Samurai meets Exile [semi-closed]

[Inception]

[Inception]

"I'll admit, your skills are pretty fuckin' awesome."

Years ago from the present, when Masashi was still wandering the lands as a vagabond that was unrestricted by the crafted laws of society, he met a man that rivaled his own level of skill. It wasn't Wolfgang, for Masashi's personal opinion of both of their skills in comparison wasn't quite as close as this...thing. Even while he knew it wasn't human, he didn't discriminate against the temporary ally. Besides, he wasn't human either.

The walls of the forsaken stronghold was covered in blood, and spasmodic bodies twitched along the ground, barely alive from their defeat. The blade in Masashi's hand dropped to the ground, digits releasing its blood covered edge of no absolute worth, while his eyes trailed along the ground at the damage. Those that were attacked by Neciul inparticular were really torn apart, and their bodies were bubbling in a black pulp of ugly mass, chunks of deceased limbs that once belonged to great warriors.

At that moment he wasn't wearing much, his pants were barely attached to his body, and he didn't have any weapons on his person. Very rugged, widely scarred, and damaged from head to toe. His body turned and his hands rested on his waist while he walked backwards towards the sacred valley where their little princess was held. The walls only narrowed as he peddled backwards, and so he began his conversation with the malevolent being while they were on their way.

The blood dripped into his eye, but he shook his head (and midnight hair) all over the place and then spoke.

"You might be a threat to me later, I might have to kill ya."

[Maleficus]

"And yours, despite my previous assumptions, are naught to be taken lightly."

Utter genocide decorated the corridor about the pair; The walls covered with a mural of sanguine plasma, depicting in smeared detail the events which transpired moments ago; The floor furnished with the bodies of the fallen opposition, either whole or in pieces. Truly a gruesome scene created by the wandering vagabond and drifting abomination. Where the former's appearance was that of one who barely escaped death in the confrontation, the latter stood as if untouched; The wounds he had obtained within battle silently sealing shut as sinew and tissue mended the gory orifices. The fresh organic matter obtained from several of the unfortunate individuals who were pitted against the two would see to that.

Standing just short of Masashi's height, Neicul was as much an imposing figure as he, if not more with his unique visage. Hair like raven feather's cascading down as if a waterfall to obscure much of his face and rest upon his shoulders, chest, and back. Silver irises scanned their immediate vicinity for traces of life that may have escaped the warriors' swift judgment though only remnants and pools met their gaze. Neicul's right appendage, now contorted and fashioned into a lethal blade, would slowly lose shape and form, returning to it's 5 digit norm.

"Kill me? We just cleared a stronghold. If you want to make this one-on-one, just say so." Such arrogant articulation escaped with a playful tone however the proposition stood. Despite how both fighters synced in battle and covered one another, Neicul was ready to strike the other down should he catch wind of a threat. The added refined organic mass wouldn't hurt.

[Inception]

"Are you kidding me? We don't have time for that, reinforcements are going to be here from Rosinder at any moment, we need to move buddy. Maybe later."

While walking backwards, he noticed the faces engraved upon the ancient stone walls on both sides. They were so alive, and though they didn't speak nor move he was sure they were going to come alive at any moment and do something they would regret. Needless to say however, they didn't and so he only continued walking backwards into the temple, twisting around and looking forward at the beautiful scene which reflected within their eyes.

It was so wonderful. Bars of brilliance fell from the heavens and showered over the natural domain composed of gaia's growth. Several monuments upon the walls reflected the very history of the falling civilization, and a waterfall just before them slowly fell into the river that surrounded the almost sealed of island where the crouched figure prayed silently. The sight took his breath away, and then he wasn't able to breath upon seeing that the princess was truly there.

Then came heavenly intervention. They were forewarned by a single ebony feather falling from the sky, before the static noise filled their eardrums and a net of midnight electricity filled the unclouded sky for but a moment. It danced, brothers and sisters clashing with each other until one of the bolts jolted from above and collided with the path that led to the princess.

Though she wasn't startled, she didn't move. What did however, emerged from the broken pathway. Wings blew away the gravel and smoke that covered the body, revealing a regal being covered in garments that were drowned in white. The wings hung idly in their perked nature for a moment, but there were no questions asked. Several lightning bolts soon fell from the sky, but dissolved to reveal those that followed in the stead of their leader. Reinforcements, though not of typical Rosinderian's, they were of the ancient civilizations elite.

Masashi was arrogant, and so he felt sorry for the pathetic beings that dove downward towards them with maces, axes, and a variety of other weapons in hand... as if they would truly be capable of beating him. His right hand reeled backwards, a fishing line that was whipped back before it boomed before his vision. Infact, it broke from his side so fast that the armored body was already dismembered by the sheer force of his titanic might.

