollably from that strike.

“What the hell did you do to my arm?†He asked gruffly as he punched his own arm to try and stop the shaking only to feel the same tremor spread into his other hand’s fingers.

“If I wanted to name it, I’d call it Concussion Vibrato. In short I hit your stiff arm with vibrations conducted through your sword. The bullet starts the vibrations the punch amplifies them and they go straight into your arm shaking it violently setting your muscles into a temporarily weakened state of shock, it’ll numb your whole forearm if done perfectly. It‘s more intense than having your arm beaten with a crowbar.†Daniels explained calmly as he stood ready to strike at any time.

“You really did do nothing but develop a style to beat me in all these years. I should congratulate you, but my sword isn’t so flimsy as to fall to that kind of trick.†Strato grimaced, angered at his mistake, but he let it pass and without a second thought drove his swords into the sandy ground, and with what was left of his dexterity and his teeth he lashed the tassels of the blades onto his hands and wrists. He lifted the free swinging blades and smiled to himself and then looked over to Daniels who‘d waited patiently for him.

“No more breaks, I’ll fall asleep if you let me rest like this.†Daniels taunted before unlocking and flipping his survival knife up into his mouth where he held it ready to grasp at a moments notice. Then the two combatants faced each other down, neither giving a sign of attacking lest it trigger an unfavorable clash. The interminable glares cast across the field of battle lay unrelentingly focused on their targets, watching and feeling for the next move, then next thought, anything that would give them victory. Suddenly the tension that had been so great broke into a mad rush of gunfire and slashes.

Daniels had been first to move, last to the punch; like a pair of hissing vipers Strato’s blades tore through the air screaming towards their target. In a succession of thunderous clashed the two met in fierce melee, gun and bullet frustrated by gracefully wheeling swords. Daniels cracked first, cursing under his breath as he struggled to preempt and react to the wide swift arcs of the blades. He took a cut to the cheek, another to the leg and one even across his chest. He was beginning to see it though, the true meaning of the blade’s path. That’s when they broke apart and stayed apart, still glaring intensely and breathing harshly.

“You get it now, don’t you?†Strato balked, realizing what the look in his adversaries eyes meant.

“Hm.†He nodded.

“Do you really?†Strato inquired almost sardonically.

“Hm.†He nodded again.

“Show me.†With that they would have resumed their battle of furious speed and wildly flashing arms if it had not been cut short in their first clash. Strato brought his two blades down on his opponent to inscribe a cross on his body, but the brown coated man stood his ground and knocked away the oncoming assault with two simultaneous concussion strikes causing the blades to hover, humming in resonance, without momentum or trajectory to transform intoflowing retaliation. Strato cursed as Daniels rushed in knife at the ready. In the last moment preceding contact the older man dropped his hands down onto large box-like scabbards on either side of his belt forcing myriads of thin swords to draw themselves out crossing in front of him and barring the avenue for the instant of attack. Daniels had failed to take down his target. He spat angrily as he repositioned himself around the obstacle for another series of shots when he saw Strato simply staring at him with empty sheaths at his sides, the swords were no longer in front of him. Daniels eye’s widened and he threw his head upwards to see a rain of blades bearing down on him. Though he deftly evaded the hazards, he ended up off balance with two swinging blades bearing down on him.

The blonde twisted his body just enough to get out of the way allowing his hat to drop to the shifting sands as he staggered towards the ruins darkened outer wall. Strato turned the missed assault into another strike but it failed as well, the knots he’d tied earlier came loose under the strain of his swings and let his swords go flying off into the desert. Without waiting to test his hands he grasped at one of his numerous blades that stood, blade buried in the sand and hurled it at his enemy, feeling the power had return to his arms he let a smirk glance across his face. Daniels somehow found enough time to stoop over and replace his hat in it’s rightful place as he avoided being impaled by the projectile.

Strato continued on with his ranged assault, adroitly maneuvering himself away from retaliatory attacks as he flung forth his blades letting them drive their edges deep into the ancient stone walls as they missed their mark time after time. Daniels ran along the wall in an effort to escape this hail of swords, letting them create a trail behind him as he narrowly escaped death leaving each of them as a reminder. He, however, was caught off guard when the sword master drove a blade into a section of the wall ahead of him nearly tripping him. He, however, wrenched it from the stone with several well placed shots and as it floated before him he kicked it straight back at Strato.

