Post by Ryan - Loki on Jan 24, 2007 23:32:05 GMT
(OOC: that’s RIGHT ladies and gents, I’m back in business finally! Sorry for the delay Rich, but here you go. Hope its good enough.)
Guardinia, a country filled with opposites. The citizens of Guardinia, especially those both in and around the capital city of Radinikana, usually belong to either one of two classes, relatively poor to middleclass fishermen or the rich and lavish, born with a silver spoon within their mouths and a twenty bedroom mansion over their heads; but not all riches are silver and gold. It is the less fortunate citizens of the country are the ones who are truly rich in this land, rich in the beautiful environment that surrounds them everyday of their lives.
The actual landscape of Guardinia varies quite extremely depending on where a person ravels within the country. Near the Guardian's Tower, a place where very few actually venture anymore, it is mostly flat grassland, or low rolling hills for as far as the naked eye can see, it almost seeming as if it continues onward forever. Nearer the water, however, many ports and harbours have been built over the years in order to increase the island's major natural industries, fishing and trading being the major two. Also, despite what the eye may perceive, beyond the grassy fields there are many vast forests dotting the landscape, and there are even species of plants which can only be found there and nowhere else upon Dragonia. However upon moving down the island and closer to the South Pole everything changes, the lands become colder and frigid, and the land slowly transforms into a odd form of tundra; the land is still bearable, but the land refuses to sustain nearly all forms of life.
The tropical oceans beating against the north-western coast of Guardinia have remained full of sea life for many thousands of years and have not only brought a steady amount of tourists to the coast of this country throughout the years but the fish that dwell within these warm waters are used for exports of the continent, the main form of trade for the many fishermen upon Guardinia.
The towns across the land are built in small quantities because the people who inhabit them do not require the lavishness of luxuries that the upper-class demand, and most of the towns on the continent are port towns for these families. They live on an honour code that has striven, and succeeded, for years without failure. Because they do not have much of a government the rich hold power over the poor, pulling the strings of the puppets in the economy. They, on another spectrum, live in cities where the streets might as well be paved with gold and the heavens rain champagne.
With all that said and done it is a fact that some opposite are unavoidable, such are the change between night and day or a sudden change in weather from sunny to torrential rain, but some, like the different classes of people that reside upon the island or the changes in climate the further down the island that you travel, are not. Nevertheless they all remain opposites, and complete opposites at that. There are many things in life that you will find are complete opposites from each other, some that are not things of nature but living beings, and none are more opposite, yet alike, than Ryan Jiaoimasu and Loki.
Crime wasn’t completely absent from the streets of Radinikana, this particular city being no different from any other upon Dragonia in that sense, but nevertheless the citizens went on with their day-to-day business everyday without a single care in the world, even more so with the somewhat richer people of the city. It was quite odd how those with more money and power often turned a blind eye to violence, danger and crime where those less fortunate tend to put themselves towards harms way that little bit more; ignorance is without a doubt bliss. However today was to be different, today the rich and the poor would for once be treated as equals in that sense, they just all didn’t know it yet.
It was a beautiful day by all accounts. The sun was shining brightly high up in a cloudless sky, it was round about midday and birds could just be heard, over the light bustle of the citizens, singling their sweet songs off in the distance. However, unknown to everyone within the city, the quiet tranquillity of nature and the everyday noises were about to be blown away.
BOOM. Without warning a thundering explosion rang out through the city, a large cloud of dust and debris kicking up into the air above the buildings, followed by screaming people running in all directions in a blind panic. Within minutes more explosions followed; the oranges, reds and yellows of flickering flames lighting up the city from moment to moment. Where there’s panic and danger the news crews are never far away, and that was no more apparent that today as reporters and their cameramen looking for their big break were on the scene in less than a few minutes of the first explosion. Just then a relatively short Dragonian woman, with midnight black hair and milky peach skin, appeared across almost all of the news channels; it would seem she, and her cameraman, had caught their lucky break.
“People of Dragonia, this is Penny Johnson of E.A.E.D. News reporting for you LIVE from the scene of the explosions!” She shouted, running sideways on so as not to crash into anything, or anyone, but also to keep her face somewhat aimed at the camera. Although the camera was constantly bouncing about as the cameraman ran, as well as the picture quality being best left mention, the surroundings were still clear enough for the viewers to gain a rough idea of what the situation there was, and what was happening.
With another sudden explosion the windows down the entire street shattered, a sheet of broken glass falling towards the ground below like razor-sharp pieces of snow. It was too late for many of the fleeing citizens to move for cover, as they where still running about in blind panic, and several people instantly suffered serious or even fatal injuries. Penny and her cameraman were lucky, finding cover underneath a shop window and only suffering small flesh wounds, before moving off towards the end of the street. “That blast came from just round this corner! Quickly John, get the camera ready!” she exclaimed to her cameraman, as they pushed past more fleeing citizens and turned the corner. They would be the first news crew directly on the scene. Penny and John came piling around the corner before coming to an abrupt halt, they had expected to now be face-to-face with the cause of the explosions but all they were left with was confusion; perhaps they had bitten off more than they could crew.
