the curse - 1 - [rottmnt Donnie - COMPLETED]

#78

A purple glowing Katana, leaving shimmering streaks in the air, was swung furiously and relentlessly. Fast, powerful, full of experience and with a will that has endured for centuries.

The air on the plain seemed to hum, and the dust barely settled, but with every strike, with every blow, its leader realized that he had underestimated this young woman. She was faster than him and dodged every attack with a composure he had never seen before. Her eyes, black as death, looked straight through him and choked on his throat. His vision kept flickering, and he realized that this last hurdle would be the hardest he had to face.

All his experience taught him that this girl will make a mistake at some point, that she will start to underestimate him, and then he will have to strike. Hard and fast. One hit will be enough, and he would kill her! She won't be able to run away and dodge forever!

She let his Katana swish over her head again, and he clenched his teeth. His anger grew bigger and bigger. A spin and a thrust, then he felt his sword arm grabbed by her, and he was given a momentum forward. It took two long steps not to hit the dusty ground. He caught himself and turned to face her with a wild expression on his face. This girl paraded him and questioned his honor!

"I don’t know who you are…" she said, "but you're so slow, I'm getting really bored now." she pulled a pout and looked at him sadly and in disappointment.

The anger inside him just wanted to tear him apart, and he raised his free hand to hold it behind him, while he was stepping back.

An armada of cannons of all kinds built up around them, purple, transparently glowing and immediately ready for action and aimed at only one being. He knew these were the most advanced firearms of his time, heavy, fast and with great penetration power, and in the battles he had fought they had always inflicted sheer carnage on his enemies. With the heavy bullets coming from every direction, how should this demon in a woman's body dodge?

A hunch of other, far more effective weapons flashed through his mind that had something to do with the strange armor on his left forearm, but his anger was too great to deal with it now.

He grinned and saw her return it, making a 'come here' motion with her finger. His eyes flickered and he jerked his hand forward.

Hundreds of cannons fired simultaneously on Shiro.

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"What is she doing, Master? Why doesn't she attack?"

"You fool! That's not really her anymore! Let's have our master have some fun with this Hamato and don't question her intentions or behavior!"

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The ground ripped open, dust, and stones were thrown up meters high and shredded, the noise was deafening. The samurai stood nearby, grinning coldly, holding his transparent shield in front of him and gazing enraptured at the destruction his weapons were wreaking. Who needed more technically advanced weapons when his ones had exactly the effect he needed?

Nothing of her was to be seen anymore, even the stones all around, which were thrown through the air, must have become deadly projectiles from the impact of his cannons. He raised his hand and the endless bombardment stopped instantly.

The dust swirled up, but then slowly let itself be carried away by the unnatural wind that prevailed here, and slowly cleared. Nothing was to be seen. He was sure he had torn her to pieces. What should there be left of her?

Relieved and exhausted, he turned and raised his Katana to slide it back into its scabbard when he heard a chuckle.

He turned around.