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+S through Z › Soul Caliber
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,349
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Soul Caliber, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
Disclaimer:
Don't own this, namco and the original creators of Soul Blade and Soul Calibur do.
Author's note:
Checked my current rating, and snickered at the 1 star. I know i'm not the best, but i'm far better than a single star. Ah well, I know the wanker who did that (I hate snipers, I really do), so it doesn't bother me all that much. Anyway, for my fans, the mystery (ok, so it wasn't much of a mystery) of how our hero will once again be put on the path of Soul Edge will be revealed. And no sex in this chapter. Hentai story, I know, but I swear, there WILL be some echii content next chapter.
Chapter 4:
Sands of Time
Ikanser vs Zasalamel
It had shocked him when Soul Edge had been mentioned in the inn in which he was staying. Unfortunately, with the wounds inflicted by Tira needed time to heal, and the short trip to the city a little further west had to wait. He had claimed vistory, but it had nearly cost him his life. Not a good exchange in his mind. It was his own fault, though. His ribs had already been broken by Rock, and that had made him to sluggish to even come close to being able to compete with her acrobatic speed. He would have to thank whichever deity had smiled upon him, and he would most definately have to watch his back for that emerald haired psychopath.
When his wounds had turned into the whitish scars, he continued on his way. He had heard information of a man who frequently visited a clock tower a few towns over. Normally, this wouldn't grab his attention all that much. It wasn't until he heard this man had detailed knowledge about Soul Edge that his interest had been sparked. With snow on the ground, and his body recovered as best as it could be, his next destination took only a short time. Well, it was only short in comparisan to his last two treks.
When he got to the city, it took only a look to the skyline to know where the clock tower was. Even in the bustle he could heard the large gears from within the clock faintly. Well, odds were the man wouldn't be there. Hell, the words he heard might have just been a rumor, and he would once again have wasted some time. It wasn't until he found the door leading up into the tower open that he had a bit of hope.
At the top, there were few ramparts in order to move around. Instead, large gears made a make shift platform. Despite the slight sense of vertigo when he stepped on the large one to the center, he wasn't heavily bothered by it. As long as he paid attention, the gears wouldn't be to much trouble. As he approached the center of the gear, he frowned. The clock tower wasn't that big, and he was running out of possible locations that the man who know about Soul Edge could be. Hearing a deep voice from far off, he looked around. It REALLY wouldn't be good if he was hearing voices. Maybe this quest was driving him insane. This was dismissed when a loud 'CLANG' caught his attention. Turning around, his jaw dropped as he saw one of the gears had apparently dislodged, and decided to introduce itself. Ikanser yelped, making a wild leap to the side. The loud crash at the bottem of the dark abyss alerted him to the gear's crash with the ground. Well, better the gear than himself.
"I was wrong about you, your better than I thought." Facing the intruder, he stood up and took in the sight. Suspicious was practicly invented for this guy. He was a large man with ebony skin. His white clothing contrasted with it, although the two things that caught his attention were the gold eye and silvery sickle that the man held. The former thief chuckled under his breath. Apparently this was the guy who knew about Soul Edge. He wondered why he wasn't shocked that the man had attacked him.
Shaking his head, he replied. "You know, sending a large gear is not a good way to make friends."
With no further pretense of formality, he unsheathed his blades and stood ready. He could tell just by the man's movements that he was a thoughtful warrior whose every movement was methodical. Once more, this would contrast with the fighters he had come against before. Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about the center of the sickle. The blunt edge would heart, but the blade at one end, and large spike at the other was all he would really have to focus on. Unfortunately, vertigo reared its head once more. This guy seemed used to the gears, and Ikanser was fighting on this guy's home field. Great, just what he needed. One false step and it was a long drop.
Keeping as close to the center as possible, he waited for the sickle weilder to make the first move. Thankfully, he was not dissapointed. With an upward, blade first strike, the large man was tried to end the battle with one shot. Ikanser countered by striking it away with one of his swords, bringing his other around at the man's midsection. It didn't surprise him in the least when the pole part of the sickle defected his shot. It did, however, when the man took a step back, once more circling Ikanser. The man was to cautious to catch him off guard, and the pole part of the sickle made a better weapon for defence than his own curved weapons. The fact that he had to keep the center didn't help matters either.
The battle continued in this manner, much to the former thief's annoyance. He was getting dizzy, and was getting just shy of totally off balance. His opponant circled him for a reason. It caused the spinning of the gear to be augmented, and he knew this battle couldn't go on longer. He had to finish it. He knew it was reckless, but he charged foward. He only heard the wind passing, and no pain whatsoever. His blade struck his opponant this time, and blood gounted from the large wound now in the large man's torso. Ikanser jumped back and took in his own wound. His eyes shot open when he didn't find one. It wasn't until sickning in his stomach, and a warmth could be felt from his cheek that he realized where the wound was. Inches from his neck, his own blood came out quicker than his opponant's. He could tell by the blood loss that he had to get it checked as soon as possible. About to retreat, his opponant smirked. "You seek the sword? The Azure Knight heads east. Catch him if you can."
Taking a step off the gear, Ikanser stepped foward and looked down into the abyss. He didn't see a body, or hear a soft sound hitting something hard. Wherever he was, the man wasn't in the clock tower any more. Feeling the urgency of his own, new wound, he left the clock tower. Once more he was forced to go to a surgeon to sow him back up. East, huh? Completely new territory. At least in Europe, he had some semblance of knowing where he was. When his wound was bound, he started after the Azure Knight, Knightmare once more.
