TEKKEN 8

Chapter XXI: Propitious Shine [Part III]

"Why you little--argh!" Yoshimitsu produced a growl of frustration, then yanked the sword from Jin's body, to which the bloody man grunted at the unpleasant feeling. "This is preposterous!" Wiping the younger male's blood from his weapon of choice with two fingers, he pointed the Yoshimitsu in the soldiers' direction. "Taste the blade of my mighty sword, fodder!" He charged at the men, another battle cry of his assaulting the ears of everyone in the battlefield.

"Kill that creep!" Lucky Chloe pointed her paw at the sword wielder. A true wolf in sheep's clothing, the samurai-ninja deems the kitty girl. Shame on her! Blood will be shed to avenge his compassion treated wrongfully!

Backstabbing, literally, a soldier, he channeled his emotions through fighting, which may or may not have led to murder. He unsheathed his second sword, giving him more freedom to wound twice as many G Corp enemies.

A group of soldiers gathered in a semi circle to fire bullets at Yoshimitsu as he slashed their allies. Thanks to his telepathic specialties, a bullet was only able to stare at him in the eye before his physical form deminished into nothing. This surprised the humans with guns, aimlessly pointing their weapons at a potential target. "What the hell is he?" The blonde pop sensation placed her paws on her hips, a frown pulling down her lips.

A gasp came from the lackey next her before his scream became clogged by his own blood, a crafted piece of metal sticking out of his chest. Horror consumed her, recognizing the beating organ on the tip of the sword as the soldier's heart.

"G-Get him," her words could not escape past the lump in her throat, "he's ri-right there!" She commanded her minions, who were busy...being slain by the Manji's hand. Those who spared themselves from Yoshimitsu are currently being pummeled into oblivion by Jin Kazama, as she could see. The battered man fared well against the weak opponents, making Kazuya's shitmen look in worse shape than he did at the moment.

"Dammit!" She yelled, running towards the ninja. The kitty hurled herself over bodies until she ultimately lost her sure-footed agility to an outstretched leg, falling to her knees in front of the triumphant ninjutsu practitioner, who bested all the amateur fools who dared to cross him. There was just one fool left.

"You disappoint me, little one." He said without making eye contact, causing her to bow her head like a lectured child.  In record time, Yoshimitsu kneeled down to her level, positioning his swords below her chin in an 'X' formation, the sides of her head dangerously close to the sharp blades. Her fear could have been smelt from a mile radius at this rate.

"It would be in your best interest to go home, unless you want to suffer the same fate as your henchmen, little girl." He threatened, to which her face morphed into a glower, giving him a cold stare through her visible tears. "I'm not afraid of you, bastard."

The cold metals grazed her skin, promising damage if she had failed to watch her words. "Lying through your teeth will not do you any justice. You're terrified, aren't you?" Yoshimitsu's tentacles began to defy gravity, curling inwards and pointing the ends at her menacingly as if they were daggers.

"Many fear death, but do you, kitty girl, fear death at the hands of someone like me?"

"Enough." Jin's voice interrupted, holding his leaking stab wound as he neared the scene. At his words, the ninja broke out of his intimidating character and groaned. "Damn you, demon! I was getting to the good part..." Reluctantly sheathing his swords, Yoshimitsu stood, then crossed his arms at the raven-haired man behind him.