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Exodia-Girl
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Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade nor it’s characters, but I do own the plot idea of this Fic, and the world of Chrysalis.
Author Notes: Well as I have promised earlier, this is the first OVA-Styled side-story for WFE. Called ‘Wishing For Eternity The Movie: Dragon Saga’, or just by the code name, I love code names, WTMDS it is not exactly canon to WFE in general, some things as they happen here may or may not happen in WFE. To those who just cruised in here, you should probably have read the books out so far, but this can be a bit of an introduction. I will have a number of ‘acts’ which are longer than my usual chapters. And I will try to pump them out as fast as I can without diminishing quality.
Without further adieu… on to act one!
--- 2500 BTS (Before The Scouring)---
Thunder boomed loudly as lightning flashed across heavily clouded skies over flat expansive plains sprawled out as far as the eye could see. The explosive light lit them up as if by the glow of the sun, despite it being the dead of night. Rain poured forth in torrential sheets, soaking the ground, making it unstable, soggy, and as treacherous to stand upon as quick sand.
Only the explosion of thunder overhead could momentarily drown out the sound of combat. Swords, spears, axes, clashing against metal. The roar of armored wyvern, and searing blasts of their flaming breath. A shower of arrows would rise into the air at even intervals, and war cries seemed to try and match the roar of thunder. Dwarfing the commotion with both his size and his splendor was a mercury silver oriental dragon, three hundred feet long, with wings that spanned fifty feet. The crest of silver fur on his head billowed and undulated like silver fire as he flew over the plains, his eyes glowing a sunlit gold. The fire he breathed would scorch all it touched, melting metal arms and armor, burning to cinders all those who it touched…
“Lady Esmeralda, it is a boy,” the nurse demoness spoke. The lady smiled weakly, exhausted by a long and difficult labor.
“I… Let his name be Ryukai,” she whispered. The nurse demoness nodded offering the cloth-swaddled babe to his mother. The lady stroked his cheeks, and the faint marks upon his forehead, gazing at him lovingly. “May Akasha bless you darling,” she whispered. The babe blinked at her with his large emerald eyes, cooing.
“Lady Esmeralda, you need to rest,” the nurse demoness whispered. The lady looked at her nodding. She was exhausted, and faint, her long jade hair was spread about her in a halo, contrasting with the ruby shade of the sheets. Her emerald eyes closed with exhaustion. The nurse demoness took the child and exited the room to carry the babe to his newly furnished nursery, where his nurses could attend him. When she returned to the bedroom of the lady Esmeralda, she found the lady with her hand clasping her heart, blood dripping from the corner of her lip. One touch of her lady’s hand told the nurse that her Lady Esmeralda was gone…
“Celestial… Grand Summon!” a woman’s call echoed as from below, a radiant golden firebird flew up, the two charged at the dragon, hitting him at the same time, going through his scales. Causing the majestic giant to utter another painful shriek of pain. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed, blood exploded from the wound, spraying like crimson water, painting the dragon’s silver scales a ruby shade. The dragon reared, opening his jaws, a giant fireball rising from deep within his belly. The molten hot spray of flames caught by surprise the Avians, engulfing them entirely as the rider vainly tried to shield his love with the power of the necklace he wore. His effort however was fruitless, heir blood joined the rain puddles and the mud. The silver dragon fell, like a giant falling tree. The impact boomed as loud as thunder, sending mud, earth, water, and rocks flying. His working wingspread out, his tail limp, only his claws kept twitching with the last throws of his life.
Avians instantly swooped down to the remains of their king and queen, hate burning in their eyes as they gazed upon the giant. The bodies were collected and whisked away, the battle overhead however continued to rage.
“Lord Ryomaru!” one of the Generals called, landing by lord. A golden eye focused on the silver-haired youth standing by him, more generals gathered around him. The giant dragon stared at him, unblinking, blood already pooling from under his body, seeping into the ground, mixing with the rainwater to form an acrid and poisonous miasma..
