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The ventriloquist technique worked. The blades moved at the command of the swordsman; what was successful was the electric technique used against the soldier. The blade had cut through the flesh of the enemy. Alex stared at the wound, the ooze didn't cover the area, in fact it retreated from the wound. That was it, electricity was key.
Alex remained on one knee, his hand still had the strings of electricity on his fingertips. He clenched his fist and immediately the swords shot back toward him, uniting as one before Alex caught the handle of the weapon with his hand. The swordsman was tired and injured but he had one trick up his sleeve. He stabbed his sword to the ground like before, using it as a way of getting up. The Warrior's crystal blue eyes locked onto his target. He began to close his eyes, focusing all of his energy in one point. Slowly the air around the warrior began to swirl, his hair floated gently as the wind began to pick up. Within seconds any light debris rose from the ground as if gravity had ceased. A flash erupted and the warrior was coated in a blue aura of electricity. Alex's eyes glowed white with slight electric currents running out of his eyes.
Now he was ready, with a blink of an eye he was gone, leaving his sword behind. Combining his wind and electrical prowess, the swordsman was fast. He sped toward the soldier, everything was planned within that run. First a strike at the open wound, then suddenly a strike to the rib, another to the neck. Every movement would be swift and precise with the anticipation of dealing severe blows to the body of the soldier and for the ooze to retreat. After the planned series of blows, Alex ran to his blade and back to his foe. With the hopefully weak enemy, the electrified blade would pierce the abdomen of the soldier.
@cadmus_knightfall: There we go. Posted.
Metal bent all around as the wind slowly forced the bolted areas out of place. The crackle of the lightning and the creaking of the machinery echoed throughout the battleground. The ceiling ripped apart, giving a thunderous roar as the debris crashed down upon the concrete, only for the fallen pieces to move with the wind. Though the lights of the room were gone, the moon became the only source of visibility.
The Warrior stopped the moment a ray of moonlight touched the ground. He slouched, breathing heavily. Within a second he fell on one knee, using a blade as a cane. Alex's eyes shook a bit, still trying to adjust his eyes from the constant spinning. Aside from the mechanical movement, he used so much energy to manipulate both elements, but in the end it worked; he had won.
Alex looked toward the main sword, which had been firmly embedded to the ground, and smiled. He was worthy of the blade his ancestors possessed.; he had successfully used the blade and incorporated both of his natural elements to defeat his enemy. With one more deep sigh of relief, the Swordsman slowly got up, using the smaller swords as leverage, and dizzily walked toward his main weapon.
Suddenly his eyes widened. Alex cautiously looked toward his right, there was a sound. A machine laid there, battered and broken, but suddenly it had ripped open. The edges of small tendrils had broken the metal open. The tendrils slithered back inside and his enemy came out; he was alive. The heart of the swordsman raced a bit. This guy wasn't normal, what the hell does he have?
"You say you have no fear, but we can smell it on you..." The swordsman's grip tightened on his blades, but his body stood stiff. Alex's mind said fight, but his muscles remained indifferent. There was some kind of ooze that slowly engulfed the body of the soldier, regenerating what had been damaged.
"We can be everybody, or nobody. We can be everywhere, or nowhere at all." The ooze engulfed the soldier's entire body. In the ray of the moonlight, his body began to change before Alex. Hair grew out of his head, his body had clothes come out of the ooze. Alex's muscles stiffened even more, his eyes widened and his heart raced. He looked at himself. His mirror image grinning maliciously, "You cannot defeat us..." What the hell was he? "We will consume you."
The moment the sentence concluded Alex saw a small threadlike movement from the wrist of the doppelganger. It had latched onto a grenade, crap. A shiver slivered down the spine of the warrior. I have to move! He thought. With the blade, he sliced the side of his leg; the pain was enough to jolt Alex's instincts to his sword. Dammit! He was too late.