“AHHHH!!!!!” a gruff voice screamed out, mimicking a high-pitched woman’s voice .
“What the-?!”
A man with flowing silvery white hair, which fell down past his waist, and dressed in leather stood no more than fifteen metres away from them, a leather jacket longer than his hair flapping about in the wind behind him. “HELP US, HELP ME!” he suddenly screamed once again. “A CRAZY, THOUGH GORGEOUS HUNK OF A MAN IS KILLING EVERYONE AND DESTROYING THE CITY!!!” he finished, dancing about and flapping his arms around like a fairy before suddenly stopped completely still, tilting his head to the left, and looking directly into the centre of the camera. Then he didn’t move, and silence fell.
“An interview with me? It‘d be my pleasure.” he said, appearing next to Penny and placing his arm around her as he walked back in front of the camera again. With a wave of the palm flames from a burning shop window nearby flew through the air towards them, but not before quickly forming into the shape of two seats. He sat down and Penny followed in suit, hesitantly mind.
“I‘d like to, well, yeah…errmm, are you responsible for the explosions sir?” Penny questioned, her hand shaking somewhat through fear and complete intimidation as she held her microphone up towards him.
“First of all don‘t call me sir,” he half interrupted. Without even looking Loki flung his left arm outward, against an oncoming citizens throat as they ran by in a blind panic. Loki’s nails, which had seemingly been sharpened to a point, sliced through the poor mans throat like a hot knife through warm butter. Grasping at his neck the man fell to his knees, looking off towards Penny as if asking for help, but all signs of life faded from his eyes and they quickly turned cold as his lifeless body thudded down upon the floor. Having not even moved his head, Loki smirked smugly before folding his legs and getting comfortable. “Just call me Loki.”
Wide eyed Penny‘s arm began to shake so much that she dropped her microphone. Quickly composing herself she bent down, pushed the bloody images that were now vivid in her memory to the back of her mind, and picked the microphone back up. “Loki…right.” She nodded. “So, Loki, are y-”
“Yes, Yes…I am sexy, and aware of it.” Loki quickly interrupted. “And yes, if you wait around after the interview we can have a more in-depth discussion.” he finished, winking.
“But I-”
“It‘s ok,” he placed his palm across her cheek. “All beautiful women, hell even ones with faces worse than a demons arse that’s sat in broken glass and then dragged across hot coals, find me irresistible. You‘re all only human.”
Blushing somewhat Penny ‘somehow’ managed to keep her composure and continue. “So Loki, are you in fact the cause of the destruction today? For destroying the city worse than during the Saiyan invasion?”
“Oh really?” a smug grin crawled across his face. “I guess that’s something to be proud of, but not really a surprise. Those halfwit Saiyan’s execute a successful invasion campaign on a home for coma victims.” he exclaimed, a hint of satisfaction clear within his voice. “And to answer your question toots, yes, this fine work does belong to yours truly.”
“But why would you do such a thing? Why would you kill so many innocent people and ruin so many lives?”
Loki fell silent, clearly unimpressed with something. “Do you not know who I am?” there was no reply. “Loki? The lord of the fifth level of Hell?” Still there was no reply from Penny, nothing more than a small shake of the head; Loki fell off of his chair. “How can you NOT know who I am?!” he exclaimed, lifting his body back off of the ground. Having now pulled himself up from the floor Loki floated upwards into the air, unsheathing his sword from upon his back at the same time. Suddenly the ground began to shake violently, with buildings falling apart throughout the city. The sky instantly clouded over, thick grey clouds with thunder and lightning throughout. Even the air had suddenly become incredibly thin and humid; what was happening? The answer was Loki.
His eyes were ablaze, their red crimson colour radiating outward from his sockets, and although there was no hint of an aura residing around his body power could be seen scorching off from his body, much like heat does from a distance on an incredibly hot day, Bane now raised high above his head. “Then perhaps a show of my power is needed!” his voice was now much deeper, it booming out through the area. Penny and John had remained in their positions, except Penny had now stood up from her flame chair to keep an eye on what Loki was doing. They were a professional news crew team, they ran from no danger. Things quickly changed, however, as Loki glanced around for a unwilling victim and found only John. He smiled smugly. “…lets play.”
