Looking back on the events ever since this morning, I have to say, circumstances like these were not expected by my unsuspecting psyche. Let me fact-check some things:
Firstly, my Pops irresponsibly asked for me a treacherous and difficult journey concerning about rocks that may have caused the exhaustion and the very life of every normal girl in the entire world if they are doing the said quest! Next, I just happened to have an untimely "peek" on the face of Count Death as I just experienced a strong quake in a dark cavern! Lastly, if it weren't for my friend, I would've been a multhos in no time!!!
And now, of all of the things that happened in the wake of my troublesome quest, we happen to face this weirdo.
"He~he… Fufufu!!!" the man laughed maniacally as he advanced his foot in front of us, dashing through with his sword. I have to say, even though he's covered in a hood, his cold yet maniacal laughter can still be heard clearly.
As he was rushing forward, everything went flashy as there was an intense burst of flare that interjected on the fast skirmish between me and the man. I did not catch everything that unfolded in front of me frame-by-frame, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Roy blocking the man's sword with his own. The sound of the winds and the embers of flames from their respective swords can be clearly heard.
*CLANG!* the sound of two metals in contact reverberated in the thick trees of the dark forest.
Roy's sword was set ablaze and became the source of orange light that lit the dark pathway as he was looking at the man, seriously and furiously. The man however, was looking confidently, a taunting smug plastered on his face.
Look at this scenario… Isn't this rather serious and dangerous yet laughable at the same time?
Especially concerning at that smug face of that swordsman.
"HO? You are coming at me, tiger?" ninku-something said tauntingly. "Well, even so…"
The two exchanged blows after blows. The flash of their skirmishes every time their swords are contacting create a blitz. Not only that, but since Roy's sword is ablaze, each of the contact produced small embers that swiveled on the dark.
It was truly a spectacle.
"MUAHAHA!" ninju-whatever laughs naughtily while exchanging blows with Roy. Every now and then, they seem to create some small opening into each other and even so, it looks that the both of them are evenly matched… Personally, I may say that this "enigmatic" man is quite good in offensive arts of his blade while Roy, from whatever reason, is uncharacteristically in the defensive stance while they are fighting. I may say that Roy is finding the right cha-
Wait…
Why am I just watching?! Shouldn't I do something to help Roy?!
Waking myself up due to the eye-catching spectacle that took my attention for the previous minutes, I shouted at Roy to be careful. Looking back at me while flailing his Flamberge, he shot a reassuring smile at me- his face alit on the blazes of his own "legendary" sword. Suddenly, when he managed to look again and focus on the fight, I noticed that the flare raised even further on the body of his blade and it engulfed the entire sword, doubling the height of the blazes compared from earlier. The now-auburn aura of the sword illuminated the dark forest and engulfed them in light: due to his sword.
In "light" of this events, Roy shot up to his sword, assumed his fighting stance seemingly ready to fight, and shouted:
"I beckon thee: Gugurang! The fang of volcano!!!"
While both of their swords are locked with one another, Roy's big and blazing sword exploded in big and bright combustion of pure flames that overwhelmed me.
Whatever those words that Roy uttered, I do not want to know their respective meanings; all I that I know is that he used those terms to turn the tides of their clash.
Oh, right. The folks call it the "Beckoning". What is that, you may ask? I honestly have no idea.
As for his opponent though, Mr. Ninjukazi dodged the fire by jumping away from the split-second of the explosion. Due to his sudden push, the man was suddenly turned aback by the force of the flames and took some time to recompose himself.
"What's the matter? Do not tell me that this is the limit of your swordsmanship?" Roy taunted him by asking.
No reply.
"I finally understand the circumstances now." Roy said while still keeping his stance up. "You went to my friend's smithy in order to ask for "something" due to some reason that is sinister. However, both of the founders are not there and instead, you talked on the apprentice of the smithy! When you are not getting the information that you desire, you exited the smithy and looked elsewhere! As fate may bring it, now that we have crossed paths, you seem to be interested of what my friend here is carrying, is it not?" he said declaring his motives one-by-one.
