He moved fast against the wind that scraped the tall buildings of the city.
Never before had he been in such a monstrosity of metal and machinery as
the sky scraper he ran up with the ease of a "Class-A" Strider. His red
bandana tails flew wildly in his assent to the top, fluttering in angles
that would detour any targeting system from doing its job. He kept his
weapon, "Cypher"; a duel handled bladed weapon parallel with his elbow.
His hand went to the pick at his side as he reached the top of the
skyscraper and jumped into the night toward a window five hundred feet
away. As he neared the tower he plunged the pick into the concrete wall and
began to climb to another window, this one near the very top of the one
hundred story building. As he neared the window he felt a flicker in the
shroud of night. Continuing on to the roof he found the flame.
She was garbed similar to him, white robes of the Strider contrasted his
navy blue and red, her hair was tied back by a long coiled cloth, her eyes
red with flame as she stared at the ghost. Behind her slender waist was a
double bladed throwing dagger with glowing red blades. "Kage, you're not
welcome here!" she began in the now common language of the new world.
"Leave now, before I have to kill you." She brought the weapon from her
back, its red blades glistening in the starlight.
The man was silent; slowly bringing Cypher into a balanced attack position.
After what would seem like a long silence he spoke, his voice soft and
calm. "I will accomplish my mission. Ayame, please don't get in the way."
Cypher spun to deflect a blast of energy in the shape of a double bladed
dagger. The dark figure burst into a run, his steps seemed like rain on a
tin roof his balance perfect, his blade precise as he slashed through thin
The woman had jumped a split second before the blade could hit. Now falling
to the roof she sent three spinning copies of her weapon at the young one,
strafing the area around him. She landed in a run, her feet moving as
swiftly as the other's catching the three blades back in her weapon she
dropped into a roll to avoid the next cut from Cypher, then the clash of
her dagger against the blade as the two furiously worked their blades.
Their dance began to spark and flare as if their souls themselves were
dueling as well as their bodies.
He cut left, right then down, blocking the continuous assault of his
beautiful opponent. Then, pulling small clay orb from his obi and slammed
it to the ground releasing a thick opaque smoke, and was gone into the
As the smoke had cleared the woman looked around and faded into the
chambers of her charge, now dead. Upon seeing the dead official she gazed
out to window into the night. She knew who had been there.