Considering who Loki was fixed upon for his attack it was quite obvious that the people at home, watching this live feed, where the ones who were going to gain the best view of what was next to transpire, other than John of course. It all happened so fast. Loki suddenly blurred, almost so much that the camera couldn’t focus him properly although that wasn’t a problem, and the sound of clashing metal rang out through the air, immediately followed by a flash of lightning that had reflected off of a shiny surface of some sort. It happened so fast that John didn’t even have time to close his eyes before the end, the end that he had not met. Through the lens of the camera a third figure had suddenly appeared directly in front of the camera, another male figure. This man held two swords, one in each hand, defiantly within the air, holding back Loki’s own sword in a battle of strength. John couldn’t see the strangers face, as the back of his head was pointing towards the camera, but it was clear that Loki was struggling somewhat. Who was this stranger?
Loki’s look of struggle quickly faded and was replaced by a sadistic looking smirk, his lips curling upwards in the corners as he moved to speak. “Ryan, Ryan, Ryan…A dramatic entrance, fashionable late…heh, it seems you‘re turning into me, brother.” Loki’s voice, and eyes, had returned to their normal state. Penny and John quickly gave each other a glance of surprise at Loki’s words, where they simple stuck between a brotherly feud?
“My apologise for being late Loki, the traffic was atrocious.” the stranger said in reply. His voice was much softer than that of Loki’s and this stranger spoke much better English than Loki, but other than those two factors his voice resembled Loki’s in every other possible way. “Besides,” he continued. “I threw the last Bash and you came, it was only polite of me that I repaid the favour…”
“Heh…whatever.” Loki paused, the two of them still head locked in their battle of strength. “Has it been a year already? Man…time does fly when you‘re having fun, and of course what I mean when I say having fun is murdering pathetic mortal lives,” Loki leaned in closer towards Ryan, the camera gaining an extremely close up shot of the Lord, as he whispered the rest of his sentence. “…innocent ones.”
“Argh…correct, time does fly…” Ryan was grunting slightly now, as well as re-adjusting his grip on the handles of the two blades; it seemed Loki was the physically stronger of the two siblings. “but now…so will YOU!”
It seemed with the sudden shout from Ryan came an unexpected serge of strength from deep within him, a serge of strength so strong that it caused Loki to go flying backwards and crash into the remains of a nearby building, causing it to collapse inwards on itself. The dust and debris that had been kicked up almost instantly began to clear, and as it did all that remained was Loki, floating in mid-air where the building stood just moments ago, simply brushing himself down. “Hahaha…hahaha!” his laugh was maniacal. “IS THAT A CHALLENGE BROTHER!?” his voice boomed out through the desolate street. Ryan did not reply with words but with actions, simply re-sheathing one of his two samurai blades while holding the other firmly in front of him. “THEN LET US END THIS!”
“Yes, lets!”
With a loud pop the two brothers broke the sound barrier as they charged in towards each other for the final battle of their blood. Two fast for the naked eye to view, Penny could see nothing more than two blurs moving through the air but John, through his camera, had slowed down the movement for the audience watching at home; he could see everything. The two brothers went at each other like enemies, hatred filling their expressions and their souls. Although brothers the two couldn’t have been two more opposite people if they had purposely tried. Ryan moved and attacked so elegantly, with such grace whereas Loki was far less than elegant, his movements fuelled by rage and brute force, but the two met each other blow for blow nevertheless.
Identically their blades clashed at every swing; neither was on the defence, both attacking. A sideward swing at the head, swords clash. A sideward swing at the abdomen, swords clash. An unexpected punch with their free hand, two fists collide. It was watching a man fight his own reflection, only the reflection had a slightly different appearance.
Back flipping away from each other in mid-air the two wasted no time in preparing themselves. Grasping his second blade in his left palm Ryan quickly unsheathed it and span them both in his palms before charging at his brother once more, Loki sliced the air before charging in towards Ryan with an unorthodox upward slash. Ryan, who’s left arm was over his chest causing both blades to drag through the air behind him on his right-hand side, had no time to react with a parry as he had already fully committed himself to an attack, so instead Ryan pounced on top the edge of Loki’s sword, using Loki’s attack to flip him high into the air. He moved with such poise as he slowly flipped in the air, up and over Loki. His decent, however, was much faster.
Turning in air, so as to face in Loki’s general direction, Ryan brought down both of the Twin Reavers, aiming to cleave Loki clean in four. It was a bold move, the type of attack that ended battles such as this. The blades seemed so sharp that anyone would have perceived that they were slicing through the very air around them, cutting it in two, if the brain didn’t know any better that was.
Their movements were fluent. Following Ryan’s movements through the air Loki was more than prepared to cope with the attack, more than prepared. Grasping Bane in both hands Loki moved the great sword down by his left hand side, simply waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Like now. With an incredibly loud grunt Loki swung Bane upwards with raw force. With the force of both Ryan’s and Loki’s attacks colliding it had fallen down to whomever had mustered the most strength; either Ryan, who had gravity on his side, or Loki, who was relying on his brute force.
