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Fantasy Anything Goes

Hunter quickly blocked the slash with his left blade and delivered a knee to Wesley's gut.
 
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Tsatsu absorbed the blow with little more than a small huff as his right hand shot out, siezing Hunter's right hand in an iron grip. Planting his feet, he leaned forward and pushed the man back a few paces before settling his weight. With a tenacious snarl, he rotated to Hunter's right and raked his blade to the right, filling the air with the ringing of steel. The tip of the blade managed to catch the young man's cheek but left little more than a small cut. Seeing the wound, Tsatsu leaped back a few feet and prepared to strike again, gripping his sword tightly in a one-handed style.
 
Hunter stumbled slightly before readjusting his weight and felt a small trickle of blood flow down his cheek, "First blood" he said to Wesley right before he charged swinging his right first then left.
 
Tsatsu parried the attacks and held his ground, his eyes gleaming with vicious intent. Sweeping the sword in an upward motion, he stopped the blade halfway and drove forward, wielding the blade like a lance as he launched his entire body forward with a powerful thrust maneuver.
 
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Quickly rolling to the side Hunter adjusted himself accordingly and slashed with both blades horizontally at with a smile on his face the whole time
 
The blades struck Tsatsu's spine and sent him forward two paces, but he quickly countered. Bending backwards at the waist, he hefted the blade with both hands and drove the blade outward like a scorpion's sting, stopping the blade just before it could inflict it's wound. Tsatsu spun his body around rightwise and swept the blade upwards, only to bring it back down again. As the blades clashed, he pressed forward until his face was merely an inch from Hunter's. "My name beings with a T." He murmured as he shoved his sword forward, pushing Hunter back a few steps. "Good form sir!" He called out with glee. "Good form indeed. Truly, you honor me this day!" He said as he shot forward to strike again.
 
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Hunter parried the strike, laughing like a mad man "I haven't had this much fun in ages, sadly I'm not using any where near these blades full potential" he said as he pushed back with double the force and went for an upward slash with his right, before slashing horizontally with his left.
 
Tsatsu parried the first attack, and barely managed to escape the second. His shirt was cut in a jagged lateral incision, but he paid it little attention. He was naturally stepping backwards and decided to take advantage of the momentum. With a quick spin, he swung the sword like a baseball bat, both hands gripping the handle tightly. Hunter had left himself wide open, and Tsatsu took full advantage as he aimed for the young man's neck. If the horizontal slash didn't take his head clean off, it would certainly lacerate his throat like a scalpel. At the last moment, the ebony wolf planted his feet and stopped the blade, the razor sharp edge barely resting against Hunter's throat. It was a risky maneuver, because it left his ribs wide open, as well as the femoral arteries of his legs. "Do you yield, sir?" Tsatsu inquired with the utmost respect in his words. If Hunter chose to continue it would surely end in a double-kill, with Hunter slicing his arteries or aiming for his chest, and Tsatsu cleaving his jugular.
 
Hunter saw the opening almost instantly but the blade at his neck made him hesitate 'I need a scythe or something' he thought to himself and as if his white blade heard his thoughts it glowed brightly before dying down to reveal a scythe in his hands now "That's new" he said before his other blade disappeared and he swung the longer weapon upwards diagonally.
 
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Tsatsu merely widened his stance and shifted the sword's position, catching the scythe while keeping the edge to Hunter's throat. The scythe's blade and handle had his blade trapped, but he still held the advantage. "Another pound of pressure, and I would've nicked your throat, good sir. Caution." Tsatsu chided as he swept the blade of his sword outwards and away from Hunter's throat, catching the scythe with the dull side of his blade and cleanly disarming his opponent. The scythe flew some distance before lading flatly in the soft grass. Using the momentum of his counter, he planted the blade of his sword firmly into the dirt and used it as a pole vault, spinning into the air and planting his heel firmly against the side of the young man's head in a tornado kick that was sure to leave his ears ringing. Landing squarely on his feet, he pulled the blade free of the ground and prepared to strike again.
 
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Victoria quietly goes over and pulls a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt from her dresser. She looks down at Shinu. "Meh. He's still asleep." She gets dressed, trying not to use her injured hand too much. It ached every time and moves it.
 
Hunter's ears were ringing from the kick but he quickly recovered and materialized his black sword and made his scythe disappear and return in his hand once more and got to his feet turning the scythe into a sword with a small row of hooks near the guard.
 
Tsatsu let out a devilish chuckle as he watched Hunter, never once dropping his guard. "Good man! I was hoping you wouldn't give in so easily. Tonight, I will drink to your health." He exclaimed as his eyes danced with passionate fire. At long last, he'd found a worthy opponent.
 
Hunter laughed "And I to yours, friend!" he said as he shifted in his stance slightly for better leverage of his blades
 
Tsatsu sized the young man up and slowly advanced, edging a few paces closer as he held the blade in a firm and ready stance. Was he tired? Or had he simply had enough? "Do you yield, sir?" He asked again as he raised his sword up beside his head, the elaborate handguard parallel with his right eye.
 