“It is all for naught,” he rumbled, a deep, crackling rumble of a dying man. “This wound… I already feel my life ebbing away.” His gaze shifted from the group of generals unto the silver-haired youth who first landed by his side, “Take care of my child, for he will rule one day. Ryushin… I entrust his well-being in you personally.”
“As you wish Lord Ryomaru,” a mercury-silver haired, blue-eyed dragon demon bowed, the wind playing with his high topknot ponytail, and the tails of his clothing. The other generals stared at the youngest general among them.
The gold-eyed giant lying prone before them looked up at the thunderclouds, the lightning forked across the sky, golden and blue. Thunder boomed for the last time his ears would hear, a final loud, booming explosion, high up in the sky. A sound that could be heard for miles across the plains of Aniel. The gold dragon’s eyes slid shut and his head dropped limp. A sorrowful wail rose into the air from the dragon demon’s army, which by now gathered around their fallen king’s body, but the sound was drowned by the drone of horns, blaring for a retreat.
The opposing army, or what was left of the triumvirate of demons, Avians, and Elves, called for a retreat. The deed was done… the flow of destiny has been altered with the death of the demon dragon king. A new age has dawned…
--- At the present … ---
Lost the sound of conversation, the rickety clicking of wagon wheels, the hooves of horses, and the calls of vendors selling their wares. Two draft canopied wagons, one pulled by two elvenbreds, one pulled by two demonbreds was a sight that did not seem to surprise or warrant a second look for the people of this city. The town was pretty much like all other towns of Grand Noir, teeming with life of many races. Humans, Elves, demons, dwarves, many more of them than seen on Grand Rouge, and of course Avians. The buildings were a typical construction of wood, brick, and a stucco mix of lime, to give both the inside and outside a white sheen. Towering over three floor rooftops of residences, shops, inns, pubs, and other building were twin spires of a grand shrine, and in the center of town, towering high above the rest, dwarfing the smaller buildings was a coliseum. The crowds on the streets seemed to drift towards the coliseum, the congestion got so heavy that the two wagons were forced to stop.
“This city seems unusually busy today,” Farrell muttered, uncharacteristically the tiger demon was sitting next to Rei on the driver seat of one of the wagons, whereas he usually trotted alongside the wagons in his true form.
“Isn’t it always this busy?” Rei wondered.
“Busy, yes. This busy? No. Something is going on.”
“Whatever it is, it’s not our business. Lets just get to a resting place, I’m all for a night in a comfortable bed,” Hikaru piped up.
There were no voiced opposition to the idea and the group spent forty minutes looking for rooms in town, only to find them on the farthest corner of town. In an inn frequented by demons, the décor certainly was not made for human tastes.
“What? Humans stinking up the place?” one of the demons in the inn mumbled as the women took the keys to their rooms.
“Silence!” Farrell barked at the offending demon, “You will show the ladies some respect!” The demon cowered as he saw sparks of lighting glimmer about Farrell’s aura; everyone in the hall saw them.
“Thanks Fluffy,” Charly muttered, patting his forearm. “Here, give these to the guys… we’re going to our room.” The tiger demon nodded, accepting the keys from the woman, watching the seven of them turn upstairs. All eyes in the room seemed focused on them.
“Well… well… well… If it isn’t the little crybaby,” a sneering voice said. Bryan turned, his eyes instantly growing cold; standing next to the adjacent column was a familiar demon, grinning from ear to ear.
“Tahmores,” Bryan bit the name out like poison. Causing the dog demon to grin even more cruelly. The grin grew even broader when he noticed the Ravenwing shift into a defensive stance.
“Calm down crybaby, I’m not here to harm you, or your lady friends. Well… not today.” The dog demon spoke up.
“Why are you here?” Bryan asked.
“I decided to compete in the Demon Battle Royale.”
