Executor vs. Sha

John ran, the rustle of the leaves under his feet were like knives in the ears he had never used. What direction he was going in even he couldn’t say but he knew if he ran long enough he’d find a city or a town and that’s where he could start a new life. The dim moonlight in the forest he found himself in was chequered by the shadows of the large oak trees rising ominously through the moonlight. He could taste ichors in the air as it began to rain, the canopy of trees acting like a rather wobbly umbrella in it, raindrops splashing across his face as he ran through a barely beaten path.

As he came across a falling tree he made to vault but found himself launched upwards to the branches of trees some 50 feet away. As he landed ungraciously on the soft, moist dirt he rolled and crashed and with a spectacular *thud* landed with his back against the hard wooden trunk of an ancient looking tree. He began laughing to himself like a child, though in the circumstances could be mistaken for a maniac. He had never felt anything of this sort before, the freedom, the sights and sounds and the open air, he may be scratched, bruised and half-covered in mud but he was having the time of his life.

He was snapped out of his euphoria at a peculiar sound of rustling of movements in his area, the sounds of his misadventure had obviously attracted something. His eyes narrowed as he thought to himself, “A deer would have broken a twig on its way at the least”

One thing was clear to him however, he was not alone in this forest.

Sha had ventured out from the wal sanctioned town and into the jungle; she was following a butterfly that had caught her attention. The black and yellow Monarch fluttered through the forest captivating the Ninjan princess. Her Wal Teammates told her countless time not to wonder off without them, but Sha didn’t care for rules, she just wanted to frolic and play about in the jungle. The Chatter of the monkeys didn’t daunt her. The hissing and slimy presence of the snaked didn’t even cause her to jump. Her sandals pounded against the dusty trail kicking up dust and mud, she was just 2 inches away from capturing her butterfly. Sha had been one of the most decorated warriors to live in the CV city, after her accident she had taken a smaller role, as a member of the Young Wal. Sha cut through the vines and other, vegetation trying to obtain her trophy, one that would make her day complete, the butterfly.

Sha jumped down to the ground, she was on eye level with a blade of grass, and she slowly began to crawl like a small tiger cub trying to imitate the ways of its mother. She let out a low pitched roar, and then jumped into the bushes. She did a rolling front flip and landed seated upright, but just a bit disoriented.

A shadow was cast upon her small body; she looked up at the man who caused it. Her golden blonde hair swayed back and forth. She could do nothing but stare at the mane. Finally her blue eyes watered up, and she released an EPIC scream.

“YOU MADE BUTTIEFLY GO BYE BYE!!!” she stamp her feet causing huge tremors, the forest was quiet, to quiet; a low growl could be heard in the surrounding area. This was no animal, this was the warning shot given by the Ninjan princess.  Sha looked at him, she jumped up quickly and went to head butt him in the balls.

Getting up from his unusual predicament on the forest floor John strode toward the rustling he had heard. As he drew closer he heard the low pitched sound of what he had mistook for an animal, a moment later a small girl burst out of the bushes and landed haphazardly in front of him. He recoiled slightly at this strangest of phenomenon as she burst into tears and let out an ear-splitting scream "YOU MADE BUTTIEFLY GO BYE BYE!!!"

John was confused and alarmed, before he knew it she lunged at him as he was bending over, extending his hand in solidarity. His eyes bulged as the young girl slammed head first into John's stomach and knocked him rolling in the dirt for the second time that night, though this time, backwards. As John look up at her and gritted his teeth he felt two things he had never felt before, the rusted irony taste of his own blood in the back of his throat and a single emotion - Anger. He didn't want to hurt a little girl but as he braced his hand against his gut he thought "That's no ordinary little girl".

He didn't know where she had come from or why her path had crossed his but he did know that she was blocking his way forward in this world. She was also making him mad and he didn't like it, not one bit.
"You might be able to dish it out, but let's see how you can take it!" said John as he grabbed a fallen tree about the same width as he was. He twirled it around his head once before spinning it around like a whirlwind and releasing it as it was level with her head.