The grenade had been thrown with such speed and precision; the grenade hit Alex. With an instant he manipulated the wind to 'blow off' some of the close range impact, but it resulted in him flying across the grounds. Alex skidded across the concrete pavement, scratching up his back and arms; his blades fell out of his hands at the impact. His teeth began to grit at the pain. The clothes on his upper body was in tatters and his flesh burned. The wind had 'blown off' some of the impact; a second too late would have killed him.
The warrior slowly got up, he wasn't gonna die, not tonight anyway. His weapons were a distance away, where he first stood before the explosion. The soldier was there, looking like him. Alex had to get that strange ooze off of him or at least knock him unconscious. The Unknown lifted his fist in the air and spread out his fingers. A string of electricity shot out of each finger like wires to a puppet; that was the intention, sort of. Two of these "strings" were aimed at the Assassin, Alex manipulation of the energy would prove beneficial as the two strings would follow until he had shocked his foe. The other three would aim for the blades. Like a puppeteer, the swordsman would control the blades and aim for the soldier. If the electrical surge didn't work, he had to worry about the swords and vice versa. 5 weapons, one target.
@cadmus_knightfall: sorry for the delay. But i have finally posted. :)
The lights hanging above began to flicker with different intensities. It faded only to suddenly erupt a luminous light. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. A continuous pattern that mimicked the steps of the warrior. In between the darkness and the light there was something off about the soldier. Alex only focused on his target but his eyes widened with every flash of light that appeared.
Light. 20 feet away. The soldier stood firm on his place.
Dark.
Light. 15 feet. A dark substance had engulfed half his body.
Dark.
Light. 10 feet. He isn't a man. What the hell is that?
Dark. The blade already began cutting through the air with the electricity crackling around the weapon. Its bright glow being the only source for visibility.
Light. 5 feet. A monster appeared grinning.
Darkness. Only darkness... BOOM!
The blade of the warrior smashed to the ground. Its intensity gave out a small seismic vibration to the surrounding area. The soldier was remarkably fast, able to avoid a blade of this size and also control the lighting of the area. He was indeed a strategist, the black surroundings made it difficult for Alex to see. All that could be heard was the jumping sounds of the enemy.
"You don't know what we are do you? ..." Behind. Alex swung his sword the moment the first word was heard. Boom! Again, nothing. "We are the Planeswalker ..." Where was he? It was worse than an echo, he was at a different location. "And you are our prey ..." What is the point of having a strong weapon if you can't hit the target. "We can smell your fear ..." Alex smiled in the dark, that was it.
"You don't know who I am do you?" The warrior stabbed his blade to the ground, its edge forced deeply into the floor holding the weapon up. "I am Alex Kincaid..." The sword clicked, revealing a sword detaching from the whole. "I have no fear..." and the Swordsman grabbed the detached blade from the side. "I don't exist in this world because I'm an unknown," Another click, another blade identical in size to the other detached sword. "Remember the name 'Kincaid.'"
Electricity ran through the body of the swordsman and circled around the blades themselves. The electric current being the only source of light. Alex's arms stretched out in opposite directions and with his left foot raised up and his right planted on the ground he began to spin. With his wind manipulation the speed of the spin increased. With every second his electric current grew, shooting out and following the form of the movement. Within seconds an electric tornado was formed. The purpose was to weed out the hired assassin by destroying what was around him. If the man survived then Alex expected some form of injury.
Damn. Over one dozen sharpshooters shining small red spotlights over the body of the swordsman; this was gonna be annoying. The soldier stood at ease a couple feet away from the target. He seemed so happy about his plan and how it was perfectly executed, all that was needed was the one dozen triggers. With ease Alex closed his eyes and imagined the scenario around him.
More than 12 men all armed above and one man in front, any lack of focus on any threat would result in the immediate wound or death. All Alex had was his weapon. The odds were against the soldiers, they weren't in a good position. The warrior slowly lowered his sword. The clicking rifles echoed throughout the place. "I'm putting my sword down" Alex stated as he smiled. "Now I'm putting my hands in the air." A slight crackle was heard and electricity shot from the fingers of the warrior. The blue lightning hit the grates, shocking every single sniper. Some had a good ear and shot at the swordsman but only for Alex to move his finger and hold the bullets in place. There was only one left.