Sparks flew from the point of contact and it was Ryan who lost, the sheer force of Loki’s attack causing him to stumble backwards through the air slightly, forcing his arms back up into the air; Loki wasted no time in going in for the kill, bringing Bane back down to cleave Ryan in two down his middle. Quickly letting go off the twin Reaver in his right hand and pulling his free arm forward, underneath his left arm, facing his now empty palm directly at Loki. Without time to waste Ryan exploded the most powerful Katsumoto Driver that he could muster under the pressure of the moment, the energy engulfing his hand as well as Loki.
Is it finally over? Had he finally won? Perhaps, or at least he thought so. Without warning Loki’s presence appeared from behind him, Ryan quickly ceasing to fire his Katsumoto Driver and span round, grasping his remaining Reaver and holding it up to defend against anything Loki had planned; he was right to do so.
Loki, his attire a little worse for wear and a few dirt marks across his torso, appeared from thin-air as he swung downwards on the unaware Ryan. Moving quickly Ryan had somehow managed to defend against the insanely strong attack, the sheer force having been enough to send him crashing downward against the floor. Not leaving any time for him to gather himself Loki followed up with an identical swing. Ryan, now upon the ground, simply held strong as Loki began to unleash a barrage of downward slashes upon the Twin Reaver and its master. With each hit Ryan’s feet were pushed a little bit more into the concrete below them; how long could this realistically last?
The answer was not very long. Ryan, using the brief few seconds between slashes, kicked his right foot up and forced Loki backwards through the air, the kick connecting against the very bottom of Bane’s handle. Loki, having been forced backwards flipped over and sprung off of the floor towards Ryan once again, Ryan following in suit with an identical move. The two covered the ground between them in seconds, moving towards each other with swords drawn; like a scene from a movie.
The attacks were made, both slashing at one another, but as they did so the two bodies almost appeared to merge into one as they seemingly moved through each other, neither apparently hurt despite two direct hits from the both of them. Spinning around as they both skidded to an abrupt halt, both Loki and Ryan shared a brief look of confusion before they were sucked backwards towards each other, a blinding light and an uncontrollable wind swallow up the surrounding area.
What was happening? Penny and John could do nothing but watch the spectacular show, John making sure to capture everything on camera, he would not miss his big moment. However the light soon began to fade, leaving a singular figure standing tall in the place where Ryan and Loki were just moments before. A powerful wind cyclone was forcing itself around this figure, almost forming into that of a tornado.
Covering his top half and flapping about in the wind behind the stranger was a long azure blue coat, with the appearance of shimmering silk to the eyes, a white pattern of a type of vine down either side its front. Underneath the coat he wore a smart looking waistcoat, a slightly deeper colour than his coat. His trousers were most certainly leather, such a dark blue one would not be able to tell whether it was in fact black or not until light shined off of it, with the appearance of snakeskin. His boots, which reached up to his knees, where the came colour as the fingerless gloves that covered his hands, a dark beige. His skin was as pale as the moon and his hair was short, pushed back and spiky, white, yet tinted a dark shade of blue throughout.
He suddenly began floating upwards through the air, only stopping once he had reached roughly ten feet from the ground; it was then that he finally opened his eyes. The iris seemed to burn a deep crimson red, almost as if they were actually on fire, while the pupils were a cool and calming azure blue that seemed to pierce deep into your soul when you looked upon them. Looked down at Penny the figure remained in silence, the two sharing a deep moment, she almost didn’t notice when her clothes suddenly caught alight, John’s too. Dropping his camera on the floor John instantly began to try and put out the flames, rolling around on the floor in front of the sideward laying camera with Penny, their screams of fear and pain filling the air.
It would be no good however, as they would figured out had they not been lost in their own fears of their immediate deaths, as everything around them had also began to catch fire, the concrete pavement, the buildings around them, even the air they were breathing, everything apart from the stranger high within the sky looking down on the destruction. He was expressionless, the burning city below him not troubling him in the slightest. This figure, this stranger, facially resembled both Ryan and Loki so much that it seemed impossible that it wasn’t them, and the fact that he was seemingly the only thing within the city, including the air, that wasn’t on fire gave a clear impression that he was the cause of the fire.
Suddenly the figure leaned his head back and began screaming, his scream echoing above the cries of fear and pain from the citizens throughout the city. Instantly his body caught alight, the flames building and building upon him, although his screams where not screams of pain, but something else. His body was now completely covered in flames, to the point where making out specific details of his body had almost become impossible. The all of a sudden the screaming stopped, all fell quite except for the seemingly endless cries of the still dieing citizens, but this was simple the calm before the true storm as the flames around the strange abruptly exploded outward, enveloping the entire city in a bright flash.
The entire planet, witnessing this horrific event through the lens of John’s camera, saw everything first hand. As the flames poured off from the stranger John’s body was rolled over and forced against the camera, the audience got to see the cameraman’s face liquefying on live television and the distance screams fade away before everything went fuzzy, and the live feed was lost.
