So many things had been going wrong for Soon's as of late. So many ill-forgetten creatures and people rearing their heads to bring bad will to the good people of Soon's Haven. First bandits, then sea monsters, and now it was a shadow beast clad in black armor killing without remorse or reason. Slaying merchants in cold-blood and staining the sand crimson with his misdeeds. Uri heard about these happenings through rumors alone, it was only happenstance that he was assigned the mission responsible for killing this person and putting a stop to the terror of the sands. This wasn't a peace mission, there wasn't room for making this right. An imbalance had occurred due to this person's senseless slayings of young life. Uri was prepared to address this issue with indiscriminate hostility, something he rarely ever approached a situation with. Everything took careful consideration before making a final move, but this had to be acted upon so that no more lives would be lost. One in exchange for the potential hundreds that he could kill would be for the best.
This time Uri left through the gates of the village to find his target. This was done on purpose. This was to make a statement: That he would withstand the diamond stands without any trouble and then find this troublemaker and give him the same defiance. The storm seemed disturbed, more than usual, like it hungered to consume life. As he traversed the sands and made his way south, he made haste not wanting to waste any time. Once he finally broke the veil and saw the merchant's paths in the distance, he could see something happening right then. Swiftly, he rushed ahead, gloves already peeled off with the intent to harm. As he ran, hands down to his side, small lumps of clay and glassy black rock dropped to the ground. Soon after they rose into the sky, white and black winged creatures that followed his pursuit, but so unassuming that no one would pay them a second thought. Nearing the scene, clones arose from the sands, splitting off in every which direction as he closed in. The tall black figure stood imposing, wielding a massive black cleaver that matched his armor. In his hand was a struggling man, and near him was his family, bundled up in fear and weeping for their father's life. Taking a deep breath, Uri rushed in and tackled the monster at his waist, knocking him off balance long enough for his clones to sweep in and clear away the merchant and his family. Before they moved any further, he pushed off of the heavy armor and landed a few yards away. The blow had only not the attacker off-kilter long enough for him to straighen up and spot his new opponent.
"If you want so badly to fight, then have a worthy opponent."<i></i>
At these words, the dark figure was enveloped in an explosion that blew the sands in gusts. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed the clay deposits that had worked themselves into his armor from when Uri had made contact. While Uri had thought it was a substantial blow, he knew better than to assume it would be so easy. A rush of air came from the dust cloud and the black figure was soon enough him. The cleaver came down and bisected the wagon behind him, Uri narrowly avoiding the attack. Despite being large and heavily armored, it moved as fast as any shinobi did.
Suddenly, his clones came from all sides and clung to the terror, melting and shaping to form a cocoon around him. It was clear as he struggled underneath it that he would break free soon. Leaping back a good thirty yards, he watched as the numerous birds he created earlier drove themselves into the fleshy clay pod surrounding the killer. As they dug into the mass, Uri watched in careful observation as the attacker fought to get free. When the last bird hit, his hands glowed briefly and the black armored slayer was consumed in hellfire. Uri waiting, alert and watching for any signs that whatever it was had survived. When the dust had settled a few moments later, he saw the glass patch where the monster had last stood, shattered pieces of his armor encased in translucent spikes that were jutting out from the surface. It was clear, that whatever it was no longer existed on this plane.
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Word Count: 748
This time Uri left through the gates of the village to find his target. This was done on purpose. This was to make a statement: That he would withstand the diamond stands without any trouble and then find this troublemaker and give him the same defiance. The storm seemed disturbed, more than usual, like it hungered to consume life. As he traversed the sands and made his way south, he made haste not wanting to waste any time. Once he finally broke the veil and saw the merchant's paths in the distance, he could see something happening right then. Swiftly, he rushed ahead, gloves already peeled off with the intent to harm. As he ran, hands down to his side, small lumps of clay and glassy black rock dropped to the ground. Soon after they rose into the sky, white and black winged creatures that followed his pursuit, but so unassuming that no one would pay them a second thought. Nearing the scene, clones arose from the sands, splitting off in every which direction as he closed in. The tall black figure stood imposing, wielding a massive black cleaver that matched his armor. In his hand was a struggling man, and near him was his family, bundled up in fear and weeping for their father's life. Taking a deep breath, Uri rushed in and tackled the monster at his waist, knocking him off balance long enough for his clones to sweep in and clear away the merchant and his family. Before they moved any further, he pushed off of the heavy armor and landed a few yards away. The blow had only not the attacker off-kilter long enough for him to straighen up and spot his new opponent.
"If you want so badly to fight, then have a worthy opponent."<i></i>
At these words, the dark figure was enveloped in an explosion that blew the sands in gusts. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed the clay deposits that had worked themselves into his armor from when Uri had made contact. While Uri had thought it was a substantial blow, he knew better than to assume it would be so easy. A rush of air came from the dust cloud and the black figure was soon enough him. The cleaver came down and bisected the wagon behind him, Uri narrowly avoiding the attack. Despite being large and heavily armored, it moved as fast as any shinobi did.
Suddenly, his clones came from all sides and clung to the terror, melting and shaping to form a cocoon around him. It was clear as he struggled underneath it that he would break free soon. Leaping back a good thirty yards, he watched as the numerous birds he created earlier drove themselves into the fleshy clay pod surrounding the killer. As they dug into the mass, Uri watched in careful observation as the attacker fought to get free. When the last bird hit, his hands glowed briefly and the black armored slayer was consumed in hellfire. Uri waiting, alert and watching for any signs that whatever it was had survived. When the dust had settled a few moments later, he saw the glass patch where the monster had last stood, shattered pieces of his armor encased in translucent spikes that were jutting out from the surface. It was clear, that whatever it was no longer existed on this plane.
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Word Count: 748