“I see they aren’t selective if they let you join,” Bryan responded, sarcasm dripping from his tone, he was still on guard speaking to the dog demon, who was in an unusually placid mood.
“Of course they aren’t. Why be selective when only hardened fighters would even think of joining? The only stipulation of this tournament is… well the later rounds can quickly become death-matches, one has to be ready to die.” The dog seemed proud of that, and for a reason Bryan realized. The bastard could kill, and look good doing it. The thought of cheering crowds hooting in delight as the bastard claimed another life made Bryan sick. Tahmores turned and proceeded into the coliseum, and after a minute or two, Bryan followed.
“Where have you been?” Tyson wondered.
“Coliseum,” Bryan replied calmly. “There is a tournament going on, the prize is sizable,” he elaborated after a moment.
“So you registered?” Max asked, the Ravenwing only nodded.
“That wasn’t a good idea,” Rei voiced, instantly concerned.
“I expect an act of such irresponsibility from the women, but not from you. We don’t have the time to stay in town for the duration of this… fiasco,” Johnny huffed, his arms folded over his chest.
“Are my ears deceiving me, or is there talk of a tournament here?” Charly butted in. “What’s this buzz?” she asked.
“Nothing!” Rei waved his hands to ward her off. Charly put her hands on her hips and gave Rei a cool glare, though he didn’t seem to effected by her attempt at intimidation. The other girls, alerted by the tall brunette seemed to mimic her in their silent demand to know. Rei sighed; Bryan rolled his eyes and retold his story, omitting his true reason for joining the tournament in the first place. By the time he was finally done telling it, Kai and Tala joined them, and he told it a total of three times. Once more for the other Avian’s benefit.
“Don’t worry your pretty feathers on my account. I have Gallaxia’s power, and I have you to cover my hide, I’ll be fine,” Charly replied. “I feel I can do this. No… I know I can do this.”
Kai stopped and pulled the girl closer by the elbow, “I don’t want you fighting those demons, you don’t know what they are capable of,” He continued.
“I said I can manage it, geez…” Charly sighed with frustration; Kai reacted by putting his hand on her cheek, forcing her to look at him.
“I worry for you,” he professed.
“I know… I appreciate it. But-“
Kai silenced her by placing one finger on her lips, “Alright… you can battle, but on one condition, no heroics, if you don’t feel confident- no… if I flag your next opponent as too dangerous, you forfeit. Alright?”
“But-“ she began.
“No buts Charly, I’m serious.”
“Alright Kai, if it will make you feel better.” Kai nodded in appreciation and pulled the girl closer to him.
“It’s not that I don’t believe in you, it’s just… I don’t want to see you hurt,” he added in a faint murmur.
“I know, and I appreciate it,” she replied, pulling back from him, resuming the walk to the inn.
“Well if this is all the competition we have, they might as well sign off the prize to us now,” Tala commented. All he could see were demons of lower class; child's play for someone who fought and survived repeated attacks by the highest class of demon, King Demons.
A woman stepped unto the center rink at the center of the arena floor, clearly a demoness, evident by her inhuman ears and tail, which looked like they belonged to an arctic fox. She was clad in a short yukata of silver and gold.
“Ladies and gentlemen and children of all races, welcome to the three hundredth quad-annual ‘Demon Battle Royale’!” she called, having no microphone, yet her voice still carried high into the stands. The crowd seemed to explode into hoots, cheers, whistling, and foot stomping. “We will begin the first round in a few moments, but now for a review of the rules. Each round will be a one on one elimination match. A win will go to the one who can injure their opponent into an inability to fight, or to the fighter who can pin down their opponent for ten counts. A player that steps out of bounds also receives ten counts, if they are not in the rink by the time I say ‘ten’, they forfeit the match. A player may also forfeit their match by uttering ‘I surrender’ at any one time.” The crowd seemed to boo at the last option, but the hiss and uproar lasted for only a few moments. Because no one really expected someone to utter those words, and display cowardice.
