Post by Mijek: The Last Oni on Oct 10, 2010 1:20:31 GMT -5
The sound of a blade cut the still morning air. The only people awake to hear the sound were the night owls so immersed in their tasks that they didn't notice until to late, or the early risers who's last site would be the unsightly plaque built up on there teeth. Then as suddenly as the air itself was sliced, it closed with the chink of a blade returning to it's sheath, and then the lights of several tens of souls simply ended amidst the wreckage of the building that had once stood in the way of the assault. A single man strode over the wrekcage, seemingly unperturbed at the small apartment buildings sudden collapse before jabbing a hand into the stone and mortar at his feet and pulling free another man garbed in black robes. The pitiable creature did not beg for his life, though bystanders who could even see the exchange would probably believe that was the reason for his quivering lips in the face of the enemy.
"You'll never beat them all....I'm nothing but your...lower then me all by yourself."
Finally the figure that had strode up the wreckage to retrieve this man seemed to awaken and rocks and dirt around him fluttered under his energy as he threw back his head and shook off the cowl that had hidden his features.
"I have known for years I could never win, not in your pathetic use of the term. However my victory terms are simply that you do not simply erase our existence. That we will always be remembered as the entity that opposed Soul Society." The movement was faster then the eye could see and it seemed more so that Mijeks fist had always been jabbed through the man he helds chest. He threw the man down atop the pile of rubble before flaring his energy and disappearing. A single shinigami lay slain atop the dead souls of hundreds of the buildings dwellings, the sign of his attacker a crimson blood arrow drawn pointing due west like.
A gruesome calling card of the last Onigami in existence. And a challenge no true society could ignore.
"You'll never beat them all....I'm nothing but your...lower then me all by yourself."
Finally the figure that had strode up the wreckage to retrieve this man seemed to awaken and rocks and dirt around him fluttered under his energy as he threw back his head and shook off the cowl that had hidden his features.
"I have known for years I could never win, not in your pathetic use of the term. However my victory terms are simply that you do not simply erase our existence. That we will always be remembered as the entity that opposed Soul Society." The movement was faster then the eye could see and it seemed more so that Mijeks fist had always been jabbed through the man he helds chest. He threw the man down atop the pile of rubble before flaring his energy and disappearing. A single shinigami lay slain atop the dead souls of hundreds of the buildings dwellings, the sign of his attacker a crimson blood arrow drawn pointing due west like.
A gruesome calling card of the last Onigami in existence. And a challenge no true society could ignore.
