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RE: Another Happy Landing - Zephyranthes - 02-04-2016
Closing his eyes, Yoshitsune concentrated. He had one shot to end this duel decisively, and possibly even in such a way that he didn't kill the woman. She knew who he was and what he looked like, which meant that she had to be high up in the ranks of the Exiles to possess such knowledge. There was only one woman he knew of that would know who he was among them, and that was due to an earlier conversation about some prisoners. No... It couldn't be Sakuma. She wouldn't risk herself just as foolishly out here. With a deep breath he dispelled the thoughts from his mind, and focused on the present.
The ashen wind blew through his raven hair, sending the cinders of conflict high into the midnight clouds above. As the moonlight danced playfully with the firelight, a certain calm seemed to pass over Yoshitsune. He saw his enemy without actually seeing her. There was an indescribable sensation of cognizance that flowed through his mind like the ripples of a koi fish swimming through a pond. Her breathing was heavy, and despite her proud boast of martial prowess and willing self-sacrifice, it was almost as if he could physically feel the death throes of a suffering tiger lashing out within her. She claimed she was ready for death, but some lingering, biting feeling in the back of his head told him otherwise. She was a survivor, and death was the last thing she would ever desire to suffer.
Yoshitsune slowly readied himself in a long-practiced stance, right foot forward, his left hand on a small trigger on the sheath, and his right hand hanging in the air immediately in front of his hilt. Sparks in the air flickered and died as the fires twitched and rescinded around them. There was so little left to burn on the island that the fires had already begun to consume themselves. The debris of the destruction would eventually settle and perhaps one day, the land would see life yet again. Such was the way of nature, and such was the way of all existence. And in that moment, Yoshitsune felt a quiet confidence. Some duels were decided in the first move. And some were won before they even began.
"I have already seen the outcome of this duel, Exile. I hope you are as prepared as I am to face it," he declared, opening his eyes and locking on to where he presumed his opponent's own pair would be past the visor. His gaze was intense and echoed with a silent fury kept down through rigorous control and self-discipline. He was ready.
RE: Another Happy Landing - Char Aznable - 02-04-2016
Hitomi had seen this strike hundreds of times. Enemies underestimating a wounded or otherwise handicapped adversary, and going for a quick stunning blow, followed by a well-rounded slash. He stormed towards her, the blade jumping into his hand. The crimson metal cut thin air as she had already halfway rounded him, using his momentum to get behind him. Her quickness surprised even herself - after all, she was wounded lethally.
Using the advantage she got due to his surprise, she attacked him from the side. One slash followed another, the blades forming blossoms of silver and crimson when they passed each other, throwing sparks when they slid. This man was good, he truly lived up to the renown the Dragons had when it came to martial skill. Overwhelming him was out, then.
As he struck right of her, his blade went a little too far downwards. Now or never. Hitomi kicked her enemy's weapon, making a quiet 'pling' when the greave hit the blade.
"Kuso!", he shouted, realizing the opening in his defensive a moment too late. Her blade had already made it's way to him, and a fraction of a second too late he pulled his hands back. Hitomi could see his dodge, but it was impossible to correct her slash accordingly. She could see his hand opening, flesh being separated from other flesh, but before her sword hit bone, he was out of the way... And she saw the error she made. She could not win this fight, yet she had. She now would die in front of a disarmed enemy, bleed out under the eyes of a beaten foe. The last thing she mumbled and thought was very, very quiet, almost inaudible.
"Hazubeki..."
Then, everything went black.
RE: Another Happy Landing - Zephyranthes - 02-10-2016
As the woman fell, her helmet came tumbling off, revealing the mastermind of the Exiles' efforts to reinstate the Emperor: Sakuma Hitomi. A stroke of temptation crossed Yoshitsune's mind, and for a moment, he reached for his sword with his unscathed hand. But the possibility of obtaining something from her stayed his blade, and he instead felt compelled to preserve this new opportunity.