Guardinia, a country filled with opposites. The citizens of Guardinia, especially those both in and around the capital city of Radinikana, usually belong to either one of two classes, relatively poor to middleclass fishermen or the rich and lavish, born with a silver spoon within their mouths and a twenty bedroom mansion over their heads; but not all riches are silver and gold. It is the less fortunate citizens of the country are the ones who are truly rich in this land, rich in the beautiful environment that surrounds them everyday of their lives.
The actual landscape of Guardinia varies quite extremely depending on where a person ravels within the country. Near the Guardian's Tower, a place where very few actually venture anymore, it is mostly flat grassland, or low rolling hills for as far as the naked eye can see, it almost seeming as if it continues onward forever. Nearer the water, however, many ports and harbours have been built over the years in order to increase the island's major natural industries, fishing and trading being the major two. Also, despite what the eye may perceive, beyond the grassy fields there are many vast forests dotting the landscape, and there are even species of plants which can only be found there and nowhere else upon Dragonia. However upon moving down the island and closer to the South Pole everything changes, the lands become colder and frigid, and the land slowly transforms into a odd form of tundra; the land is still bearable, but the land refuses to sustain nearly all forms of life.
The tropical oceans beating against the north-western coast of Guardinia have remained full of sea life for many thousands of years and have not only brought a steady amount of tourists to the coast of this country throughout the years but the fish that dwell within these warm waters are used for exports of the continent, the main form of trade for the many fishermen upon Guardinia.
The towns across the land are built in small quantities because the people who inhabit them do not require the lavishness of luxuries that the upper-class demand, and most of the towns on the continent are port towns for these families. They live on an honour code that has striven, and succeeded, for years without failure. Because they do not have much of a government the rich hold power over the poor, pulling the strings of the puppets in the economy. They, on another spectrum, live in cities where the streets might as well be paved with gold and the heavens rain champagne.
With all that said and done it is a fact that some opposite are unavoidable, such are the change between night and day or a sudden change in weather from sunny to torrential rain, but some, like the different classes of people that reside upon the island or the changes in climate the further down the island that you travel, are not. Nevertheless they all remain opposites, and complete opposites at that. There are many things in life that you will find are complete opposites from each other, some that are not things of nature but living beings, and none are more opposite, yet alike, than Ryan Jiaoimasu and Loki.
Crime wasn’t completely absent from the streets of Radinikana, this particular city being no different from any other upon Dragonia in that sense, but nevertheless the citizens went on with their day-to-day business everyday without a single care in the world, even more so with the somewhat richer people of the city. It was quite odd how those with more money and power often turned a blind eye to violence, danger and crime where those less fortunate tend to put themselves towards harms way that little bit more; ignorance is without a doubt bliss. However today was to be different, today the rich and the poor would for once be treated as equals in that sense, they just all didn’t know it yet.
It was a beautiful day by all accounts. The sun was shining brightly high up in a cloudless sky, it was round about midday and birds could just be heard, over the light bustle of the citizens, singling their sweet songs off in the distance. However, unknown to everyone within the city, the quiet tranquillity of nature and the everyday noises were about to be blown away.
BOOM. Without warning a thundering explosion rang out through the city, a large cloud of dust and debris kicking up into the air above the buildings, followed by screaming people running in all directions in a blind panic. Within minutes more explosions followed; the oranges, reds and yellows of flickering flames lighting up the city from moment to moment. Where there’s panic and danger the news crews are never far away, and that was no more apparent that today as reporters and their cameramen looking for their big break were on the scene in less than a few minutes of the first explosion. Just then a relatively short Dragonian woman, with midnight black hair and milky peach skin, appeared across almost all of the news channels; it would seem she, and her cameraman, had caught their lucky break.
“People of Dragonia, this is Penny Johnson of E.A.E.D. News reporting for you LIVE from the scene of the explosions!” She shouted, running sideways on so as not to crash into anything, or anyone, but also to keep her face somewhat aimed at the camera. Although the camera was constantly bouncing about as the cameraman ran, as well as the picture quality being best left mention, the surroundings were still clear enough for the viewers to gain a rough idea of what the situation there was, and what was happening.
With another sudden explosion the windows down the entire street shattered, a sheet of broken glass falling towards the ground below like razor-sharp pieces of snow. It was too late for many of the fleeing citizens to move for cover, as they where still running about in blind panic, and several people instantly suffered serious or even fatal injuries. Penny and her cameraman were lucky, finding cover underneath a shop window and only suffering small flesh wounds, before moving off towards the end of the street. “That blast came from just round this corner! Quickly John, get the camera ready!” she exclaimed to her cameraman, as they pushed past more fleeing citizens and turned the corner. They would be the first news crew directly on the scene. Penny and John came piling around the corner before coming to an abrupt halt, they had expected to now be face-to-face with the cause of the explosions but all they were left with was confusion; perhaps they had bitten off more than they could crew.