The Electric current stopped and the bullets fell to the floor. A smell of burnt flesh began to engulf the air. Alex steadily picked up his sword, "Tell me where they moved the stuff to and I'll take it easy on you" he smiled, "I can't promise it won't hurt though. And one more thing, who the hell are you and what made you think I was gonna back down?" Alex chuckled a bit as he gripped his sword, " I'm tired and it's been a long night so I'm gonna say it again, tell me where the stuff is. By the way, don't forget the other two questions. You have three seconds"
Three. Two. One. The Warrior ran to the soldier with his blade at hand. Blue lightning crackled around the weapon, with the intent of shocking the body before disposing of it. He could get information elsewhere, this guy tried to kill him that is not nice. When Alex was within the blade's length of the man he would aim directly at the midsection, shocking the body before cutting it in two if it were to hit.
One Day Ago
Night. Someplace in the middle of nowhere. The heavy air had to be accustomed by the guards as they stood at their posts around the warehouse. The humidity got their pits sweaty and their shirts stained. The grip on their guns would weaken on the account of their sweaty palms. Despite the conditions, the guards were sharp with their sight; they knew what to expect. There were problems in the other locations because of some guy with a sword. With sharpshooters at the top and guards all around there was no way he would survive; at least that was the thought. A silence hung in the air as the guards stood with confidence that the lights would illuminate the area by at least 20 feet, certainly showing anyone who would come.
Suddenly a crackle of electricity was heard. The guards tightened the grip on their weapons. The lights blew out and the guards whipped out their night vision goggles. Everything was planned so that this deal would not get disrupted.
"AHH!"
One down. Guards began to shout at each other, especially at the sharpshooters who were supposed to see this coming. Little did the guards know that the shooters were gone. One by one, a silent predator took each guard out until there was one remaining. The one guard was shaky, turning around and around, fickle on where the guy would be. "Where are you!?" he shouted. A crackle of electricity was heard once more. The guard constantly shifted positions. The lights suddenly came back on and the guard blinded behind the goggles. A gust of wind was felt and suddenly random parts of his body sliced opened. He screamed before being knocked unconscious. The last one got taken down.
The intruder entered the warehouse with ease and took out every last guard inside and shut down the illegal activity going on.
"Three down, one to go."
The mysterious figure headed toward the door and without notice there was a sound. A simple sound in which would eventually lead to an unexpected obstacle.
>Click!<
Present
The compound was ahead. The Unknown Warrior had rode his motorcycle to the destination. From the information he had gathered, there was a stash of drugs being held at the place. The security was similar to the warehouse. Snipers all around, guards at a post and lights shining all over. This would be too easy. The Unknown Warrior would stop just outside the reach of the lights. He would get off and stand with his arm outstretched to the compound and his hands opened. The warrior closed his eyes and started to "connect" with the electric current running through the place. The moment his fist clenched, a crackle was heard and the lights were gone along with the security. The guards were frantic at the event.
The Warrior drew his sword from the vehicle next to him; the blade was massive in size. Moving the weapon in a swiping motion, the blade wielder let out a powerful gust of wind, capable of cutting through almost everything. He waited a moment as the screams died down until silence hung in the air. Sticking his clenched fist out to the direction of the place, he closed his eyes once more and opened his hands, all the lights coming back on again. Mounting his motorcycle once more and his blade resting upon his shoulder, the Rider went to the compound.
Bodies were all around with deep gashes all over their flesh. Blood spewed out of the open wounds. The Rider got off his vehicle at the entrance and got in, revealing nothing. Suddenly gates came down and locked the man inside. This was planned.
Something or someone is here. This was definitely planned.
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