"You're not ready for those... You want a sword? Hand Him that stick, if you please..." He said with a small smile. His hand was extended outwards.
"Yes, This One is alright..." He replied, placing his sakabatou back into its scabbard, his hand still upon the hilt. Sessamaru crouched. "Pick up the stick... And... Don't worry about your powers yet, for you need to train with melee weapons first... Training Rule Number Three." Sessamaru explained, his eyes still dim. The Omnis... The All-Seeing Eyes...
Sessamaru smirked. This was basic. With an instantaneous movement, he spun around in 720 degrees, appearing as if he hadn't moved at all. Then, a powerful vacuum began sucking in all the air, cancelling out the windblades. "Training Rule Number Two, never try to outsmart the master. It's just not going to happen." He mocked playfully, the sakabatou's tip was pointing at the ground. "This One's eyes can see the wind... These eyes... Omnis..." He whispered, memories of his past haunting him once more.
Sessamaru, in a quick two-step movement, knocked the stick aside, and plunged the reverse-blade sword into Kyoshi's stomach, knocking the young wind user to the ground. "Training Rule number one, Unless dual wielding, never perform an aerial strike." He spoke, knowing his apprentice is having a hard time breathing.
His eyes adjusted to her aura, which was invisible to the eyes of others. Fire? He asked himself, noticing the radiance. "You're part of the Four elements... We can't do it without you, for you are the only one eligible to wield the Flaming Sword..." He spoke softly, his tone reassuring. He stared at at his apprentice. He pulled out a sakabatou, holding it to his ready. "Attack..." Sessamaru told him. Without looking at Cassie "In due time, child..."
Roze became more frustrated, and continued to shout "Why did he leave the Black Sakura Village? Why did he endanger himself for you?" She cried, losing all self-control.
Sessamaru nodded, his face forlorn. "It pains me to speak this to you..." He answered, looking upon the Chosen. "To endanger you was against This One's wishes. But, the Higher Power wished for Him to protect you, giving This One a little more comfort..." He explained. Sessamaru stared upon his apprentice, giving a smile. "Can you fare well with a sword?" He asked, preparing him for training before they had to leave.
Sessamaru was never good with speeches, nor was he good at explaining such things... or so he thought. He looked about... "In short... The entire multiverse is at war. The supernatural and the natural are slowly destroying one another, devouring life-forces, crushing souls, and breaking hearts... You, the select few, are Chosen. Those born with supernatural powers in this Natural world who can stop this ever pressing war against all living things. This One is here to make sure that you do not fail. We all have a mission... To travel to the Worlds of Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water, and retrieve the Four Blades Of Nature." He paused for dramatic effect. "This One is not eligible to give out any more information... Are there any questions?" He asked gently, his eyes dimming.
Vallyn, being the quicker, sommersauted forwards, drawing both shamshirs, each glowing with enchantments, as he quickly landed on his feet and turned. "You talk too much... Humans such as you will never know the full extent of the drow..." He tossed in, summoning a globe of inpenetrable darkness about them. As soon as he couldn't see, as soon as all the light that was able to be seen blinked out as the globe was summoned, Vallyn ran forward, his feet not making a sound. The drow were masters of the darkness, the harbingers of death. So spoke the deathly silence.
Sessamaru chuckled, satisfied that she was safe and warm. He drifted off to sleep, but his warrior reflexes still honed. If anyone got near him, or the camp by 10 meters, he would be up immediately... Unless...
Vallyn, not caring for Ixion, turned his gaze to the Dark Lord's Castle, staring at the uppermost part of the castle, towards the telescope. His instincts told him that he was being looked upon. For amusement, he gave the darkest, most coldest look towards his stalker, then with a little more caution, he turned back to Ixion. "Well?"
Ooc: lmfao XD That's rich! That's hilarious! Your character truly is dense! :P
Ooc: Lucky you, for you didn't get sun poisoning -_-' Sessamaru rested upon his bed, his eyes closed. "How much longer must This One keep this a secret? To tell them that they have to summon Babylon by giving up a large portion of their life-force?" He asked, his voice somber... He rested, his privacy highly secured.
Ooc: Yea, probably... Sessamaru nodded as he arose. "Tomorrow, we'll be setting off. Let's get some rest..." He whispered, walking up the steps of the Inn, searching for his room. Upon the table were keys, an additional one for their extra friend, Chi.
Ooc: Yea... That was... a huge accident x.x Argh! I am so messed up today! I can't even sit right! These sunburns are annoying me and everything!!! X.x Save me!!! (New post made) Sessamaru stared in amusement "Who was he?" Edit: I'm greatly sorry. Today just isn't my day.
Ooc: Well, geez, how bloody vague was he?! Edit: Well... This was... Embarrassing x.x
Ooc: Ah... Well, since I am too lazy and tired to put any detail in the post, I can sum it up for you. I already knew Varnor's character was after Sessamaru (a huge hunch x.x), so, in case he was, I wanted to do my favourite spell: Rose Clone. In the next post, I'm going to have that puppet burst into rose petals... But anyway, Sessamaru used Lumia's enchantment to rapidly move to the corner, while performing the spell in mid-flight. And, to add on, since Sessamaru, in his past, was an assassin, he had the nimbleness and agility to perform this type of step (which will have the name: Voidwalk). Later on, I'll introduce Sessamaru's past. But, if you want, I will remake the post to make it sound fairer. But I'm too damn lazy x.x
Ooc: Alright. Explain what?
Ooc: lol, why do you treat me like a child needing to be chastised?
The drow just stared at Ixion, not seeing him as much of a threat. "Have you not heard the tales of the Drow, boy? Most likely not, seeing as everytime someone sees them, they're dead... No tale could be told unless there was a raid." Vallyn spoke, still standing where he was. He was cool headed, and, like most of his race, was extremely deadly. "If you like to fight... Then come..." He added, his voice holding a devastating threat.