“AHHHH!!!!!” a gruff voice screamed out, mimicking a high-pitched woman’s voice .
“What the-?!”
A man with flowing silvery white hair, which fell down past his waist, and dressed in leather stood no more than fifteen metres away from them, a leather jacket longer than his hair flapping about in the wind behind him. “HELP US, HELP ME!” he suddenly screamed once again. “A CRAZY, THOUGH GORGEOUS HUNK OF A MAN IS KILLING EVERYONE AND DESTROYING THE CITY!!!” he finished, dancing about and flapping his arms around like a fairy before suddenly stopped completely still, tilting his head to the left, and looking directly into the centre of the camera. Then he didn’t move, and silence fell.
“An interview with me? It‘d be my pleasure.” he said, appearing next to Penny and placing his arm around her as he walked back in front of the camera again. With a wave of the palm flames from a burning shop window nearby flew through the air towards them, but not before quickly forming into the shape of two seats. He sat down and Penny followed in suit, hesitantly mind.
“I‘d like to, well, yeah…errmm, are you responsible for the explosions sir?” Penny questioned, her hand shaking somewhat through fear and complete intimidation as she held her microphone up towards him.
“First of all don‘t call me sir,” he half interrupted. Without even looking Loki flung his left arm outward, against an oncoming citizens throat as they ran by in a blind panic. Loki’s nails, which had seemingly been sharpened to a point, sliced through the poor mans throat like a hot knife through warm butter. Grasping at his neck the man fell to his knees, looking off towards Penny as if asking for help, but all signs of life faded from his eyes and they quickly turned cold as his lifeless body thudded down upon the floor. Having not even moved his head, Loki smirked smugly before folding his legs and getting comfortable. “Just call me Loki.”
Wide eyed Penny‘s arm began to shake so much that she dropped her microphone. Quickly composing herself she bent down, pushed the bloody images that were now vivid in her memory to the back of her mind, and picked the microphone back up. “Loki…right.” She nodded. “So, Loki, are y-”
“Yes, Yes…I am sexy, and aware of it.” Loki quickly interrupted. “And yes, if you wait around after the interview we can have a more in-depth discussion.” he finished, winking.
“But I-”
“It‘s ok,” he placed his palm across her cheek. “All beautiful women, hell even ones with faces worse than a demons arse that’s sat in broken glass and then dragged across hot coals, find me irresistible. You‘re all only human.”
Blushing somewhat Penny ‘somehow’ managed to keep her composure and continue. “So Loki, are you in fact the cause of the destruction today? For destroying the city worse than during the Saiyan invasion?”
“Oh really?” a smug grin crawled across his face. “I guess that’s something to be proud of, but not really a surprise. Those halfwit Saiyan’s execute a successful invasion campaign on a home for coma victims.” he exclaimed, a hint of satisfaction clear within his voice. “And to answer your question toots, yes, this fine work does belong to yours truly.”
“But why would you do such a thing? Why would you kill so many innocent people and ruin so many lives?”
Loki fell silent, clearly unimpressed with something. “Do you not know who I am?” there was no reply. “Loki? The lord of the fifth level of Hell?” Still there was no reply from Penny, nothing more than a small shake of the head; Loki fell off of his chair. “How can you NOT know who I am?!” he exclaimed, lifting his body back off of the ground. Having now pulled himself up from the floor Loki floated upwards into the air, unsheathing his sword from upon his back at the same time. Suddenly the ground began to shake violently, with buildings falling apart throughout the city. The sky instantly clouded over, thick grey clouds with thunder and lightning throughout. Even the air had suddenly become incredibly thin and humid; what was happening? The answer was Loki.
His eyes were ablaze, their red crimson colour radiating outward from his sockets, and although there was no hint of an aura residing around his body power could be seen scorching off from his body, much like heat does from a distance on an incredibly hot day, Bane now raised high above his head. “Then perhaps a show of my power is needed!” his voice was now much deeper, it booming out through the area. Penny and John had remained in their positions, except Penny had now stood up from her flame chair to keep an eye on what Loki was doing. They were a professional news crew team, they ran from no danger. Things quickly changed, however, as Loki glanced around for a unwilling victim and found only John. He smiled smugly. “…lets play.”
Considering who Loki was fixed upon for his attack it was quite obvious that the people at home, watching this live feed, where the ones who were going to gain the best view of what was next to transpire, other than John of course. It all happened so fast. Loki suddenly blurred, almost so much that the camera couldn’t focus him properly although that wasn’t a problem, and the sound of clashing metal rang out through the air, immediately followed by a flash of lightning that had reflected off of a shiny surface of some sort. It happened so fast that John didn’t even have time to close his eyes before the end, the end that he had not met. Through the lens of the camera a third figure had suddenly appeared directly in front of the camera, another male figure. This man held two swords, one in each hand, defiantly within the air, holding back Loki’s own sword in a battle of strength. John couldn’t see the strangers face, as the back of his head was pointing towards the camera, but it was clear that Loki was struggling somewhat. Who was this stranger?