Don't own this, namco and the original creators of Soul Blade and Soul Calibur do.
Author's note:
Checked my current rating, and snickered at the 1 star. I know i'm not the best, but i'm far better than a single star. Ah well, I know the wanker who did that (I hate snipers, I really do), so it doesn't bother me all that much. Anyway, for my fans, the mystery (ok, so it wasn't much of a mystery) of how our hero will once again be put on the path of Soul Edge will be revealed. And no sex in this chapter. Hentai story, I know, but I swear, there WILL be some echii content next chapter.
Chapter 4:
Sands of Time
Ikanser vs Zasalamel
It had shocked him when Soul Edge had been mentioned in the inn in which he was staying. Unfortunately, with the wounds inflicted by Tira needed time to heal, and the short trip to the city a little further west had to wait. He had claimed vistory, but it had nearly cost him his life. Not a good exchange in his mind. It was his own fault, though. His ribs had already been broken by Rock, and that had made him to sluggish to even come close to being able to compete with her acrobatic speed. He would have to thank whichever deity had smiled upon him, and he would most definately have to watch his back for that emerald haired psychopath.
When his wounds had turned into the whitish scars, he continued on his way. He had heard information of a man who frequently visited a clock tower a few towns over. Normally, this wouldn't grab his attention all that much. It wasn't until he heard this man had detailed knowledge about Soul Edge that his interest had been sparked. With snow on the ground, and his body recovered as best as it could be, his next destination took only a short time. Well, it was only short in comparisan to his last two treks.
When he got to the city, it took only a look to the skyline to know where the clock tower was. Even in the bustle he could heard the large gears from within the clock faintly. Well, odds were the man wouldn't be there. Hell, the words he heard might have just been a rumor, and he would once again have wasted some time. It wasn't until he found the door leading up into the tower open that he had a bit of hope.
At the top, there were few ramparts in order to move around. Instead, large gears made a make shift platform. Despite the slight sense of vertigo when he stepped on the large one to the center, he wasn't heavily bothered by it. As long as he paid attention, the gears wouldn't be to much trouble. As he approached the center of the gear, he frowned. The clock tower wasn't that big, and he was running out of possible locations that the man who know about Soul Edge could be. Hearing a deep voice from far off, he looked around. It REALLY wouldn't be good if he was hearing voices. Maybe this quest was driving him insane. This was dismissed when a loud 'CLANG' caught his attention. Turning around, his jaw dropped as he saw one of the gears had apparently dislodged, and decided to introduce itself. Ikanser yelped, making a wild leap to the side. The loud crash at the bottem of the dark abyss alerted him to the gear's crash with the ground. Well, better the gear than himself.
"I was wrong about you, your better than I thought." Facing the intruder, he stood up and took in the sight. Suspicious was practicly invented for this guy. He was a large man with ebony skin. His white clothing contrasted with it, although the two things that caught his attention were the gold eye and silvery sickle that the man held. The former thief chuckled under his breath. Apparently this was the guy who knew about Soul Edge. He wondered why he wasn't shocked that the man had attacked him.
Shaking his head, he replied. "You know, sending a large gear is not a good way to make friends."
With no further pretense of formality, he unsheathed his blades and stood ready. He could tell just by the man's movements that he was a thoughtful warrior whose every movement was methodical. Once more, this would contrast with the fighters he had come against before. Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about the center of the sickle. The blunt edge would heart, but the blade at one end, and large spike at the other was all he would really have to focus on. Unfortunately, vertigo reared its head once more. This guy seemed used to the gears, and Ikanser was fighting on this guy's home field. Great, just what he needed. One false step and it was a long drop.
Keeping as close to the center as possible, he waited for the sickle weilder to make the first move. Thankfully, he was not dissapointed. With an upward, blade first strike, the large man was tried to end the battle with one shot. Ikanser countered by striking it away with one of his swords, bringing his other around at the man's midsection. It didn't surprise him in the least when the pole part of the sickle defected his shot. It did, however, when the man took a step back, once more circling Ikanser. The man was to cautious to catch him off guard, and the pole part of the sickle made a better weapon for defence than his own curved weapons. The fact that he had to keep the center didn't help matters either.
The battle continued in this manner, much to the former thief's annoyance. He was getting dizzy, and was getting just shy of totally off balance. His opponant circled him for a reason. It caused the spinning of the gear to be augmented, and he knew this battle couldn't go on longer. He had to finish it. He knew it was reckless, but he charged foward. He only heard the wind passing, and no pain whatsoever. His blade struck his opponant this time, and blood gounted from the large wound now in the large man's torso. Ikanser jumped back and took in his own wound. His eyes shot open when he didn't find one. It wasn't until sickning in his stomach, and a warmth could be felt from his cheek that he realized where the wound was. Inches from his neck, his own blood came out quicker than his opponant's. He could tell by the blood loss that he had to get it checked as soon as possible. About to retreat, his opponant smirked. "You seek the sword? The Azure Knight heads east. Catch him if you can."
Taking a step off the gear, Ikanser stepped foward and looked down into the abyss. He didn't see a body, or hear a soft sound hitting something hard. Wherever he was, the man wasn't in the clock tower any more. Feeling the urgency of his own, new wound, he left the clock tower. Once more he was forced to go to a surgeon to sow him back up. East, huh? Completely new territory. At least in Europe, he had some semblance of knowing where he was. When his wound was bound, he started after the Azure Knight, Knightmare once more.