|Fights of the sword
Author: t3h maniac PM
A drabble seires containing comedic fights for the possesion of a completed soul Edge/Soul Calibur. And maybe a lightsabre thrown in for giggles. Latest: SC2 rematch! Vader's big debut and Michael Jackson.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Parody - Chapters: 12 - Words: 6,924 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 11-24-08 - Published: 05-18-08 - id: 4264269
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Voldo Vs Talim
Is it bad taste to make a Michael Jackson joke here? I mean the poor dude's blind (Voldo that is).
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Caring after those stricken by the effects of the cursed sword was not easy. Especially considering that she also had to stop Yeong Sung from running away with said cursed sword. No matter how many times she told him it was evil he wouldn't listen. Even the fact it had an eyeball didn't put him off.
An eyeball, my god.
Still, it was a good thing that he didn't have any clues and so was stuck with her in a village in the Ottoman Empire helping out some of the sick.
Well that was the plan, but there are some things not even Batman himself could plan for.
"Mommy! There's a scary man outside." A child shouted.
"Hmm?" The mother responded as Talim and Yun Seong took a better look.
"Ivy get to another person?" He asked, seeing Voldo in multiple leather straps, one covering his eyes and mouth.
"I sense evil about him."
"So he got into a threesome with Ivy and Raphael? I knew those two were kinky but…damn."
"Would you stop with that? There are children present." Talim scolded, kicking the slightly older swordsman in the shin.
"Would you stop kicking me in the shin?"
"I'll rid the village of this devil, make sure the village is safe."
Voldo was not having a good day, so far all he'd done was slice at a couple of Lizard men and none of them had any pieces of Soul edge. Plus he had wondered into a strange village and the smell of fear was all around him. He didn't know why, maybe there was a chunk of Lizard flesh still on him, that must be it. He tried shaking the non-existant chunk off yet the fear only grew.
Maybe his pants were down… then why would they be running scared, usually that constituted being laughed out of a village or booted for 'indecent exposure'.
"Please leave, your presence is not appreciated." A high pitched voice told him. He felt this was rather rude and communicated that, although what used to be fluent Italian had decended into random screeches which was interpreted as a challenge by whoever had told him to leave as he heard the unseathing of blades… two to be precise, slightly small but seemed to affect the wind more than something that aerodynamic. Maybe it was this girl.
Never one to back down from a challenge Voldo drew his claws and started to slice at Talim, luckily she was quick enough to avoid them but whenever she tried a counter attack Voldo just sidestepped it.
After blocking one his drilling attacks she found herself with her back to the edge of a cliff, although the river may provide a soft landing the rocks either side would make the fall as uncomfortable as possible.
Voldo prepared to end it, rolling up into a ball and charging, attempting to knock her off the edge and use the rebound force to keep him on, however this plan required him to make contact, which would have happened if she hadn't done that annoying thing known as moving off to one side so he rolled off the cliff, and made a nice large splash in the river below.
"What's wrong?" Talim asked a small child who had watched the whole thing and looked as though he was upset about something.
"I wanted to get MJ's autograph."
Snuck that joke in at the very last minute.