The heavy wrought iron gates on either side of the arena began to slide up with a resounding ratcheting cling-clang of gears and chains, the passages beyond them were infinitely dark, leading into the bowels of the arena.
“Now without further adieu, allow me to introduce the first fighters.” The fox demoness pulled out a cue card and after a moment of scanning it over, continued. “Standing to my right… oh my! A king demon! Member of the dog tribe, Tahmores!” the crowd once again exploded into cheers as the ferocious dog stepped out from the passage. “And at my left… a mercenary Ravenwing, and might I add that lance of his looks scary. Bryan!” the announcer continued. The crowd cheered, but not as loudly. The two combatants stepped unto the arena and Tahmores smirked.
“You can tell who they want to win,” he said.
“I don’t care mutt, I’m going to win,” Bryan replied.
“In your dreams crybaby.”
“Are you two ready to begin?” The announcer demoness asked. “Begin!” she called upon hearing no objections. Tahmores charged, axe raised, Bryan responded by no on instinct to king demon attack, avoiding his lunge, swinging his Farina around to slice at him, the wind around the weapon shifted and began to cut, the back of Tahmores’ shirt was shredded up into pieces in a second.
“Oh my!” the announcer gasped, “Ferocious indeed! And if you didn’t notice it in the blur, the Ravenwing’s lance did not make contact with cloth, it would seem the very wind around it cuts!”
Tahmores whirled around, eyes flashing crimson, he lunged even faster, too fast for Bryan to avoid, the metal of his axe met the Farina’s wooden shaft, forcing Bryan to dig his heels into the ground not to be bowled over by the impact. “Still the same reckless style Tahmores, you’re lucky no one seriously wished to kill you in a long while, because with your sloppy skill, you’d be dead,” Bryan jeered.
“And you will be dead once I’m done with you!” Tahmores replied, moving to swing again, at the instant his axe wasn’t pressing the Farina down, Bryan took to flight and practically frog-leaped Tahmores, landing a sharp kick to his shoulder blade as he was landing, sending the dog reeling. He turned around, only to see Bryan smirk, he held his lance out at his side, the wind seemed to shift and wind around the shaft, pulling at air surrounding the arena like strings.
“This round is mine,” Bryan said, raising the lance slowly, beginning to rotate it rapidly over his head, picking up speed. “Falborg!” he called, the wind shrieked like a hawk and suddenly picked up, the air around the Farina began to whistle and wail like a banshee as a twister formed, stretching down and up. The shifting and undulating air currents caused the air over the arena to move like a mini hurricane, who’s eye was on the twisting Farina, those closest to rink had to try and move away to avoid being lacerated as if by paper on the outer fringes of the sudden storm.
With one deft movement he stopped the Farina’s rotation and swung it down in an arch, sending the tornado hurtling at Tahmores. The dog couldn’t block it or slice through, the vortex hit him on hard, sending the dog flying out of the arena, where it followed and continuing to cut and rip at his clothing and flesh, drawing blood.
“Out of bounds!” The shrieking twisted drowned out the announcer’s call, but the act of raising and dropping her hand on each count was obvious enough. Bryan knew better than to lower his guard around Tahmores. The dog however, seemed to be struggling with the vortex he was trapped in, and the turbulent air around it. And the announcer reached the count of six before it weakened. Leaving Tahmores kneeling out of bounds, gripping at the nasty cut on his abdomen, he growled, eyes flashing crimson before lunging again, leaping back into the arena, he moved with such speed that Bryan didn’t have time to respond, or even formulate a response, instincts or not.
The dog’s claws flashed, one digging grabbing the Farina, and one set of razor sharp claws flashing dangerously close to his windpipe. The weapon protested to being touched by demon hands, and winds once again kicked up, causing Tahmores to let go, Bryan hooked the lance’s shaft under one of the dog’s knees and drove him to the floor using one powerful flap of his wings. The farina flicked and was instantly at Tahmores’ neck.