Hunter suddenly clashed his white blade against Wesley's near the guard of his own hooking the hooks on his and dropped down twisting the blades disarming Wesley, kicking the blade several feet away, and sweeping his feet out from under him.
 
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Tsatsu fell to the ground as his sword was swept away. But this only served to his advantage. Rolling towards Hunter, the wolf sprang up in a diagonal handstand and kicked out with both feet, one striking the abdomen and the other aimed squarely at the groin. Lifting the boy as high as he could manage, Tsatsu swept his right foot away from Hunter's stomach and planted his heel on the young man's hip. Slamming downward with all his might, he dropped Hunter to the ground hard enough to hear the bones crack, with one foot firmly on Hunter's hip and the other being used to lift his leg as far as he could. This added torque and pressure to what was already a nasty injury. In a counter/defensive maneuver, Tsatsu swept his right foot up and kicked Hunter in the throat and viciously as his positioning would allow. Rolling away and getting to his feet, Tsatsu licked his fangs and took a strong stance. It was finally time to fight dirty.
 
Hunter grunted in pain as he felt bones break the white blade's energy instinctively started to heal him, and he got up using his black blade a crutch "little dirty move there, but if you do that ill stop holding the swords' energy back as much." as he said this the sky darkened and thunder rolled lightning strikes and rain started to pour on them with a fury.
 
Tsatsu flashed a smile that dripped with murderous intent as he flexed his clawed hands. "Good. Feed me." He said as he shot forward and grabbed Hunter's wrists, leaning in close as he held the young man's wrists firmly in place. "Give me more, good sir. My name ends with U." He said as the rain poured down around them. He could feel the energy of the blades coursing back and forth between flesh and steel like an unseen pulse. Tightening his grip on Hunter's wrists, he began to pull the energy into his palms, smiling at the rush he felt with every precious drop of aura that he drained. But he had to be careful. Too much would surely kill his opponent, and he'd given his word on that matter. And so he did something much worse. He began to feed his own darkness into Hunter, laughing sadistically as his aura began to pervade the young warrior like a virus.
 
Hunter felt something enter him but as soon as it did the black sword instantly destroyed it with it's own energy as the white sword retrieved it's energy and injected a venom energy in it's place, a female voice rang inside of Hunter's mind 'No respect to a sword, that no good filthy parasite' it said as male rang after it 'MAKE HIS CORPSE BURN AS HIS SOUL IS TORMENTED IN HELL!' it yelled.
 
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Poison? The silly relics thought poison would be enough to stop him? He smiled as he continued to feed on the energy, drawing in as much as he could. Had Hunter been fighting Shinu, the poisonous energy would've surely killed the poor boy in seconds. But darkness, poison, negativity; anything of the sort only made Tsatsu all the stronger. And there seemed to be plenty to spare. He flashed a twisted smile as he drove his forehead into Hunter's collar bone, snapping it like a twig as he began to laugh. Lifting his gaze to meet Hunter's, his seafoam blue eyes seemed to glint with madness and murder. "Give me more." He growled over the thunder and lightning. "Give. Me. MORE!" His roar shook the earth and split the sky, echoing across the open field around them.
 
Victoria hears thunder and looks out the window. When had a storm moved in? She sighs and exits her room, leaving Shinu to sleep.
 
Hunter passed out as soon as his collar bone was snapped which let the swords' minds take over they caused Hunter's head to snap forward with the enough force to break the sound barrier, and him to get launched back wards as he laid on the ground he was engulfed in black fir


As the fire retreated a new figure stood in Hunter's place


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Tsatsu closed his eyes for a moment as he collided with the earth. 'So much for not using powers.' He thought to himself as he grabbed hold of the arm that had slammed him down. With slow but steady movement, he pushed the hand back and rose to his feet, and a hellish aura fell over all of Liondil. For a moment, he simply stood there with his eyes closed, letting all of his darkness flow freely as it drained the energy from every living thing around them. At this point, the game had changed, which meant the rules no longer applied. Whatever this armored thing before him might have been, it had trifled with the wrong animal, and soon it would pay very dearly. His eyes burst open, revealing burning flames of purple energy. Tsatsu no longer cared for this trifling creature, and fully intended to destroy all of Liondil as punishment for such a lack of self-control on Hunter's part. With a single phrase, his hand shot forward and slapped against the being's chest, and time itself seemed to stand still for a brief moment. Although this creature had no soul to speak of, Hunter was inside there somewhere, and when the wolf found him he took hold of his very soul and held it in his hand, pinching it between two of his talons. "Yield, and I will tell you my name. Continue, and I will take him back to Hell with me, leaving the two of you without a master. And in order to continue your existence and take a chance at killing me, you would need him, since you have no souls to speak of. Do we understand, or shall I take my newfound toy and return to The Library?" He asked the thing. Somehow, he had the distinct feeling that the creature knew exactly which part of Hell he was referring to, and just exactly how sincere the ebony hellhound's threat should be taken. By all rights, even in the courts of Paradise and all the circles of Hell, Tsatsu had them dead to rights.
 
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