"Ho? And what may be that "thing" I want from the lady, if I may ask?" Nijakukaku laughed.
"It is the azurite the you wanted, correct?" he replied straightforwardly.
"HUAHAHA! Interesting! But see here boy, you are neither correct nor wrong! I just happened to be curious on what she may be hiding there. Now do not get me wrong, besides from the fact that I take pride from my distinguished style of sword arts, I am also an excellent gentleman and will not mutilate a lovely lady if they will bound to follow my commands." He said elegantly while smiling, a tinge of murderous intent in his voice.
Hey, stop it. If you're going to be a murderer like that, stop saying those terrifying words with that accent. Especially, the way of speaking only nobles and kings are capable of sounding of.
"What do you say, oh fair Lady? ~" he said looking at me. His sword now pointed in my direction.
Hey come now, I'm not that much of an idiot to irresponsibly discard the very thing that I have put a tremendous effort on. I admit, I'm a little ticked off about the fact that because of these minerals, I experienced a life-threatening and traumatic experience but to put it truly…
"I refuse." I said in a terse manner.
Seriously, you seem to be a strong and capable man. If you want a sack of stones to polish your emerald sword, go get them yourself! The nerve of some people in this day and age, it is revolting and downright embarrassing!
"Ha…" Mr. Razorfang laughed, lost-spirited in tone. "HAHA… I see. Then, I change my mind." He recomposed his posture and regained his usual oddity that he was presenting earlier. Though this time, something is a little strange.
Well, strang-ER.
He raised his right hand alongside with his green sword at hand and coldly remarked: "You see, there was a change in plans and now, I am running out of time. Given the situation that two brats such as yourselves are giving this famed spy a hard time on fulfilling this business-…"
Hoi mister, look who is talking. Exactly who was the one causing the trouble here?
"I'm going to break free of this conundrum, ninjakuza-style!" he said while regaining his smile, more daring and bold than the last time.
Razorfang, while his sword raised on the darkness of the blue sky- the moon under the tip of its blade, took some time posing on his current stance when he said something similar and familiar on Roy's words:
"I beckon thee: Amihan! Northern mistral!!!"
Miss-what? I really have to admit, it is already understandable that I can sense a weirdness off of this Razorfang, but I did not expect that the words that are escaping from his mouth are nothing less like him.
As I was thinking, the lively wind blew upward from the same direction as the sword of our enemy. The wind was breezy and I can totally feel the coldness for every sound of the air moving from my two ears. It took some time but as it accumulated, the breezy wind that was supposed to be not found from earlier, charged itself on the blade and now created a small and visible gust of blue winds.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Razorfang was no longer standing on the same ground where he was before.
Before I can look at it, he was already in my back.
Oh no… Am I going to…
In that moment, as if, the world turned completely slow. The passage of time seemed to have frozen- no to be accurate, the world was still moving, but was waxed with blue haze and everything was moving in an unnatural slow rate. Is this a dream? It cannot be since I can be sure that I am still conscious. Everything seemed surreal though, as I was put into a world where everyone in my sight went cold and sluggish. As I was looking, I beheld the very sword of Razorfang and is about to touch my unsuspecting throat. Its blade is not engulfed in blue gusts anymore as I managed to peek in close-to-close on the color and metallic makeup of its blade. Wait a second… what am I thinking?! Am I seriously thinking about this when I am seconds away to have another look at Count Death's face?!
Wait… what is something that just clung on into me? As if that "something" was inserted inside of me.
My imagination it may be, my lower body started to glow with azurite shade and I was back into reality.
In a split second- a moment away before my throat will be filleted, Roy once again blocked the blow into my front with a swirling blaze of fire on his trails. As if everything happened in a blink of an eye, the aftereffects of that bursting movement of Razorfang recoiled with the wind gusting in front of us. The wind was extremely massive that it is still blowing freely but not destructively.
Clashing of two blades once again, the sounds of them intact created sparkles of little light and flames bursting outside.