"You get the tough guy, I'll handle the squirrels!"

After he insulted the winged beasts, two fists crashed into his chests, and his feet slid against the ground in resilience, grounding his body and not yielding to the impressive might of the winged beasts. His fists clenched once more, and his body's tone of color was engulfed in crimson, transfused with ruby that completely consumed his body. Then came the billowing steam which shot from his body into all directions, showing his true impressive limits of physical combat.

"TIME FOR BED!"

[Maleficus]

Their new surroundings, a beautiful scene on all sides, could have served as the epitome of tranquility and peace. Such irony that this place would soon become a battlefield, littered with blood and corpses. As the two stepped down the pathway toward the centerpiece to this perfect set up, the sky relinquished unto the hearth it's wrath and with it, the avatars that would serve as the edge to it's blade. They came believing they were prepared, outnumbering man and monster, wielding steel and might.

"You dare stand in my way?! Prepare for OBLIVION!"

Without further hesitance, Neicul sprinted forth into battle, leaving Masashi behind to deal with the small fries. Swift reflexes and graceful maneuverability guided the male through the battleground, allowing him to quickly evade incoming attacks with ease. A shadow he was, bounding across the landscape, drawing ever closer to the main figure who stood between him and his prize. A manic expression formed in Neicul's face; wide eyes with a toothy grin spread from ear to ear.

The adrenaline, the killing intent, all propelled him forward. Once within striking distance, the pure creation raised it's guard; Gripping tight the hilt of it's greater longsword in it's right hand and pulling it in one smooth movement from it's scabbard, the figure raised the weapon before it's face before extending it outward, allowing the edge to hover just above the ground.

Neicul wouldn't falter. Instead, he would close the distance between them and place the majority of his weight on the ball of his left foot before pushing off the earth with his toes, launching himself a short distance off the ground. As he ascended upward, his right foot would begin a swift metamorphosis, thinning, sharpening; A blade was the result. Rotating mid flight, and using the added force of the revolution to strengthen the lethality of the blade, he would thrust it upward, intending to rend the flesh from his opposition's chest.

The ringing of steel would resonate across the land as the blow was deflected by the others' weapon. The force of the impact would grip the foundation upon which they stood and threaten to crush it within it's grasp. Drawing close to completing the spin and spotting an opening, Neicul would extend his right hand forward and allow his fingers to launch forward as if bullets. The tentacles lashed about violently as their tips drove downward, unhindered by the weapon which swung in futile effort to intercept them.

A connection made, the tendrils ripped through the figure's torso, right shoulder and thigh, and continued until they pierced the earth, successfully impaling him. Despite the pain and blood now leaking from it's wounds, it wouldn't surrender, it wouldn't quit. Reaching out, it gripped several of the appendages and snatched them back, yanking the aerial Neicul toward it at great speed. Another swipe aimed to decapitate him however with split-second timing and precision, he would evade by the skin of his teeth and wrap limbs around his attacker's neck before landing behind him.

"Yes, now pray for mercy!"

With the upper hand, it was only natural that he taunt and torment the other before taking it's life.

[Inception]

While his metamorphic parasite of a friend was combating the main head of the fortress, he was dancing with the armored angels that swarmed him. They rushed inward towards him, their weapons assaulting him, but they weren't quick enough. Everytime one would come forth for a slash, his arm would disappear, and they'd feel the pain that was a reborn nightmare surging through their bodies. The fist infact collided with them so hard, that they were dying upon the impact of his crude punches.

Once upon a time he had met a captain of a ship, whom had taught him the secret to maximizing his battle efficiency, truly pushing the boundaries of the human body to their apex. It had taken him years to get the hang of its ability, but finally he had mastered its use without such heavy penalties.

A hand once again crashed into the skull of another, and then he felt a sharp blade slip across his back and drown a massive amount of blood. Steam shot from his body, and his body spun while his fist shot out like a pistol towards the chest of the attacker. Struck dead in the chest, the being materialized from the sheer ferocity of the punch, breaking down into illuminating dust.

Then a huge one came. Seemed to be the coordinator, but Masashi couldn't quite gather why the fuck he was a giant among men. Ten feet tall, his body rushed Masashi at speeds that rivaled his own, and his head fell into the chest of Masashi, burrowing deep into his cavity. Rather than screaming, he allowed his body to be blown backwards while blood spurted from between his lips.

Then both arms were pulled behind his back, palms open and muscles knotting and twisting. The behemoth charged, and Masashi's lips curled into a bloody grin. The blood soaked body of Masashi was an etched blur, and both palms were at that moment... breaking the wall that was the behemoth's chest. The collision was so incredible, that the entire ground beneath them collapsed, and the behemoth literally rocketed into the sky beyond the horizon's view.