Loki’s look of struggle quickly faded and was replaced by a sadistic looking smirk, his lips curling upwards in the corners as he moved to speak. “Ryan, Ryan, Ryan…A dramatic entrance, fashionable late…heh, it seems you‘re turning into me, brother.” Loki’s voice, and eyes, had returned to their normal state. Penny and John quickly gave each other a glance of surprise at Loki’s words, where they simple stuck between a brotherly feud?
“My apologise for being late Loki, the traffic was atrocious.” the stranger said in reply. His voice was much softer than that of Loki’s and this stranger spoke much better English than Loki, but other than those two factors his voice resembled Loki’s in every other possible way. “Besides,” he continued. “I threw the last Bash and you came, it was only polite of me that I repaid the favour…”
“Heh…whatever.” Loki paused, the two of them still head locked in their battle of strength. “Has it been a year already? Man…time does fly when you‘re having fun, and of course what I mean when I say having fun is murdering pathetic mortal lives,” Loki leaned in closer towards Ryan, the camera gaining an extremely close up shot of the Lord, as he whispered the rest of his sentence. “…innocent ones.”
“Argh…correct, time does fly…” Ryan was grunting slightly now, as well as re-adjusting his grip on the handles of the two blades; it seemed Loki was the physically stronger of the two siblings. “but now…so will YOU!”
It seemed with the sudden shout from Ryan came an unexpected serge of strength from deep within him, a serge of strength so strong that it caused Loki to go flying backwards and crash into the remains of a nearby building, causing it to collapse inwards on itself. The dust and debris that had been kicked up almost instantly began to clear, and as it did all that remained was Loki, floating in mid-air where the building stood just moments ago, simply brushing himself down. “Hahaha…hahaha!” his laugh was maniacal. “IS THAT A CHALLENGE BROTHER!?” his voice boomed out through the desolate street. Ryan did not reply with words but with actions, simply re-sheathing one of his two samurai blades while holding the other firmly in front of him. “THEN LET US END THIS!”
“Yes, lets!”
With a loud pop the two brothers broke the sound barrier as they charged in towards each other for the final battle of their blood. Two fast for the naked eye to view, Penny could see nothing more than two blurs moving through the air but John, through his camera, had slowed down the movement for the audience watching at home; he could see everything. The two brothers went at each other like enemies, hatred filling their expressions and their souls. Although brothers the two couldn’t have been two more opposite people if they had purposely tried. Ryan moved and attacked so elegantly, with such grace whereas Loki was far less than elegant, his movements fuelled by rage and brute force, but the two met each other blow for blow nevertheless.
Identically their blades clashed at every swing; neither was on the defence, both attacking. A sideward swing at the head, swords clash. A sideward swing at the abdomen, swords clash. An unexpected punch with their free hand, two fists collide. It was watching a man fight his own reflection, only the reflection had a slightly different appearance.
Back flipping away from each other in mid-air the two wasted no time in preparing themselves. Grasping his second blade in his left palm Ryan quickly unsheathed it and span them both in his palms before charging at his brother once more, Loki sliced the air before charging in towards Ryan with an unorthodox upward slash. Ryan, who’s left arm was over his chest causing both blades to drag through the air behind him on his right-hand side, had no time to react with a parry as he had already fully committed himself to an attack, so instead Ryan pounced on top the edge of Loki’s sword, using Loki’s attack to flip him high into the air. He moved with such poise as he slowly flipped in the air, up and over Loki. His decent, however, was much faster.
Turning in air, so as to face in Loki’s general direction, Ryan brought down both of the Twin Reavers, aiming to cleave Loki clean in four. It was a bold move, the type of attack that ended battles such as this. The blades seemed so sharp that anyone would have perceived that they were slicing through the very air around them, cutting it in two, if the brain didn’t know any better that was.
Their movements were fluent. Following Ryan’s movements through the air Loki was more than prepared to cope with the attack, more than prepared. Grasping Bane in both hands Loki moved the great sword down by his left hand side, simply waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Like now. With an incredibly loud grunt Loki swung Bane upwards with raw force. With the force of both Ryan’s and Loki’s attacks colliding it had fallen down to whomever had mustered the most strength; either Ryan, who had gravity on his side, or Loki, who was relying on his brute force.
