The sacred and historical Ji Chu Temple was in ruins. The epic showdown between two of the world’s deadliest assassins had become much more complex, Gambler in his twisted mind frame upped the ante and made it personal. The bodies of many young Death Angel Assassins who trained in the temple now littered the marble floor thanks to the maniacal Living Legend. It was a battle that had been destructive to its surroundings as it often did when the King of Kings and the Practitioner of Precision faced off.
Gambler had tried to test the former Death Angel Assassin in the ways of the blade, when that tactic became unsuccessful the Creole switched strategies. He turned to a method from which he has benefited greatly; the art of manipulation. The LAS Assassin was a master of mind games and could often break his enemies down mentally by using the emotional aspect of warfare against them. His flair for the dramatic was the instrument in landing the most beneficial blow in the two death dealer’s colorful history when he took his enemy by the heart by destroying what he holds dear. A mischievous smile formed across the face of the LAS associate as he stalked his new target unbeknown to his rival.
Before Morte could process what was unfolding around him he was being attacked by the man who had influenced him greatly in his life, the only person he had ever loved. Master Soonsiet engaged his protégé with a sense of purpose. The old man blamed the ninja for the demise of both his students, and the revealing of the Death Angels guild. Even though it seemed unreal to comprehend the fact that his opposition was now his shidoshi, the Analytical Assassin was still able to gain the upper hand and put Soonsiet down temporarily. This gave him the time to search his environment in an attempt to track his nemesis Gambler. Morte shifted his focus for a split second to scan the temple, as he turned back around he was horrified to see the master of manipulation driving his katana into Soonsiet, the leader of the Death Angels Assassins body went limp causing him to fall to the floor. Morte quickly darted to his teacher’s side holding his head up while clutching the bleeding wound. Blood began to pool around the dark ninja’s hands; the gash created was too severe to slow the bleeding. The blood was a reddish black shade which meant the Cajun’s blade had sliced through the liver. Master Soonsiet was bleeding eternally while the toxin content within the liver rushed throughout his body. The Living Weapon watched helplessly while his master coughed up blood, his pupils were dilated as if the life was visually leaving his body. The great and honored assassin then struggled to speak to his former student……..
“Fate is a mysterious thing my son, you never know what it will grant you. Fate is proof that God wants us to know control is an illusion; however….. destiny…. is in our hands. Destiny is obtained by those who turn knowledge into ability. I knew you would be present on the day my fate was sealed. You were my greatest student, I have one request of you; please do not let our legacy die with me. Do not let those who are unworthy control mans destiny. There is another like you, he is one of the Sixth of our Death Angels, seek him out and continue his training so he can carry on our legacy……please Rixon. Deep down I know you will find a way to make things right. “
“Yes Master, I will do as you ask. Morte gently adjusted his sensei’s gi and placed his hand among Soonsiets forehead and recited a silent prayer as Soonsiet’s breathing began to get erratic.” -Morte Rapida
“Give me a warrior’s death so I can be with our ancestors my son.” - Master Soonsiet
Morte bowed his head in respect with a heavy heart while he was kneeling at his master’s side. He pulled his coltello blade from a concealed ankle sash and placed his hand on the heart of his beloved master. He paused briefly to take one last glance at the famed Death Angel. This was a man who had lived for hundreds of years; he had gained knowledge even the greatest minds of society’s history couldn’t come close to. With all his wisdom and the power he wielded he was still kind and grounded which was evident through the warm demeanor he generated. He demanded your respect and honor without having to acknowledge it. It was a shame he had to die in this manner. The Silent Assassin knew there would never be another like him, before his emotions totally took over him he quickly ran the blade between his teachers 4th and 5 lumbar rib and torqued the knife causing the left ventricle to be severed. Soonsiet died quick and quietly, he took one last breathe and closed his eyes before passing to the next world. Morte placed the blade into his teacher’s hands and crossed them on top of his chest. He paused while giving his last respects, then turned his attention to the man responsible; he locked eyes on the Cajun and slowly stood up.
He stared with a hatred that had never filled the eyes of the emotionless executioner and then spoke to his master’s killer.
“Vengeance is what drives me now, I will never stop. Everyone you ever cared about, everyone you have ever loved is now mine to deal with. You have a child now don’t you? Don’t you have a wife as well? I am going to bleed them slowly in front of you; I am going to take your heart. You wanted to take it to this level, now you will live with the consequences….. before I kill you. Mercy is no longer an option." - Morte Rapida
After his speech, Morte focused intently on the Creole, the look in his eye was almost homicidal, there was no way he could mask his emotion this day. A full second had gone by before the Methodical Mercenary went on the offensive. He quickly flicked his wrist causing 3 cerchi discs to slide from his wrist sash into both of his hands. Morte tossed the cerchi discs over Gamblers position in an arch like formation. Once they exploded the ninja captured the radiating blast energy instantly and siphoned it to encompass his body. The controlled force from the blast was now being manipulated by the assassin and he directed the energy around his limbs. There was a vapor that glistened from his body as it seemed to route itself to the dark warriors hands, feet, and torso. Morte gracefully positioned into the ancient Five Animal Style Kung Fu stances as he began to close the distance on his nemesis. He transitioned from form to form as he adjusted his footing and gestured his arms allowing the mist to trace his movements which created a mystic like affect. The dark ninja then immediately engaged Gambler, using the Shaolin Tiger form to start. With the energy from the blast focused around his limbs, each attacks’ force was increased 10 fold. He flawlessly executed the Golden Lion technique as he unleashed a flurry that utilized his palm and nails to rip away at the LAS Assassin. To keep his enemy confused Morte quickly switched up styles to the Leopard and began an angular assault with immense speed and accuracy using the bridge of his hands and low kicks to keep the Cajun guessing. While in the Leopard stance he executed a specialized punch called the phoenix eye in which a fist is formed with only the index knuckle protruding and he targeted a specific pressure point at the throat slightly off the esophagus between the tonsils. Following the precision blow the Living Weapon switched to the Shaolin Snake and executed the Cobra form and threw a two knuckle jab toward Gamblers eye sockets while simultaneously targeting his left knee with a shin kick. The Snake style succeeds in focusing on the weak points of the body, Morte was staying true to its form as he kept the pressure on his rival with unrelenting assaults. While his limbs were cuffed with the focused energy from the cerchi discs, he knew that Gambler couldn’t last in close quarter combat.
The former Death Angels Assassin was high on rage and adrenaline, the contempt and revenge flowing through his body gave him a sense of empowerment, a feeling never released due to the deep conditioning for emotional control which was trained to be instinct. As soon as the master martial artist felt he was going to dish out the fatal blow, he felt the presence of someone behind him, and then a sharp pain. His body immediately gave out causing him to fall to his back. Morte’s vision went blurry, but he kept his awareness, the figure standing above him looked all too familiar. The pain was most likely caused by the katana the blurry figure was holding. The man didn’t say anything, he just watched as Morte slowly lost his consciousness. He could hear the beginning of the sentence the mysterious man began to speak…….
“My part of the bargain is done, make sure you come through or I’ll lay you out right beside him………….” - ?
The rest was darkness as Morte lied on the floor while Gambler and the familiar figure stood over him.
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