Sting was well aware that he wasn't the only one in the damp streets of New York, in fact he was positive as there were people all around him. However that wasn't what he was feeling, he was feeling a slight sense of danger, a little pulse of electricity that ran from his spine to his brain and from his brain to his heart making his blood pump a little faster then normal. From there the signal traveled to his arms and legs making his muscles slightly tense. Sting kept his hand at his side, close to his blade but far enough as to not draw attention to it. The sky was dark with clouds and rain began to fall, the drops of water caused a mass of groans and complaints from the crowds, Sting just let them fall on him, the water was pleasing and helped ease his paranoia, but he was still wary. Sting continued on his way, turning left heading into a dark alley.
Sting vs Y Intercept(NON KOV)
Slithering through the congested New York City streets, the Legendary Terracotta yearned for a new prey. With Legendary Samurai and STRIKE member, Fraga under her control, the beautiful Geisha could decimate her enemies on multiple fronts.
Her oriental vertical eyes scanned a variety of “unworthy” prey; most of them middle aged men. The specifics in what she looked for varied from prey to prey and time of day. She preferred men, usually the dominant type, and the ones that believe themselves to be stronger, men that believe they could dominate her 5’4 structure.
Like the snake, Y proved she was just as deadly; she could contort her body in the weirdest ways, before delivering a deathblow through use of her venomous blades or her lethal strikes. Amongst many of these prideful New Yorkers, she was truly an Apex Predator.
Her slow saunter came to a gradual halt; her eyes caught the sight of a man, he seemed about right. Judging from the images her thermal eyesight provided, he was nervous or overly cautious, for what reason she didn’t know—nor did she care, but he was to be her prey.
As the raindrops hit her head, one at a time, she followed him. It was as if the “rodent” stumbled straight into the snake’s den, and now it was feeding time. Giving slow pursuit into the darkened alley, Y’s telltale black Lycra uniform amplified the small beats of the falling water.
Her ridiculously long raven hair; clutch her cheeks as if it had been pasted. Making a fist she muttered a simple statement. “This is nothing personal”
Upon the completion of her sentence, she pushed her “Flower of Carnage” forward, detaching the shards of the blade to send them flying at her prey hoping to quickly land a poisonus strike”
@y_intercept: The sound of metal whizzing through the air caught Stings attention. He drew his blade and placed it directly in the path of the shards, slicing each one as they flew past him. His suspicions were true, he was being followed by someone, someone powerful. He held his blade drawn and in a proper Kenjutsu stance.
" So you were the one following me, I never knew I had admirers. Just so you know, I don't plan on going easy just cause your a girl. I hope you don't plan on going easy either."
With that Sting readied his blade, he projected his soul behind his opposition and with a loud BOOOM his body followed. He pulled back his arms and aimed the blade straight for the center of Y's spine. He thrust forward angling the blade just enough so that if he ended up scratching her he would still leave a mark.
Her oriental eyes wince at the “platinum level” reflexes of her prey, not only was he able to quickly draw his blade, but he was fast enough to divert each of her sword shards. As he spoke, Y held the hilt of her demon blade forward, allowing the blade to reconstruct itself.
She didn’t care to say anything on the matter, why would she? She chose to attack him; his accolades would be validated through the fires of battle. The unknown foe made a quick movement, a movement that deposited him to her blindside, adapting quickly the Imperial dragon, dropped her blade to intercept his own.
The sound of their blades meeting excited Y, she stood visibly impressed by his display of powers early on. Rain cause their blades to slide off one another, Y waste very little time in seizing the distance advantage, Y dispatched her Black Egg looking to blind her foe with the powerful burning crushed peppers and glass concoction, before sending her blade towards the hand holding the weapon, looking to disarm him.
@y_intercept: Sting saw his opponent meet his blade with her own. He was excited now, but that feeling of glee was cut short by the black object he saw falling to the ground. He quickly shot his soul to the other side of Y, his body moved just in time before the strange grenade exploded leaving a cloud of dust and something sparkling, glass maybe.
"So another skilled Kenjutsu user, I haven't had a good fight in a long time so keep me entertained please. Now In return for you showing me your skill, i'll show you something cool"
Sting dropped the illusion on his arms, it slowly faded until his arms were shown in their true forms. One a blaze with golden flames and radiating an aura of pure evil.
He then projected his soul above Y, angling his blade edge down right above he right scapula(the shoulder bone). His body fell and he hoped his strike would hopefully render the arm useless, possibly remove it all together.
His speed was to envy, Y found herself seconds behind his every motion, even with rudimentary precognitive abilities, courtesy of her advanced ocular perception. In just a series of a few motions he displayed aerial superiority, bringing his fabled blade down, he sliced right through the shoulder of the Apex Predator removing her limb all together.
Blood spurt through the large orifice on the right side of her body, jumping back several feet the Pit Dragon cast a bit of distance between the both of them; though it was interesting to note that she had not shown the slightest bit of pain even after losing her arm.
Y’s body had hardened through years of grueling battles and esoteric rituals, events that sculpted her mind into negating immediate pain. Her oriental eyes briefly cut to her idol arm, slowly rotting on the New York City pavement.
As the blood continued to pour from her gaping wound, it slowly began to churn as if it were alive. After a series of grotesques manipulations, another arm grew in the exact spot her former one left. Her ability to manipulate bones and blood allowed her to take a substantial amount of damage, while only really feeling the superficial effects.
Unnoticeable to the untrained eye, Y’s body hard grown in density, she fortified her own skeletal structure to compete with the might of foreign weapons—such as blades. Launching forward now with her blade in hand, the Pit Dragon left her feet in a swift front flip motion.
During the height of her flip, she released from her free hand’s nails a series of nail shaped spikes to temporarily snag his attention. The moment her feet touched the ground, she’d extend her hand in an attempt to gain control over the blood flowing through his body; so she could send him flailing into a nearby wall.
@y_intercept: Sting did it, he landed the hit. Now he just had to wait until the curse kicked into action. He saw the flip and projected his soul onto a nearby roof top. The sonic Boom would hopefully knock her back a bit.
"Hey, lets play tag, catch me if you can."
Sting turned and ran in the opposite direction, hopefully he could bring her where he wanted. The under construction building in the south, he had a thing for fighting on unfinished buildings.
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