Post by Tatsumura Masamune on Jul 11, 2008 11:52:34 GMT -5
The skies were black, , broken only by the flashes of lightning that ripped from the sky to tear at the earth. The flashes of light showed the ground. The once lush green fields that stood, were now a river of blood. The scorched trees, burned by both magic and the fury of nature cast a light over the valley were the two armies battled each other. Armies that fought not for good and evil, or for honor and glory, but simply for the right to exist. This was hell, this was a warrior's heaven, this was the end of all things.
In the mist of the battle, several flashes are made out, followed by a wall of ice crushing warriors. Masamune looked about, holding Murasame in hand. The blade was more then willing to cut through the endless hordes of orc, drow, knights, and any other manner of creature that crossed the path of the Shogun. Then it happened. Across the battlefield Masamune met eyes with another warrior, a warrior of equal worth, a Samurai.
The two moved towards each other, laying waste to all that stood in their paths. After a few moments, the armies parted, the feeling of something that they should stay out off coming over all.
The two samurai stopped a hundred yards from each other, and dropped to their knees, bowing in deep respect to each other. They both stood and contiued to walk. The surrounding warriors stopped fighting, taking in what was about to happen. Several people had pushed their way into the opening to see what was happening, including King Isen, Tari, Zigler, and Fuuma Kotaro, all covered in the blood of their enemies.
The two stopped mere feet from each other, bowing low to each other once again. Then the words rang out clear. One stands there with only his haidate on, the other in full o-yoroi.
"I am Tatsumura Yuuichiro Masamune, decendant of Kakita, the greatest duelist to ever live, and Shogun of the Tou Fuu Shogunate."
"I am Akiyama Seichiro Mitsusada, founder of the Akiyama Clan."
The two readied thier katanas, having discarded all other weapons. They both assumed their stances, pearing into each others soul. The once roaring battle stood in silence, the tension in the air, almost oppressive to the on lookers. The two samurai almost seemed to glow as they continued to focus their ki. The field was dead silent.
A branch snaps from a burning tree.....
At the noise, the two launch at each other, drawing their katanas going for that perfect killing strike. The blades clash against each other, bending under the preesure of the attack. The clash almost seems to shake the earth beneath them, and radiates the released energy in all directions. They both quickly recover, launching into various attacks.
They fight in a very similar matter. They slash, thrust, and kick, only to be blocked, parried, and countered. They are evenly matched. It is as if they are both fighting a mirror of themselves. The slightest mistake on either's part, and they are dead.
The battle contiues on for waht seems like days, but has truly only been a matter of moments. Seichiro makes a instep thrust after a parry. This is his moment, but he hits nothing but air. He looks to his left, and Masamune's katana crushes his kote and sode. They both jump back. Masamune currently untoched, and Seichiro's arm armor has been destroyed. They both raise thier blades and launch at each other again.
They remain even, clashing back and forth. Seichiro comes in with a high shot at Masamune's shoulder. Masamune blocks it easily, and sees his opening, but something is wrong. The attack is stronger then he predicts, and his parry has halted his chance to counter. The two both raise their blades as they both see the same opening on the other. A flash is all that is seen by the on lookers.
They stand on opposite sides of each other, facing away. They both turn, looking at each other. In order, what has just occured becomes obvious. First, Masamune's kimono splits where it has been hit. Next, Seichiro's do cracks open, revealing where he has been hit. Finally, Masamune's chest and stomach explode in a eruption of blood. He falls to his hands and knees. He tries to stand up, only to spit up more blood. He feels his life slip away, and his now souless husk of a body crumbles to the blood red earth beneth him. Seichiro knees down, and bows in deep respect. A bolt of lighting rips from the sky and strikes the two.....
Masamune wakes up in a cold sweat. He looks around and realizes he is still in his bed. He takes a deep breath, and thinks about what he had just seen. Was it a dream, or a vision. Either way, Masamune knew that he wust prepare for whatever comes.
This is my recounting of my duel at Rag. Those that have any battle stories from Rag are free to add them to this.
In the mist of the battle, several flashes are made out, followed by a wall of ice crushing warriors. Masamune looked about, holding Murasame in hand. The blade was more then willing to cut through the endless hordes of orc, drow, knights, and any other manner of creature that crossed the path of the Shogun. Then it happened. Across the battlefield Masamune met eyes with another warrior, a warrior of equal worth, a Samurai.
The two moved towards each other, laying waste to all that stood in their paths. After a few moments, the armies parted, the feeling of something that they should stay out off coming over all.
The two samurai stopped a hundred yards from each other, and dropped to their knees, bowing in deep respect to each other. They both stood and contiued to walk. The surrounding warriors stopped fighting, taking in what was about to happen. Several people had pushed their way into the opening to see what was happening, including King Isen, Tari, Zigler, and Fuuma Kotaro, all covered in the blood of their enemies.
The two stopped mere feet from each other, bowing low to each other once again. Then the words rang out clear. One stands there with only his haidate on, the other in full o-yoroi.
"I am Tatsumura Yuuichiro Masamune, decendant of Kakita, the greatest duelist to ever live, and Shogun of the Tou Fuu Shogunate."
"I am Akiyama Seichiro Mitsusada, founder of the Akiyama Clan."
The two readied thier katanas, having discarded all other weapons. They both assumed their stances, pearing into each others soul. The once roaring battle stood in silence, the tension in the air, almost oppressive to the on lookers. The two samurai almost seemed to glow as they continued to focus their ki. The field was dead silent.
A branch snaps from a burning tree.....
At the noise, the two launch at each other, drawing their katanas going for that perfect killing strike. The blades clash against each other, bending under the preesure of the attack. The clash almost seems to shake the earth beneath them, and radiates the released energy in all directions. They both quickly recover, launching into various attacks.
They fight in a very similar matter. They slash, thrust, and kick, only to be blocked, parried, and countered. They are evenly matched. It is as if they are both fighting a mirror of themselves. The slightest mistake on either's part, and they are dead.
The battle contiues on for waht seems like days, but has truly only been a matter of moments. Seichiro makes a instep thrust after a parry. This is his moment, but he hits nothing but air. He looks to his left, and Masamune's katana crushes his kote and sode. They both jump back. Masamune currently untoched, and Seichiro's arm armor has been destroyed. They both raise thier blades and launch at each other again.
They remain even, clashing back and forth. Seichiro comes in with a high shot at Masamune's shoulder. Masamune blocks it easily, and sees his opening, but something is wrong. The attack is stronger then he predicts, and his parry has halted his chance to counter. The two both raise their blades as they both see the same opening on the other. A flash is all that is seen by the on lookers.
They stand on opposite sides of each other, facing away. They both turn, looking at each other. In order, what has just occured becomes obvious. First, Masamune's kimono splits where it has been hit. Next, Seichiro's do cracks open, revealing where he has been hit. Finally, Masamune's chest and stomach explode in a eruption of blood. He falls to his hands and knees. He tries to stand up, only to spit up more blood. He feels his life slip away, and his now souless husk of a body crumbles to the blood red earth beneth him. Seichiro knees down, and bows in deep respect. A bolt of lighting rips from the sky and strikes the two.....
Masamune wakes up in a cold sweat. He looks around and realizes he is still in his bed. He takes a deep breath, and thinks about what he had just seen. Was it a dream, or a vision. Either way, Masamune knew that he wust prepare for whatever comes.
This is my recounting of my duel at Rag. Those that have any battle stories from Rag are free to add them to this.