The strike looked like a clean hit as well. It passed the head and threw back the upper body, let loose a thin trail of blood, everything seemed in order until Strato stood tall again holding the blade of the sword clenched in his teeth. He spat it out into his hand where it was accompanied by another two thin blades held between his fingers. He smiled subtly and rushed forwards clashing with bullets until the range became too close to properly aim, with the claw like grip style harassing and frustrating all Daniels’s attempts at retaliation. Daniels fought mainly with his guns as blunt hammers only firing when he had to, partly because of the range and partly because the thought nagging at the back of his mind was growing more and more, eating away at his concentration. He was running out of shots.

Strato picked up on the shift in behavior quickly and pressed the attack onwards. The frantic battle that ensued could hardly be tracked by Callum’s eyes, it was a totally foreign sight to him, the combinations of smooth and sharp movement, that was at the same time all so controlled and deliberate. He’d only ever seen desperate conflict in battles, the precise intent and motion of the two combatants couldn’t be totally understood through the lens of his experience, all he could manage as staring in awe and wonderment.

Strato howled triumphantly as he slashed at his opponent, throwing the brown coated man into the stone wall. The man retaliated by dragging a blade out from it’s lodging and hurling it towards his enemy who deftly blocked it and took another swing with his claws of swords. Daniels retreated back through the forest of blades in the wall and watched Strato’s movements in deep analytical thought, rather than fighting back. The swordsman smiled and knocked all of the remaining blades into the air and with focus assaults forced Daniels of the wall. With a quick flick of his wrist he’d sent the blades in his hands to join their matches as he drew a new sword off of his back. It was a long and sharply angled one edged sword with a lightning bolt themed mural on it‘s side.

Daniels eyes widened upon seeing a familiar sword and hurriedly back away and fired several shots only to see them knocked down by arcs of electricity upon nearing the blade. Strato continued smiling as the blades fell back to earth surrounding his opponent. He raised his lighting blade into the air and gripped it tightly as his began to emit an electrical glow and small sparks in the night’s moonlit arena. Daniels rushed away from the blades that surrounded him but it was too late to escape, Strato swung his blade down onto the closest blade and the lighting quickly discharged into the numerous other blades forming a net of lighting discharges that Daniels only just barely managed to evade direct contact with, but his troubles were not over. When he landed outside of the net he felt his body go numb and heavy.

“Checkmate.†Strato said smugly, the lighting had discharged into the sand as well and the field though not strong enough to kill was a powerful immobilizing force. Daniels could do nothing but wait and curse his misfortunate mistake. Strato watched the stiffly still figure of his opponent wobbling slightly in the shifting sands and almost falling forwards in amusement before drawing a second sword off his back. It was long like it’s cousin blade but also resembled a large curved butcher’s knife with waves etched into it’s surface. Before swinging it down he only said one thing: “Die.†With blade released a blue tinted arc of light with the force of his swing concentrated within it. Daniels tried to grit his teeth and close his eyes but it wouldn’t come, he simply feel himself stand like falling statue overbalanced in the sand waiting to be destroyed.

Strato stood before his fallen adversary with a bemused look on his face. Daniels had fallen before the wave of light reached him and what’s more when he fell the wave of light and force was cleft in twain before it could reach him somehow. Strato could do nothing but stand there replaying the scene in his head. Daniels was just as amazed that he wasn’t cut in half but he was more than somewhat more grateful for it, and unlike his opponent he understood it. Strato grimaced as Daniels dragged himself slowly and shakily to his feet as he felt the electrical paralysis weakening.

“Looks like I didn’t die, sorry to disappoint.†Daniels mocked pushing his hat back in place.

“This is going to bother me forever if I don’t know, so tell me.†Strato inquired almost facetiously.

“It was your own attack. The lightning that put me all rigor mortis made my jaw strong enough to cut the wave with my knife as I fell. It‘s like a shockwave, your attack that is, so interference that strong caused it to rip itself apart before it could cut off the ride side of my body.†Daniels shrugged to test his body as it began to loosen up even more.

“That tiny blade?†Strato spoke incredulously as he eyed the survival knife in the moon’s light.

“Has the power to augment it’s sharpness and even range even based on my fighting will.†Daniels said with intentional slowness to buy himself more time to recover.

“Alright then, you’re still at a disadvantage though. Using your fighting will has the downside that I’m sure you noticed already.†Strato regarded the knife’s blade with disdain but no longer mistook it for no threat.

“Yeah, it has no limit, but the bullets also use a certain amount of anima as well and that is limited.†Daniels shrugged again in concession.

“So how many shots do you have before you’re ready to give up?†Strato continued, aware that his opponent was able to move close to properly again.

“I estimate around a hundred. That said, mind if I end this a bit quickly?†Daniels said gripping his guns and smiling at his own strength’s return.

“I wanted to do the same thing.†Strato pouted in jest before raising his blades at the ready again.