“Give up dog,” Bryan commanded.
“Wow! What skill!” the announcer called, “Besting a king demon!” The crowd cheered the display of skill and something inside Tahmores snapped, he did not wish to be the butt of the joke. As if a rushing tide, he felt anger explode deep inside. He twisted out of the way of the Farina’s blade but remained on all fours, with a flash transforming into a huge dog, growling loudly, menacingly to announce his intentions. His ears pinned back and his jowls rose, baring razor sharp pearly fangs, without a second more of delay he pounced on Bryan, pinning him to the arena, causing him to call in pain as his shoulder was slammed into the stone arena, he felt something inside pop. The dog’s was pinning him to the ground with one massive paw. “Pin! What a turn!” the announcer began to count again.
“I should kill you,” Tahmores sneered, looking down at Bryan, fangs flashing, his jowls raised, drool collecting and nearly dripping down, his eyes glowing a solid bloody crimson. “But where else would I find another little crybaby so gluttonous for punishment that he keeps coming back for it, I haven’t had this much fun in three millennia.”
“Ten! Winner… Tahmores!” the announcer called. The crowd cheered and the dog took his weight off Bryan, moving away, returning to his human form. Bryan got up, wincing when he felt sharp pain in his shoulder, his whole right arm felt numb, his ring wing was also limp and obviously injured. The two exchanged hateful glares across the arena before they turned and proceeded to the gates.
“Come to think of it… you’re right,” Mariah agreed.
“Tahmores works on a whim, he’s a slave to his own instincts. He does what he does, because he feels like doing it. His actions are never premeditated or decided beforehand. He’s dangerous because of his unpredictability.” Farrell spoke up.
The announcer calling for the next rounds, none of which were as exciting and as topsy-turvy as the first, cut the rest of the conversation short. Tala’s round against a sword user ended downright laughably fast; Tala simply encased the demon waist down in ice, rendering him unable to move, constituting a pin. And in the end the announcer demoness had to call someone from behind the scenes to thaw the poor demon out, adding an insult to injury. Kai’s match against another sword-user didn’t not last much longer, being bound to the ground, the demon could not do much against the airborne assault of an Avian, he was disarmed and out of bounds before a minute ticked on the match clock. Notably one round featured a giant demon, no smaller than Everett or Taurean, using a huge sword that left a sizable cleft in the arena stone when the demon slammed it down, causing the whole arena to shake, his helpless opponent seeing he had no possible chance at a win, let himself be thrown out of bounds.
“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Tala commented, now in the stands, with the others. “I wasn’t going to mince words with that wimp.” Bryan clapped the assassin on the shoulder with his healthy left arm. His right arm was now in a sling provided by the medical crew behind the scenes, set back into its socket, after Tahmores dislocated it.
“You have no sense of showmanship, you could’ve made it look like he had you for a bit there, and then come around and prove to him that he was at your mercy all along,” Tyson commented.
“And win as cheaply as Tahmores? No thanks,” Tala responded.
“Can you guys not pour salt on wounds?” Takara asked. Both Tala and Tyson shrugged. Bryan however spared Takara a small glance, mentally thanking her. He didn’t want to look like the comment bothered him, but he did. Tala was right, Tahmores won cheaply, he shouldn’t have let his guard down when he pinned the dog. He made an amateur mistake, and anywhere else; it could’ve cost him his life.
“Alright… lets get this second to last match of the first round over with.” The announcer called, “On my left… a semi-finalist second place winner of the last tournament, and a fire demon from Grand Rouge… Uriel!” the man stepped into the light. Johnny in the stands sat up straight like a pole.
“You know him?” Rei wondered.
“Sure do… he’s one of the nobles arrogant son.”
“To my right…” the announcer continued, “A self proclaimed fire sorcery genius… and the only human competing in this year’s tournament…”
“She’s in a world of pain going up against Uriel,” Johnny commented. Kai shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
“Charly!” the announcer finished. The brunette stepped into the light with all the confidence and coolness of a demoness, though her opponent seemed to smirk never the less.