Sparks flew from the point of contact and it was Ryan who lost, the sheer force of Loki’s attack causing him to stumble backwards through the air slightly, forcing his arms back up into the air; Loki wasted no time in going in for the kill, bringing Bane back down to cleave Ryan in two down his middle. Quickly letting go off the twin Reaver in his right hand and pulling his free arm forward, underneath his left arm, facing his now empty palm directly at Loki. Without time to waste Ryan exploded the most powerful Katsumoto Driver that he could muster under the pressure of the moment, the energy engulfing his hand as well as Loki.
Is it finally over? Had he finally won? Perhaps, or at least he thought so. Without warning Loki’s presence appeared from behind him, Ryan quickly ceasing to fire his Katsumoto Driver and span round, grasping his remaining Reaver and holding it up to defend against anything Loki had planned; he was right to do so.
Loki, his attire a little worse for wear and a few dirt marks across his torso, appeared from thin-air as he swung downwards on the unaware Ryan. Moving quickly Ryan had somehow managed to defend against the insanely strong attack, the sheer force having been enough to send him crashing downward against the floor. Not leaving any time for him to gather himself Loki followed up with an identical swing. Ryan, now upon the ground, simply held strong as Loki began to unleash a barrage of downward slashes upon the Twin Reaver and its master. With each hit Ryan’s feet were pushed a little bit more into the concrete below them; how long could this realistically last?
The answer was not very long. Ryan, using the brief few seconds between slashes, kicked his right foot up and forced Loki backwards through the air, the kick connecting against the very bottom of Bane’s handle. Loki, having been forced backwards flipped over and sprung off of the floor towards Ryan once again, Ryan following in suit with an identical move. The two covered the ground between them in seconds, moving towards each other with swords drawn; like a scene from a movie.
The attacks were made, both slashing at one another, but as they did so the two bodies almost appeared to merge into one as they seemingly moved through each other, neither apparently hurt despite two direct hits from the both of them. Spinning around as they both skidded to an abrupt halt, both Loki and Ryan shared a brief look of confusion before they were sucked backwards towards each other, a blinding light and an uncontrollable wind swallow up the surrounding area.
What was happening? Penny and John could do nothing but watch the spectacular show, John making sure to capture everything on camera, he would not miss his big moment. However the light soon began to fade, leaving a singular figure standing tall in the place where Ryan and Loki were just moments before. A powerful wind cyclone was forcing itself around this figure, almost forming into that of a tornado.
Covering his top half and flapping about in the wind behind the stranger was a long azure blue coat, with the appearance of shimmering silk to the eyes, a white pattern of a type of vine down either side its front. Underneath the coat he wore a smart looking waistcoat, a slightly deeper colour than his coat. His trousers were most certainly leather, such a dark blue one would not be able to tell whether it was in fact black or not until light shined off of it, with the appearance of snakeskin. His boots, which reached up to his knees, where the came colour as the fingerless gloves that covered his hands, a dark beige. His skin was as pale as the moon and his hair was short, pushed back and spiky, white, yet tinted a dark shade of blue throughout.
He suddenly began floating upwards through the air, only stopping once he had reached roughly ten feet from the ground; it was then that he finally opened his eyes. The iris seemed to burn a deep crimson red, almost as if they were actually on fire, while the pupils were a cool and calming azure blue that seemed to pierce deep into your soul when you looked upon them. Looked down at Penny the figure remained in silence, the two sharing a deep moment, she almost didn’t notice when her clothes suddenly caught alight, John’s too. Dropping his camera on the floor John instantly began to try and put out the flames, rolling around on the floor in front of the sideward laying camera with Penny, their screams of fear and pain filling the air.
It would be no good however, as they would figured out had they not been lost in their own fears of their immediate deaths, as everything around them had also began to catch fire, the concrete pavement, the buildings around them, even the air they were breathing, everything apart from the stranger high within the sky looking down on the destruction. He was expressionless, the burning city below him not troubling him in the slightest. This figure, this stranger, facially resembled both Ryan and Loki so much that it seemed impossible that it wasn’t them, and the fact that he was seemingly the only thing within the city, including the air, that wasn’t on fire gave a clear impression that he was the cause of the fire.
Suddenly the figure leaned his head back and began screaming, his scream echoing above the cries of fear and pain from the citizens throughout the city. Instantly his body caught alight, the flames building and building upon him, although his screams where not screams of pain, but something else. His body was now completely covered in flames, to the point where making out specific details of his body had almost become impossible. The all of a sudden the screaming stopped, all fell quite except for the seemingly endless cries of the still dieing citizens, but this was simple the calm before the true storm as the flames around the strange abruptly exploded outward, enveloping the entire city in a bright flash.
The entire planet, witnessing this horrific event through the lens of John’s camera, saw everything first hand. As the flames poured off from the stranger John’s body was rolled over and forced against the camera, the audience got to see the cameraman’s face liquefying on live television and the distance screams fade away before everything went fuzzy, and the live feed was lost.
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