Sha had managed to connect with her head butt right to his stomach; she stood with her hands up on her hips, and her eyes deadlocked on her opponent. She could see that he was getting serious, so she decided to brace herself for an attack. The jungle had silenced it’s self, the usual noise and calamity had ceased. The little Ninjan princess breathed; softly she wasn’t affected by the mosquito’s that whizzed, past her face, or the sweat at the top of her forehead. This small and innocent being knew nothing of her murderous past, she knew nothing of the world in-which she came from, and she knew nothing of her former friends, enemies, or children. She only knew she was naturally accustomed to fighting, it was like breathing.

The mammoth of a man, picked up a huge tree, Sha wasn’t paying attention, and her mind had been taken by a squirrel that ran across her path, when her golden hair swung around it was met by the bark of a massive sentry. The tree knocked the Ninjan princess towards a “black pond” Her body skidded the pond and landed on the patch of earth on the far side of the jungle.

“URK…GAH..heh…heh…OUCHIES” The little one tried to pick herself up off the ground, but she couldn’t bring her body to do so. After a few minutes she managed to rise to her feet, a huge tear rained down from her eye. She felt a deep and vast energy build within her, it was cold and harboring, she needed to harness it, but the power was too strong for her small body. Sha threw her hands back and watched as her ion cannon in her hand charged up. After a loud roar, she fired a volley of energy burst into the forest, she was going to attempt to kill him on site, or smoke him out. Taking a good smell at the “black pond” she found it to smell like decay and pavement. “Texas gold” or Oil, Sha didn’t quite understand what she could use it for but she knew she could have a good chance by trapping him in it. She tried to devise a plan, but the only thing that came to mind was cereal. Something needed to happen, as she stopped her Volley’s she watched from afar as the Forest, went up in a veil of black smoke.

As John let the tree go it collided with the young girl sending her flying backwards. John felt bitter remorse that he had let his emotions control him in such a way. That young girl was certainly superhuman but he didn't honestly know if she could have survived his ferocious attack. He didn't know what he had expected would happen when he hurled a tree at an infant but for some reason this wasn't it. "She could be dead" he thought. "No, she can't be dead" he struggled with himself, he couldn't accept that he may have killed the first form of life he had ever encountered.

John moved forward to investigate, hoping more than anything than she'd come bursting out of the trees again at complete random, as she had before. As he did so however, he heard a strange build up of an eerie sound he had never heard.
He paused for a second which proved to be a second too long. An unearthly roar sounded across the dimly lit forest. *CHOOM* John lost all sense of direction as something exploded just feet from where he was standing.
Everything went black and he was knocked unconscious immediately and his limp body was thrown hurtling backwards through a tangle of trees.

The man who would come to be known as Executor awoke moments later, the front of his body suit had absorbed some of the impact but had been shredded by the blast. He tore off what remained to reveal his burnt flesh which was still faintly smoking. As he looked down at his hands he saw a sharp stick through the middle of his left hand, his vision blurred and he swayed on the spot. The bleeding had already slowed and he couldn't feel anything at all from the wound. Before he could do anything about this a cackling hiss of flames made him look up.
It seemed the blast that hit him had not been the only one that had been sent toward him, as he looked up he saw fires raging to the canopy of the tallest trees and ominous black smoke rising into the starry night sky. There was a wall between him and his quarry now, a distance that he wouldn't eagerly cross even if there hadn't been. "No ordinary little girl..." he thought to himself once again. He was glad she was alive but this clearly hadn't been the ideal way for him to find out. He let out a grimace of pain as he ripped the spike from his hand and began wrapping the wound with the remains of his shirt.

 John began to make his way away from the flames and back towards the path. John thought to himself "It'd be suicidal to walk through those flames, if I didn't choke to death on that smoke before I even got through to fight with what I certainly hope is the most deadly little girl alive". Determined to take his chances with the road, beaten, bleeding and splattered in mud and debris he moved rather gingerly along the dusty road which was, he thought the only familiar thing for him in this world.

The forest was crying, its life was being taken sucked away by the thick black smoke. 

The night’s vast and twilight lit sky absorbed the smoke. Sha went to take a step and a sharp pain shot up the side of her body through her ribs. She was scared to take a step, the pain was so unbearable, she left out a soft whimper, and then began calling for her “auntie”. “NOVA!!!” NOVA!!!” she put her hand up to her eye and wiped her excessive tears away. Those pesky tears turned her eyes red, she became disoretiened.  She was clearly losing her mind, but then again what 5 year old wouldn’t.  Suddenly a dark presence came over her, a light flashed and she was no longer 4’2 she was 5’5. Her golden hair bellowed in the wind.