The wound in his hand stung, but a quiet smug crossed Yoshi's face as he looked at Sakuma lying defeated on the ground. The battle was already decided when he scored that hit on her from hundreds of meters away. As she fell to the ground, he reached for a small syringe in one of his pockets. It contained a small amount of emergency blood clotting and tissue regenerating solution for wounds in combat. It would eventually degenerate, but it would keep the admiral alive for the time being. Without hesitation, he injected the substance into her wound, and watched as it did its magic, sealing up the wound with a fizzing foam that soon hardened into a more fleshy form. Cringing in pain, he pulled out a more traditional medkit from the same pocket and began administering treatment to his new wound. He had held back trying to keep her alive, and even worse, let his guard down against a cornered tiger. He would not make the same mistake in the future.
RE: Another Happy Landing - Char Aznable - 02-14-2016
Hitomi stood in front of a burning palace. The smell of sulfur and burned flesh filled her nose, so strong that the usually so humid air of New Tokyo was as dry as a desert. Before her, Edo was ablaze. The towering skyscrapers of Tokyo City in the background, the golden palace turned into a smoking ruin. Screams were all around her, people ran, fought, the occasional crack of a lasgun... It was like every picture she had seen of the Sakura coup, like her worst dreams.
She slowly walked down the hill she was standing on. Just now she realized that her grave wounds were still there, and after a few steps, pain forced her down to her knees. Her hand found hold on the surface, only centimeters away from another kneeling soldier. He was dressed in red, and a flag in the same color adorned his back.
Another gaze over the dying palace showed her who was murdered here. Samurai died. She saw her own men fight side by side with the red-clad warriors showing the same crest as the man before her. Thousands of young men and women stormed their defenses, overwhelmed them with their masses. Young Kusarians, murdering the men who defended them for hundreds of years. And they all rallied under one word. "Jiyū". Freedom.
She looked in the eyes of Yoshitsune Hideyoshi, the soldier that she just had seen kneeling here. There was nothing to say. They both had failed to protect what they swore was dearest to them. There was only one thing left to do.
Hitomi nodded a final goodbye, then reached for her Wakizashi.
RE: Another Happy Landing - Zephyranthes - 02-15-2016
Yoshitsune grabbed Sakuma's limp body and tied her hands around a tree and bound her legs as such with some wire and reinforced thread. It would take quite a bit of strength and luck to break free of those restraints. Seeing his captive bound, he turned around and began making the trek around the island to investigate the two fighter wrecks for any possibility of rescue. Everything around him was just as scarred as ever, burning and thrashing in its death throes. But it was safe enough to keep moving and look further. Within an indeterminable amount of time, he finally arrived at the wreck of his Katana. The smoldering red hull panels were hot to the touch, but the gloves of the flight suit kept his hands from being burnt. The comm systems seemed to be mostly intact, and with a little work and luck, could be operable again. Heaving and tearing, he ripped out the components from the craft and brought with him a small battery to operate the radio nearer to his prisoner. After some time later, he arrived back at the landing zone. He sat down on a rather comfortable looking boulder in front Sakuma and began to fiddle with the electronic components, a slightly pained smile crossing his face.
RE: Another Happy Landing - Char Aznable - 02-21-2016
Sulfur. Heaven, how she hated the smell of Sulfur. Dreaming of a burning city, and then waking into the pained reality of a burning island. Lesser people would have faltered here. She won't.
For some inexplicable reason, Hitomi was still alive. This insolent dog of a Dragon would probably want to capture her, not even grant her the slightest notice of honour. A prisoner of war. Once again.
She hid her awakening well. A small, faked tremble like she was still dreaming - and that was what this vision had to be, right? A dream? Another, weaker one, in the same muscle group, but not the exact same movement. Like an echo. Even in this futile exercise, Hitomi strived for perfection. Keeping her eyes closed, she heard her captor curse, then the characteristic hissing of a short-circuited small device. He was trying to make his comm work. Same what she'd have done. By the sound of it, it was either unfixable, or the dragon would take his sweet time with it.
"Need help with that, 'Highness'?"
Her sarcasm was almost inaudible, just a faint bit too overpronounced. Enough to provoke a hostile reaction, but hardly enough to provide a reason to hit her. Yet.