Genesis

Chapter 14

A tremendous glow eminates from Jarad's body as he utters his attack, the very light blinding Duiguid. Then there was an intense burst of light. So powerful was the light, that all who were there had to screen their eyes from it, which in itself wasn't of much help. Then finally, all became clear. Everyone, even Mi looked on intensely to see what had happened. As the dust settled what she saw made her question what really happened. For there, the two duelist were standing, unscathed and unharmed. Then she noticed something. Affixed to Duiguid's chest was a small golden plate with Beta symbols written on it.

Duiguid was staring at the gold plate and wondering what it was. "What is this?" he demanded.

"This move is my tactic for punishing the enemy. This is my secondary technique: Gold Rush. I sacrifice my remaining energy to deal maximum damage to my opponent repeatedly. It'll be all over soon." Then it happened. An immense burst of pain shot through Duiguid's body, the momentum forcing him to the ground. Never before had he experienced such intense pain. Was even possible to still have feeling after this? The feeling was a strange one. For though he had the power to move, the pain would restrict him from doing so. Was there any way out? Duiguid knelt and pressed against his sword. "There must be a way."

Elsewhere, leaves crumble and moan as the priest traverses through a field of Sakura trees. The spectalce was awe-inspiring, but that wasn't what had caught the priest attention. He looked to the left. "You've been following me since I left the Lycan at the village. How long do you intend to keep up this charade?" No response. Nothing could be seen with the exception of the sakura blossoms blowing gracefully through the wind. Then a sudden blade is seen flying toward the priest. He then proceeded with artful skill to snatch the blade from within the air and throw it back. The balde wasn't far before it was grabbed by a young female in tight pink clothing with white hair and a flowing cloth covering half her face from view. She bore three swords and two guns. "Hello Makita." the priest said. "Even without emotion I can still say that you've yet learn how to dance. Please leave. I've more important things to do than fulfill someone's lust for revenge."

"Don't act as if you know me." Makita snapped back. "Look at you. Standing there in what was once the most respected wear of this world. Yet you kill for your own goals! When will you stop?"

The priest answered. "Here's a better question. You have been trying to kill me for over 4 centuries. Don't you intend to stop? Makita withdrew the cloth from her face, which was desingned with bladed edges. The priest just stood there, his long purple-black hair blowing faintly in the calm wind. Then she struck. A clean hit was made. When she looked again however, she saw that her cloth was creviced between a tree and not the priest's chest. He was behind her. She struck again but missed. It seemed apparent to her that he had no true intention of fighting back. This angered her even more. "Don't insult me!" she yelled. "Fight!"

"No."

She slashed at the priest in vain. Regardless of her stance, no matter how many styles she knew, all seemed pointless. She threw herself at him as they moved through the Sakura, and no matter how close she became, it still wasn't close enough. She stopped and landed amongst some of the saprolings. The priest did the same. Then she began to withdraw her swords. "So it appears." said the priest. "The one and only reason I've yet to kill you. The Kochou-Ittou. The finest blades known even now as the most cherished creation of the Chamelea." And saying that wasn't just for show. The blades of these swords were created by absorbing steel particles in the air and then with help of a magnetic force and some heat, they were condensed into blades. Also, because of the magnetism, it also held an electrical charge. Both parties just stood there, Makita staring down the priest, whereas he just stared into the open sky. She attacked. Her movements this time around were more fluid and the priest knew this meant she had been training. He dodged but something happened. Her blade seemed to be getting closer upon every attempted hit. As he moved through the Sakura her final attack proved suceesful somewhat, as it severed a bit of the priest's hair. He landed out of the canopy of trees. Makita shifted her swords and sent them after him. Then he noticed that the swords were getting bigger, each absorbing more stell particles as it hurled itself towards him. Both pierced the area where was standing, and though both were dodged, the priest was now unable to move. Makita landed, her face aglow with the thought of victory. She withdrew her final sword from its sheath, its glow shining fiercely. "This is the end!" She chraged at the priest, her blade going straight through this time. Then came something shocking. The priest's body broke and scattered into nothing but Sakura blossoms. A make-shift clone. "You still lack the talent to dance." said a voice behind her. She turned around, her face engulfed in disbelief as well as rage. She ran at him, blind with furry. "Why won't you die?!"