“Alright.†Daniels quickly rushed forwards going in for an uppercut between the huge blades and firing several times as his punch flew upwards. Strato dodged it and cut back with his lightning edged sword letting sparks fly off dangerously as it charged up. Daniels retreated briefly before firing three shots at Strato. The older man winced in agitation as his lighting discharged prematurely into the first bullet rendering it immobile, and cursed as the two others flew past him into the path of the falling bullets from earlier setting off another fragmentation bomb effect. He managed to only just evade major damage but still took a lot of minor shrapnel wounds to his left shoulder. Daniel grinned and ran back in leaping and bounding over the incoming wave blasts from the great knife like sword and forcing the lightning blade to discharge the electricity before it could gain enough electrical energy to lethally arc at him. So Daniels and Strato clashed, knife and guns clattering and clanging against the disproportionately large swords.

Soon they broke apart, unable to determine a victor in simple clashes. Daniels sighed and drew back his hand as if to punch and Strato raised his blades in an offensive posture Daniels let a smile slide across his face before he threw his arm forwards in the form of a knockout punch at his enemy letting a gunshot sound echo throughout the ruins. Suddenly, Strato felt his grip on his blade loosen as he felt a tremendous force on his sword, it was as if he‘d clashed with a strong opponent at the tip of his blade. When he looked at his armament three disfigured bullets lay on top of the other at the very tip of his sword, and by the time he brought himself back out of his shock Daniels had closed in.

Making the same motion as he had earlier in the duel he punched at both swords firing simultaneously, and in doing so, knocking the blades away from their master. Strato, ignored the setback and grasped his enemy by both hands and slammed his own forehead onto the other man’s. Daniels staggered back pressing a hand to his head to steady himself and watching Strato completely unfazed as he drew forth his largest sword. It was about eighteen inches in width one in depth and as long as it’s wielder was tall, almost. It had a straight double edge that fanned out at the end and came back together in a curved cleaving edge. It also had an orange tinge and strange symbols carved deep into it’s flat. The brown coated man and the red garbed man didn’t wait to analyze their opponents this time, both simply rushed forwards into danger they knew all too well by this point. Strato’s blade quickly became engulfed in flames as he brought it forwards time after time, hurling it’s gargantuan form against metal and sand, melting all in touched indiscriminately.

Daniels backed off, not daring to move within reach but not willing to accept the defeat he‘d struggled against for ten years. Suddenly he holstered both guns and held his knife before him defensively. Strato didn’t change his expression but advanced slightly. Daniels looked at the man, tired and beaten, if it was sheer skill he’d only lose at this point, however he knew he had to win somehow. So he rushed forwards with every ounce of strength he could muster and clashed against the burning sword ignoring the pain of the burns and striking out again and again. Strato merely parried his foes assaults and remained immovable. Finally, Daniels staggered back hands twitching in pain and consciousness wavering. That is when Strato walked forwards and lashed out cutting deep into Daniels’s shoulder and forcing him to his back.

“How does it feel to get your wound cauterized as it’s made?†Daniels only spat at him struggling against himself to keep screams and sobs at bay. Strato raised his sword above his head ready to deliver the final blow, Daniels grit his teeth and made himself still as if waiting to receive the blow. Callum stepped forwards, but immediately reminded himself that it wasn’t his fight and he was only here to determine who was the real winner. So he too waited. Strato mumbled something to himself and gripped his sword tightly with both hands, and readied himself for victory. Daniels looked into the brilliant plume of flames and smiled, he produced a flask of some unknown liquid from his coat and faster than his opponent without the encumbering blade made a wide swing with his arm splattering the liquid in a wide arc over his opponent and watched it catch fire along with what of it had missed it’s mark. Strato dropped his sword in favor of putting out the fire on his torso. In the end it burned itself out leaving a scorched line across his chest.

“Looks like I’ll get to give you another parting gift this time.†Daniels chuckled replacing his knife with his guns and standing with a renewed confidence, with only two swords left to contend with he had a chance, slim as it was.

“Yes, this scene takes you back doesn’t it?†He took another sword off his back, this one had a long handle and it’s blade was broad and split into two prongs that came close to meeting near their terminals but left several inches of separation between their inward facing backs. The sword seemed to radiate energy and distort the light around i ever so slightly, but with the pale moonlight it could’ve been an illusion.

“I won’t lose to that this time.†Daniels barked confidently.





Next time you can expect the exciting--er-- somewhat disappointing conclusion. I still haven't decided on exactly how to end it, but the fight is almost over, thank the almighty god of overlong text Shadders. see you all in hell--er-- two weeks.