“Charly can control and use fire sent at her, remember?” Max told Johnny.
“Fire demon flames are a little bit different from flames created by someone like say… Anais,” Johnny replied.
“Not good…” Max mumbled.
Both competitors stepped unto the rink and Uriel bowed in a mock show of chivalry. “I’m surprised to see you here lady, may I assume Lord McGregor is in the stands?” he asked. Charly nodded, Uriel smiled a rather handsome smile. “Out of respect for the lord lady, I will not harm you if you choose to surrender this match now.”
“I’m sorry, that’s my line. Considering what I can do, I’d say it is you who should surrender.” Charly replied.
“I like confidence in a woman, as you wish. I will show you the power of a fire demon.”
“Been there, seen that…” Charly waved her hand, not noticing that Uriel took a few steps back to achieve an attack distance.
“Begin!” The announcer called. Uriel did not waste a moment to flare up a large fireball and charge to deliver a flaming punch. He moved slower than Charly knew fire demons could move, she smirked, twirling out of the way, throwing her right arm out, as her fingers touched the fire, it shimmered and she pulled it towards her. Uriel stopped dead behind her, turning around, shocked. Charly was holding the fire, which was previously around his fist like a cloth.
“See?” she said calmly. “Go ahead… throw more.” Uriel moved again, this time reaching for his sword, the relic around Charly arm glowed as the fire in her grip was absorbed inside. Uriel swung, but his swing was slow enough for Charly to dodge. Without waiting she ran off to get some distance, turning around, flames exploded from inside the relic, forming a fireball in her grip.
“Nova… Blast!” she threw the fireball at the demon.
Uriel clearly let that hit him, the impact seemed to do nothing more than burn holes in his clothing. “I’m impressed lady, I did not know you could control fire with such a level of artistry or mastery. One might say you could rival a fire demon.” He teased.
“Newsflash!” Charly called, more fire exploding from her relic, “I once danced toe to toe with a horse king demoness, and I beat her bad… so what chance do you have?” she turned forming an array of fire around her. “None, Star Fire… Rhapsody!” twenty whips of fire exploded from the array, all aimed at Uriel, being overconfident in his own immunity he let the flames hit him, only to discover too late that they were laced with an untrained shrine maiden’s ability to purify. Uriel shrieked in pain as the flames lashed at him. He fell to his knees, clutching at his burned shoulder, burned by purification and not fire.
“You’re… clergy?” he asked.
“No, just a girl on a mission!” she responded coolly.
“Wow! Wow! Wow!” the announcer snapped out of her stupor. “Amazing! Simply amazing!”
Uriel got to his feet and flames exploded out of his body, surrounding his whole body like an aura, “I’m sorry lady,” he said. “You’re wrong. Only one demon can beat me… Lord McGregor, but I see why he respects you.” With one punch at air Uriel sent the flaming aura at her, it seemed to move like a slithering lizard. Charly clasped her hands; the sol stone around her arm began to glow.
The flames hit her head on, much to the gasp of the crowd and the announcer, but they did not vanish, in fact they flared up as they touched her, and began to shimmer. Uriel saw the woman in the flames, her body silhouetted against the crimson flames, the fire began to swirl forming a roaring twister. Wings opened from it as a phoenix rose up from the fire. The announcer demoness’ eyes widened. She leapt off the arena slab and out of the way. The firebird shrieked and took to wing. “Star Phoenix… Summoning!” Uriel was hit head on, the bird seemed to latch its claws into him and throw him out of bounds. Uriel landed against the bleacher wall, cracking it from the impact. The flaming bird dissipated as the demon sunk to the ground in a heap, out cold.
“Winner… Charly! By a knock out!” the announcer called. The crowd in the bleachers exploded into a wave of cheering and foot stomping, impressed and awed by the small woman who sent a fire demon flying.
