*you look around. it remihds you of paradox space minus the images of your fears and worst memories. if this is paradox space, then its a maze. you sit and focus your ninja powers and prepare. then you strike at the area behind you, your sword points centimeters from the she trolls throat.*
do i win yet?
>you squeal with glee as you’re tossed aside
despite the bruise, you’re having fun
OOOO)(~ YOU’R—-E A FUNNY ON—-E!
>you lurch yourself onto him and knock him on his back, you lick the side of his jaw leaving a small smear of blood there
T—ELL YA)( W)(AT!?~
>you whisper in his ear
if you make this difficult for me, i just might let you live!
)(—-E )(—E )(—-E!
>you leap off of him while laughing hysterically
I’LL GIV—-E YOU A COUNT OF T—-EN TO RUN LOW BLOOD~
*you get up and with ninja speed copy her action. you tackle her to the ground and pin her. for irony, you lick her cheek up to her eye.*
whats there to run from? tell you what, you get one cut on me, and ill let you eat me, but if i cut you first… well… lets just say itll be my treat.
*you jump off and land a good 20 feet back.*
>you relish in fights to the death
you wipe off the access blood from the last prey
T—ELL M—-E )(UMAN? )(OW DO YOU TAST—-E?
)(—-E )(—E )(—-E!
>you pounce again
*you knock her away once again. then swing and hit her back with the broad non-sharp end of your sword.*
lets just say im best served cool. but i may be too strong for you.
>you slowly maneuver your way through the leafy scenery and come upon a pale haired dude. you smell the air and shiver. too cool for your nose.
you notice his sword in his hand, glinting in the pale morning light
you pull out your 2x3dent and ready to pounce
you count to three
1
2
3!
YOU ATTACK
*you block the attack with your massive sword. you use it to throw the female troll back several yards. you stand in a defensive pose, not wanting to strife but ready to if you must.*
the fuck was that for?
>you jump out of the ferns and quickly take down a large hop beast<
>your mouth is covered in blood and you grimace
you hate resorting to simply beasts but some of the trolls have left the area, aware of your presence near the ocean
you stop in your tracks
you smell something foreign
*you walk along the coastal ocean, broad sword in hand. you walk down the long beaches in search of clues leading to your bro. you hear a rustling in the leaves.*
*He took hold of the hand and gave it a firm shake.*
I suppose you are speaking of me.
well youre the only one in this area with a sword…
*you grab your broad swords handle with one hand and smirk.*
…besides me that ive seen in a long time. may i ask why youre out here anyway?
*He raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed. Though his Japanese sounded rather… forced and choppy, at least he knew the language and was respectful. But, the teen seemed to have a difficult time pronouncing the words fluidly, so Jack made it easier on him and responded in English.*
I am Jack. Samurai Jack.
*you hold out your hand respectfully.*
nice to meet you jack. im dave strider, and lately, ive been hearing rumors of a man wandering the desert skilled with the sword.
*you glance at his blade.*
i dont suppose you know who it may be?
*Jack had been walking through this desert for what seemed like days. It was blistering out here, though he was used to such harsh conditions at this point in his journey. He wore his straw hat over his head to keep him cool.
Eventually, a blonde haired teen walked up to him and asked for his name. Though the foul language he used had offended the samurai. He furrowed his brow and continued walking, ignoring the rude boy.*
*you question why this man ignored you. you could tell he wasnt your bro, his hair was too dark and his chin too… square. you did however notice his blade, which interested you. you recognized it was japanese in origin and some how seemed familiar. in case he didnt speak english, you speak japanese.*
あなたの名前の剣士は何ですか