It was then she was reminded that she was in a fight. Anything that couldn’t co-exist in the forest needed to be erased. She was so disrespectful, she hated, anything that upset the balance in nature, even though she caused the fire, it was her “cleansing the forest haven”. She had been patiently waiting to blow, The Fully grown Ninjan Messiah, flew over the tree tops looking for her opponent. The ninjan queen used her keen eye sight to pick up his foot prints off the ground. She could tell by his irregular step he had been injured bleeding. Ninjans were like Sharks in a sense, when there opponent’s were down and bleeding they became a bit more calculating.

She flew towards the pathway, just standing and awaiting her opponent.

As John made his way along the path nothing in the forest was quiet. Though the towering inferno was some distance from him he could still hear the flames cackling as they danced upon the ancient wood and dried leaves still left from the Fall.
Even if things could quiet enough for silence his ears would  often take to ringing loudly. A souvenir of the aftershock from blast he had narrowly survived. It is perhaps for these reasons that he was unaware of another traveling on his same path.
His first indications where we he saw her after coming into a clearing. He saw a thin blonde woman, standing there as though waiting, though for what he had no idea.

"Hello?" he called in a polite voice. He thought his interactions with the first life-form he had come across had gone... less than optimally. John endeavored therefore, to instead approach this new encounter with greater clemency.
Although he was aware that his very appearance at this time could be considered quite alarming, he raised his hands in an open gesture. "I mean you no harm stranger" he said as he smiled in a weak but honest manner.

He wondered ominously if the yet unmoving stranger felt the same way.

Her eyes were calculating and cold, no expression, where had it gone? She had changed significantly since she had grown, but when she changed did her mind change as well? That remains to be seen as young sha she knew she was in a fight, so as the older Sha, she remembered that fight. She slowly moved towards him in a stalking demeanor, her hands were laxed at her side, her hair propelled back and forth. The poison fog from the burning forest began to converge on them, she could feel its thick and gritty misty on her back, however she just stood standing.'

It was like she could feel his heart beating, so slow…so steady, yet unsure.  The wind began to pick up on this “fire-lit” night kissing Sha’s every curve. Her cape bellowed behind her, being abused by the wind and choked by the smog. Sha let out a low growl, she was trained to fight to the death, she could tell this man was injured and in dire need of medical services, but her instincts overruled her morals.

Sha waved her hands across the air; soon little black portals began to emerge from nothingness. The holes in the air just hovered as if they were waiting on a command; Sha’s ocean blue eyes looked her opponent up and down, a smile flashed across her face, thrusting her hands forward, she unleashed a barrage of light pellet’s at her opponent, they were the size of Golf balls, but extremely painful if they touched the skin.

He stood watching the stranger for a moment. She let out a low growl. This wasn't the reply he was hoping for, in fact, rather the opposite. She waved her hand through the air and the night looked to have folded in on itself. A number of dark orbs seemed to have appeared before her and she paused a moment before she sent them screaming toward him. John was standing entirely flat footed and could hardly move before two of them struck him. One collided painfully just above his hip, the other, to the right of his chest.

John howled with agony as they burned deep into his body, scorching his flesh and cauterizing the wounds they left. He clawed at the wounds, trying to remove the source but only succeeded in burning his fingers. He gritted his teeth as he fell to the ground, half-writhing and barely supporting himself. "I'm sick of these people" he thought "I'm sick of them all, why wont they just..." he drew up his strength and roared "LEAVE ME ALONE!".  The sound of his voice echoed deafeningly around the wood. His eyes flashed emerald beneath his heavy brow and veins popped in his arms and neck as his muscle contracted automatically in his rage. Half blinded by pain and emotion he leapt from the ground and charged with blinding speed and momentum toward the woman.

As he threw his speed, force and bodyweight all into his right hand he was no longer John, now he was an Executor. With all his rage, all of his pain and all of his might, if she wanted him, she would have it all. He clinched his fist as hard as he could and lunged at her with everything he had. Were it directed otherwise, his punch would level a building.

