#1 Posted by Morte Rapida (1614 posts) - - Show Bio

A Siberian winter showed its harsh existence as the moisture seemed to crystallize into ice while the wind aggressively swirled in a hectic yet controlled manner.  The rain dropped from the dark sky into the Russian wilderness, not even the snow could lighten a night this violent.  The Birch Forest of Kamchatka within the Soviet borders can be brutal; there are not too many inhabitants.  It’s a harsh life for all who wish to live there, not only is the cold season unforgiving, but the wildlife is a considerable threat.  These wooded areas are vast and empty, not even satellites monitor this area, the frozen terrain will easily engulf any heat signature technology could detect.  This was truly a "no man’s land."  However, there was a presence in this freezing hell tonight......


Morte Rapida was making his way through the ice covered woodlands, moving swiftly and quickly.  Surprisingly the thick slush created by the ice, mud, and water from the unrelenting storm did not slow him, he seemed to coast through it with ease.  The dark figure had trained to operate at peak capacity even in the harshest conditions; this night was proof of that.  You would think any sane person would want to be trying to get out of the freezing Siberian forest, but the silent assassin was making his way deeper into it.  He looked like a shadow drifting in and out of view as he sprinted over the visible patches of white snow.  The full moon was the only illumination the night allowed upon the thick ceiling the forest trees created.

 

The trained killer was wearing his black custom ninjutsu gi packed with his unique and highly advanced arsenal of cerchi.  His highly decorated scabbard which decrypted scripture from ancient Samurai philosophers was tied closely diagonal across the ninja's back.  You could see the handle of his specialized Diamente Katana gleam over his right shoulder; it almost seemed as if it begged to be unsheathed.  Morte was a different man tonight, he had no alliances, no rules to adhere to, he was free to act upon instinct and hold nothing back.   The focus and determination in this man was as intense as ever.  Tonight, he was in store for a war, his opponent was not to be taken lightly.  The Former Death Angels Assassin intended on painting the forest tonight.   His enemies were on borrowed time.  He knew of his adversary.....Angelic Reaper.   This Angel was a very spiritually based entity, torn between two opposites, and very powerful.  Morte heard rumors that she can sense death on an individual, almost like a physical scent.  If this Angelic protector could in fact sense death on a person, then the dark ninja would not be too hard to find, death was his art and he was Michaelangelo.  


The Living Weapon looked forward to the ensuing chaos.  He had spent the last few weeks training with various martial arts masters, fine tuning his styles as he always does.  These dedicated men of martial art were on another level of expertise.  They were referred to as Daisensei, they were given this title by priests because their knowledge of certain martial arts became so intense and flawless that it was viewed as being spiritual.  Morte trained with the Daisensei until he bested them, and then chose to murder them in unarmed combat to show his dominance in that specific style.  The ancients now labeled the ninjan warrior dishonorable, and shamed him among the upper tier of martial arts practitioners; he was now a wanted man.   He waited for the Monks and Priests to send their best to capture him; it was nothing more than another way to test himself.  He wanted to only fight the ones who were worthy enough to meet him in the battlefield.  Hopefully, Angelic Reaper would fit into that category. 


Morte continued his way through the Russian wilderness until he came to what seemed to be a small clearing, there weren't many trees, so the snow and rain fell freely and abundant.  The assassin then leaped onto the nearest oak tree limb and kneeled while waiting for his challenger to show.........