Masashi's body fell to one knee while several charged, but the left hand cocked back and struck them all in one instant. Simultaneously they fell in an orderly fashion, and then Masashi offered a smile into the direction of the menace that was his partner. However, he realized there were a few more. Ten that were descending from the heavens, which was enough motivation to push him to his feet in preparation for more fighting.

"Finish that faggot."

[Maleficus]

Only silence escaped Neicul's berserk expression as he stared on at his prey, watching as the hulking figure squirmed in agony. Shades of crimson tainted the white garments which the divine being adorned caused by the many wounds which now riddled it's body. Despite this, the entity powered through, entering a frenzied state signaled by the mighty roar which escaped the depths of it's viscera. The sheer force of it shook the area as if Gaia herself trembled in fear at it's immense power.

Neicul exposed no fear in his countenance, no signs of faltering or regret. Only pure excitement was silently proclaimed in that nefarious sneer. Focused intently on the struggling attacker, he watched as it steeled it's resolve, as it steadied it's stance, and took hold of the appendages which now held it pinned to the ground. With a grand might, it snatched them upward and forward, sending Neicul sailing through the air.

Angling himself as he flew, he aimed to intercept one of the smaller flying creatures which remained focused on Masashi and his bout. Oblivious to the incoming assailant, it was blindsided; Neicul grasped the individual's throat and dragged him out of the air with him. Both predator and prey descended with haste toward the hearth with nothing but it to break their fall. Thinking quickly, and deviously, the corrupted freak placed his captive beneath him and settled the balls of his feet on two locations atop it's spine. Helpless, it flailed, seeking assistance from one of it's allies but to no avail.

A sickening crunch echoed across the innards of the chasm as Neicul's feet sunk into the torso of his victim, it coughing up a massive amount of blood and chunks of what could only deduced as organ bits. The juggernaut stood unswayed by the grim fate of it's comrade and only tried at a second attempt of gaining the upper hand over it's foe by yanking him toward it with it's impressive strength. Neicul merely took hold of the dying creature's leg, and with his steady footing atop it's back, he rode it like a surf board through the asphalt. The sturdy earth shaved and tore flesh as the figure was sent across it, bones snapping and crunching with each passing moment.

"Haha! This is too fun!"

[Inception]

There was a waltz occurring.

Quickly he danced with four angels that all held more to be desired from Masashi, they could hardly keep up with the art of haste that he implemented. Every attack was quicker than the last, and his momentum and acceleration of every body part only intensified with the growing microseconds given. Finally they had been pressed to their limits, and they were crushed underneath foot and fist that broke body parts and scattered them across the vale of a once artistically beautiful area, something that he observed in ceremonies.

Rather impressed by Neicul's finishing blow, it was sickening to say the least. After seeing that, he couldn't help but crush the angel's face within his grip, the final remaining guardian of the princess whom had never moved from the altar where she stood. Just as the last man died, her body stood, and revealed her fragile yet curvaceous body which brought excitement roaring into his chest, and dancing around inside of him.

"She's beautiful."

Then she spat and the result splattered into his face. She had done it so fast, that he hadn't caught her face before the spit was in his right eye. Masashi fell to a knee and began to cuss outloud, all while her beautiful golden river that she called hair blew in winds that were composed of her fury and divine protection. Eyes reminiscent to her own beloved beauty were illuminated in wrath, and after Masashi's eye cleared, his pissed off face faded into apathy upon setting sights on what was forming.

Crimson sheared across her skin and exerted a field that resembled a large guardian of armor that consumed her and provided a rather detailed depiction of some mythological being of old. It was twenty times her size, a giant not unlike the one he had previously faced in size. The clouds above swirled and lightning roared above as the being's right hand rose and a blade of nature's ether swirled into his fingertips. Masashi's face remained apathetic throughout the entire ordeal, and even remained so as he engaged in battle.

"This is dangerous..."

He thought such just as he was crushed underneath the weight of the massive blade's edge. Luckily his innate resilience that had multiplied since they had entered the fortress was enough to stop any cleaving, the blade's power and weight forced him into the earth, a rag doll with no choice but to be buried. As if inscribing an epitaph, the blade's glowed and then a geyser exploded from the fault that had formed from his very 'destruction'.

The overflowing energy of nature's rather violent power was incredible.

Masashi had underestimated this woman, and now he was buried underneath the earth as a result. The titan rose and its piercing golden orbs stared at Neicul. He was next, soon the beast prepared to bury him too. However he was indeed stronger than Masashi back then, the arrogant vagabond who saw no room for himself to improve. Perhaps it was his destiny to overcome the begin?