Kevin's mind raced as he struggled to piece together the events of the previous night, his thoughts colliding like crashing waves against the shores of his memory. How had he ended up in such a battered state, confined to the sterile confines of his gleaming dorm room? The silence within was a stark contrast to the cacophony outside, where the clanging of metal against metal reverberated through the air, stubbornly refusing to dissipate.
With a sudden jolt, his mind transported him back to the chaotic scene of the bar, his body hurtling through the wreckage of shattered furniture and broken shards of alcohol-stained glass. Each fragment pierced his skin like fiery needles, eliciting a searing pain that made him cry out in a mixture of anguish and determination. Rising to his feet, he clutched his sword tightly, its polished surface gleaming as it caught the rays of light filtering through the bar's turmoil. He took deep, steadying breaths, preparing himself to face his own brother.
Karlin, his eyes filled with disdain, scoffed with a flick of his wrist, sending three flashes of fury slicing through the air. Standing beside him were Professor Ozpin and Kevin's best friend Sam, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and shock, hesitant to intervene in the escalating fight. On the sidelines, the associates of Karlin's nefarious Salem organization watched, their features obscured by ninja attire, blending seamlessly into the shadows. Their dark uniforms bore a hint of crimson red, a symbolic representation of a blood-stained tiger's eye, its sharp teeth a testament to their predatory nature as hunters drenched in the blood of their prey.
Kalrin, wielding his two gleaming katanas, and Kevin, gripping his trusty sword, charged at each other within the battered remains of the bar. Their clash was swift and explosive, the clash of their swords reverberating through the air like the searing clash of molten metal. Blades collided with such force that sparks flew, and both combatants swiftly maneuvered, their movements a blur.
Karlin grunted as he pursued Kevin, his two katanas slashing through the air in a daring jump attack. Kevin groaned as he parried the onslaught, the impact driving him several feet backward. Seizing his newfound speed, Kevin leaped forward, delivering a series of swift strikes that tested Karlin's defenses. Karlin expertly parried each sword strike with one of his katanas, stepping back gracefully to maintain his momentum and footing. The ferocity of their exchange intensified, with Kevin launching a backhand spin attack aimed at Karlin's legs, attempting to sweep his sword low. Karlin, however, leaped over the sword's path, countering with an uppercut that sent Kevin back to his feet. In a display of agility, Kevin executed a spinning right-hand sword swish aimed at Karlin's face. Karlin deftly weaved back, countering with a close-range knee jab, exploiting Kevin's momentary opening. Kevin groaned, momentarily airborne, as Karlin launched a dual sword slash at him. Kevin's footwork and quick reflexes allowed him to parry but pushed him a few more feet back, throwing off his balance.
Kevin grunted, falling to his knees, as Karlin advanced with a spinning edge sword attack. Kevin, channeling his inner ballerina, engaged in a mid-level sword whirlpool, skillfully parrying each spinning strike from Karlin. The clash continued, with grunts and groans accompanying the relentless exchange of metal upon metal, resembling a blazing gunfight. The clash reached its peak as both combatants were sent flying several feet back from each other, the impact resonating through the air.
Kevin, propelled by his jump, landed a hit on Karlin, forcing him to step back. Karlin, using one of his katanas to parry, pushed Kevin back, maintaining his ground. The two engaged in a relentless exchange of blows, uppercuts, thrusts, and jabs, keeping each other on their toes. Each strike carried the weight of their determination, their jaws clashing with bone-breaking force after every hit. Kevin tried to keep up, weaving, dodging, and counter-attacking, but Karlin's skill was formidable. Kevin received an elbow strike to his arms and a sword hit to his rear, further pushing him back. Kevin was momentarily on the defensive, but he quickly recovered, executing a large slide step to smash his sword downward. Kevin then charged at Karlin with renewed vigor, engaging in a symphony of sword clashes that grew louder with each strike. In a display of agility, Karlin executed a limbo-like maneuver, slicing through the air and slicing Kevin's body in half. With a swift backflip, Karlin landed gracefully, katanas clashing with Kevin's sword as they struggled, each aiming to deliver a fatal blow.
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Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18
FantasyKevin, a frail and powerless boy, yearned for strength and sought revenge. One fateful day, his dormant ability, known as his semblance, awakened, unveiling its true potential. Empowered with a unique ability to steal powers, Kevin embarks on an unw...
