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-===== Cyan's Victory =====
-//by: Lockirby2//
-Cyan strolled out onto the battlefield. The enemy soldiers acted as if they had never noticed
-him. They continued to fruitlessly assault the walls of the castle, although in reality they were just
-pretending to make themselves busy. They were all quaking in fear and watching out of the corner of
-their eyes. And Cyan knew it too. His reputation preceded him. The enemies would have rather fought
-an army of a hundred ordinary soldiers. At least that way there would be a chance of victory.
-That is, every enemy solder hid away except for one. An enormous brute, the leader of the
-assault was as stupid as he was cocky. He laughed at the lone samurai who was about to challenge him.
-One of the pathetic sideshows was egging the samurai on. “Sir Cyan! Let their commander have it!” As
-if this fool stood a chance. The leader had seen countless battles, and destroyed every army that he
-came across. The samurai approached. The leader of the assault sneered, as if to ask, “Who on earth
-are you?”
-Cyan didn’t react to his foe’s boisterousness. When he responded, he spoke calmly and softly.
-“I am Cyan, retainer to the king of Doma. I am your worst nightmare...” The leader of the guards replied
-with his axe. The massive downswing only just grazed Cyan, who nimbly hopped out of the way.
-Cyan finally drew his sword. At this point the enemy soldiers didn’t even bother to pretend that
-they were assaulting the castle. They began to watch, wondering if even their commander stood a
-chance against the samurai. Some of them edged ever so slightly closer to the exit, ready to bolt if
-something went wrong.
-Cyan struck harshly, leaping towards the leader with his sword stretched out in front of him. He
-moved so quickly that his body was a blur. To the untrained eye, he almost appeared to be in multiple
-places at the same time. The enemy soldiers cringed, knowing that the strike would have felled any of
-them thrice over. But the leader didn’t even try to dodge. Instead, he traded blows, bringing down his
-axe as hard as he could and hitting Cyan squarely. Both combatants stumbled backwards.
-The leader recovered first due to his bulk, and took another slash, nicking Cyan. “He’s surely
-getting weak now,” the leader thought. “This will be over very soon.” He was indeed correct, after a
-fashion.
-Cyan sheathed his sword. The leader briefly wondered if he had gone insane. “Funny,” he
-thought, “I hardly remember hitting him in the head.”
-The leader stepped forward to claim his victory. It was a fatal mistake. He did manage a minor
-blow, but it was too little, too late. Cyan had been watching the leader’s stance closely for even the
-slightest of errors; even the smallest opening in the leader’s defenses put him in grave danger. The
-leader’s reckless attack had left him vulnerable.
-Cyan unsheathed his sword like lightning, rending through the air with an enormous gray streak.
-Before the leader’s head even hit the ground, a cry went up from somewhere in the enemy army. “The
-general’s been defeated! Run!!!” The Doman soldiers didn’t even try to stop the enemies from fleeing.
-They noted how much faster the enemies moved when given proper motivation.
-Cyan spoke as calmly as ever, as if he had never fought at all. “Walled up in there, we can wait
-out our enemy!” The Doman soldiers were inclined to agree.