The giant by his side seemed to shift his weight. “Milord, pardon my boldness in saying that she could not possibly be wielding the Sol Stone, she is merely a human.”
“Oh but she is,” the silver haired demon replied. “Not only that, but it would explain the energy I felt earlier when the blue haired Phoenixwing fought… the Mesamune and the Sol Stone are awake again.”
“To my left… a demon who’s name would not mean much… but who’s father’s name will likely strike fear into everyone here, including me, and I know it because it’s here on my cue card… show him you’re appreciation and your love… Ryukai! The mortal son of the one and only… Ryomaru!” gasps and even a shriek or two went through the crowd as the demon emerged from the passage. The group stared and stared hard, expecting the same Ryukai they knew, instead on the arena stood a ruggedly handsome, silver haired and blue eyed demon. Looking a bit younger than the Ryukai they knew, and maybe twice as handsome. He was a good seven and a half to eight feet tall. Clad in white yukata tucked into white hakamas. His silver armor gleamed even in the light, forming a sort of a brilliant aura around him. The breastplate was also gilded with a gorgeous design of twining winged snakes and vines. On top of the armor he had an ankle length sleeveless coat with wide lapels pinned in position by ornate decoration pins. The lapels were decorated by gold embroidery on a silver backdrop depicting a serpentine dragon with four limbs and wings. His wings and tail, so like Ryukai’s, but silver in color, were larger than Ryukai’s. His hair was pulled up into a high topknot, streaming down past his shoulders like a river of mercury. His bangs were asymmetrical, short and even on the left side of his face, but on the right he had a single strand that reached down to the clasps of his armor. Tucked in his belt was also a long katana with a gilded hand guard, and a black and gold hilt.
“His opponent… definitely lesser in stature, and also less handsome if you ask me… from the death crow clan, Maerun!” the crowd did not even spare the death crow a single clap, so terrified were they of the dragon demon. The death crow stepped into the light, clearly shaken and afraid himself. The dragon demon folded his arms in a show of impatience as the demon stepped unto the arena, not even raising his gaze at him.
“Are you read- huh?” the announcer stopped as the death crow kneeled before the dragon demon, bowing.
“I choose to forfeit this round, as I would not dare fight the son of Ryomaru,” he said. “I surrender.” The announcer opened her mouth to call the forfeit when the dragon demon held up his hand to silence her, approaching the kneeling death crow before him.
“You do not fight me out of cowardice, not respect. On your feet demon, and face me.” The dragon commanded.
“The rules said-“ the announcer demoness found herself on the receiving end of a blue-eyed glare.
“The rules stipulate that he may utter the worlds mid-fight if he sees he cannot win, not before the fight even commences.”
“Heh…” the demoness pulled out a small book and paged through it. “Oh my… I am sorry, you are right.” The dragon glanced back at the death crow, satisfied. The deathcrow looked up, suddenly panic-stricken.
“Lord Ryukai, I do not wish to fight you! Please, I beg of you… let me walk away!” the demon said.
“Coward.” The dragon replied. Reaching for his sword, he pulled it free of the sheathe, where it glimmered in the sunlight, “Demons that show such cowardice do not deserve to live.” The death crow’s eyes widened. With a swift swing of his katana, it was over, the dragon demon sliced the deathcrow right in half, shoulder to hip, a slice so quick and precise that the blood of his slain foe did not even mar the gleaming blade of the katana.
The crowd was stunned into a stupor of awe and fright. The announcer demoness took a moment too long to figure out what just went on, only when she looked down at the bloody heap on the ground did she snap out and made her call.
“Well… the Lord Ryukai is the winner by technical default and I guess execution!” Clapping rose, but somehow it was forced and weak, the crowd was not amused, they were more afraid that by not clapping, they might err the dragon in some way.
Author Notes:Well this is act one, the plot is just beginning to unfold. Please review! Because reviews keep me going.
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