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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?” | ||
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- | 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. | ||
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- | 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. | ||
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- | Cyan sheathed his sword. The leader briefly wondered if he had gone insane. “Funny, | ||
- | thought, “I hardly remember hitting him in the head.” | ||
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- | 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. | ||
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- | 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. | ||
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- | 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. |