Looking at the both of them now, both of the two seemed to be serious. Looking at Roy, he seemed to be irater than usual, while at Mr. Razorfang, for some odd reason, seemed to be serious- his cocky smug is nowhere to be found.
Perhaps because of the failure of his attempt on murdering me…
In this exchange, Roy suddenly spoke up.
"It's over, criminal. I'll make the winds your enemy tonight!" he said triumphantly.
His blade once again shot up with blazes from its very body but compared earlier, the blazes are rather hotter and if may I may add, more dangerous than usual. Through this sudden burst and intense heat, it was as if the whole forest was set on invisible flames and the blue skies earlier were tinged in orange due to the intensity of his fires.
C-could it be? That's it! He's trying to cancel the breeze of air created by the sword of Razorfang by igniting the temperature of the atmosphere around us!
While the cold chill of the wind is no more, the movement of the gust created from the blade of our enemy was still active though it was transformed into hot air that was swiveling and prickling on my skin.
Razorfang's face became red as well as he was fumed by anger while still being locked on the blade of Roy.
Suddenly, through the piling insurgence of heat created by the Flamberge, Roy's mouth made some shapes, as if he was saying something.
"I… beckon thee… Ahura!!! Atash slash!!!
What was he saying???
Regardless of his words, the effects of those sounds he uttered created a white line of flames, doubling the height of his sword with the aforementioned flames that shot up in the sky. Following the stroke of Roy downward, as if punishing a culprit with a sacred fire, the flames engulfed the direction of Razorfang and broke free the locks of their two blades while sending him off flying in a branch of a tree.
With the burst of intensive crimson-white flames, our enemy was overpowered not just with the flames of Roy, but with the very winds he created.
On that same moment, I remembered a little saying. What was it again?
Oh! I believe it goes along the lines of: "You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed."
Or in this case, for what have you mastered!
It was at that moment, looking at the limping body of Razorfang engulfed in small embers of white flame, he was unconscious.
It's over huh.
Swords are extremely scary.
That's why I hate them myself!
But this time, it saved me from impending death it seems…
Ignoring Razorfang as he seemed to have lost consciousness, I ran to Roy who was kneeling on the ground. I may not be aware of the sword techniques and natures of them, but from what I saw from earlier, that move of Roy must have been tolling for him. When I offered my shoulder for him to lean on, he said some words while panting…
"Ugh… Ha-Haaa… Did you see that, Tori? Aren't I cool or what?" he said boastfully.
"Yeah… yeah, Coolshots come on now, let us call the leaguesmen to turn that creep over." I said to him with a mixture of annoyance and worry.
Not to mention, looking at the unconscious weirdo hanging on the branch of the tree like that, I think I'm done for today.
"Wait, let me correct that. I'm not cool. Let me rephrase that! I am 'hot', huh? Hahaha-ha." he said, his obnoxiousness ever-increasing per second.
"Hey, I do not want to hit a friend especially when they are on a weakened state so save your 'hot' punchlines later… wait, Roy, you are so hot!" I shouted when I placed my right hand in his forehead.
"See? I told you I'm hot!"
*SMACK*
"Awww! What was that for?! Are you trying to kill me?!" he yowled at me.
"I'm talking about your body temperature! You have a high fever!" I said, presenting the reality to him. I gently put my hand on his forehead to double-check and indeed, his temperature skyrocketed.
"Oh, right. I may have overdone it a bit huh, ha~ha" Roy said in a tired but playful voice in a point that he might be delirious.
Seriously, you…
In the end, I tried to help Roy to get up since he doesn't have the strength to stand up much to his disappointment to hide it. Due to my forcefulness, I made him lean on my shoulder when he put everything that he was carrying even the very sword that he used to combat that "creep".
Speaking of that guy, I wonder if he's still out of it-
Oh, we've done it.
....
The unconscious body of Razorfang disappeared when I tend to the direction of Roy...
The early breeze of the winds swept in our bodies once again.