As the thin, smog from the forest fire molested Sha’s nose, she crossed her arms and gave a slight grin at her opponent’s rising frustration. A sent hit the Ninjan’s nose it was not the smell from the surrounding vegetation, or the mist from the howling waterfall. It was the rage burning with in him, He couldn’t conceal his emotions, and they always found a port out of his body. Sha’s Ninjan blue eyes surveyed with the accuracy of a snake, her keen eye sight going full blast picking up his body heat. The red and green energy reading began to move, his mistake. He had made his advancement towards her, forgetting the most crucial points of attacking. He was blinded by rage; she could tell in his deafening roar, that his blood pressure had hit the maximum limit. Since his emotion was at a fever pitch, she didn’t think he could give her a good fight, she expected his movements to be slurred, his punches to be too wide; underestimation can kill.

Sha bent her legs backwards and learned forward, she had her hands clenched; she was ready to brace herself for the impact. His fist was miscalculated the blow rammed into her mandible, knocking her backwards into a tree. The night didn’t provide any light for the Ninjan to make out the opponent, so she had to keep using her keen eyesight.  Sha walked with her hands close to her body with her red and green eyes flashing on her opponent. She was stalking him walking at a killer’s pace, she had half a mind to just blow the whole area, into space; but that wouldn’t show the ruthlessness of the Ninjan’s, She wanted him to die, but to die a uneasy and dishonorable  death. She rose in height, walking on the balls of her feet; it enhanced balance, gave her more stability and put her in position for a death strike.

Lunging forward, she ran at a normal human speed, running through the rough terrain she planted her feet and did a front flip right over his head. She pushed her elbow backwards trying to jam it into the middle of his spine column, in the same motion she rolled around him, trying to aim another elbow, this time in his sternum. Sha was just setting him up for her signature move, a move that many people had fallen victim to over the years. Sha had become so accustomed to doing it; it was like second nature.

She pulled her right foot back and then let it ricochet forward, with the force behind this attack, there was no pulling out. Sha launched a huge punt to the balls known widely around the region as the “Ninjan Nutcracker”

She took just a few steps back, getting in a defensive position, she didn’t expect her first two strikes to do much damage, and he was after all enraged. She hoped her signature move would calm some of that ruthless anger.

The night had started out as cool and peaceful for John. Walking in the shadows of tall oak trees beneath the stars and jaunting playful along his way. The beginning of the night seemed like a lifetime ago for him as his encounters so far with other lifeforms had brought to him emotion, pain and an unbridled savagery which had now threatened to consume his very being.

A vicious KRA-KOOM rang out and made the birds in this part of the forest leap from their perches in alarm and fly away. The sound rent the night air as Executor's fist collided with a silent young woman - the source of his state of rage and confusion.
Her body flew backwards into the night as she was swallowed by darkness and taken from his view entirely. Before he knew it he heard a woosh sound as she executed an acrobatic maneuver clean over his head. He didn't have time to even turned as she slammed her elbow into his spine. Another blow hit his chest but he was unphased. He looked forward just in time to see her lunging forward with her foot outstretched. "A leg sweep?" he thought wishingly. A sickening THUMP sounded as her foot collided agonizingly with his crotch.
He keeled over in pain instantly, spluttering and writhing. Through the pain his mind was asking only one question "How could she see me in the darkness and smoke?"

He didn't know what she sought to accomplish with this most dishonorable of attacks. His body was at it's limit, he had been blasted, burnt, stabbed, beaten and now ball-kicked. His punch had everything he could muster in terms of brute strength and it had done nothing.
As he rose from the ground after a few moments he thought "She was so light on her feet and able to see through the darkness... maybe, just maybe..". A green glint shone as his eyes met hers. His voice trembled as he announced "you're just making me angrier..".

His bluff would be useless unless he could find some way to bring her down but he thought he knew what was needed. He drew on his pain and anger to muster the last of his strength and his vision turned green and hazy as blood and adrenaline tore through his body.
He swung his arms back, feet from where she stood. "RARRGH" - he let out an indistinct roar as slammed his gigantic hands together and made to target her inner-ears.
John let loose a tremendous Thunderclap, which shook the ground beneath them.