Cerberus

It was always a good work out to train with her. Michael would be amazed each time he stepped out of the ring with Yoshida, and could still walk after. After so many times of sparring a match with her, he began to do better against her offence. That is, until she got a grip locked in. whenever she was able to sneak on a body scissors, she would squeeze him breathless until she had him motionless inside the grip. Michael would only be winded of not out due to the scissors sleeper hold type of effect. What would make her hold even more effective, if he let her lock it in, was when she added a front choke hold to the mix. With both holds locked in place, he never had a chance. They didn’t wrestle the sparing match to hurt one another, but her job was to improve his in ring ability, and she planned on doing just that. She had been doing her job well, the more she puts the holds on, the more he learns how to avoid them from locking in. Michael had a good trainer, she taught him through action, and not words. Michael met her at the gym. Yoshida came a good way to help him out with training for his upcoming match. He was waiting for her in the ring, warming up for what was sure to be a spar that was tougher than any match he has had so far in this Academy. He showed up in his gear, pretty sure that she would expect him to be fully ready to begin the moment she stepped into the ring. Sure enough, she didn’t disappoint. Yoshida came through those doors ready, her gear already all in place. A red and black one piece, a spider web design down each leg, and over her chest, the material stopping at her shoulders to show her well toned arms, elbows taped up just as some wrestlers tape their hands. She was an extremely beautiful Japanese woman, but the beauty was matched every last ounce by her skill in the ring. She could stop men in their tracks by her looks alone, but that was just a deadly trap. This woman could beat you in a few short seconds if all you are doing is looking at her pretty features. She was a black widow in the ring. As she climbed into the ring, Michael smiled his confident smile to her as he stepped into the middle of the ring. She held a look of confidence herself as she moved to meet him right in the center. Their eyes lock for a moment, and then it began. Right down to business. It’s how she trained him. No talking, no warning or any kind. It wasn’t the typical kind of match you would see on TV, it was different in that there were no strikes. It was pure poetry in motion as they began trying for, and reversing each move the other came up with. Her experience would pay off however, as she managed to land a headlock takedown. She had taken him down, but she had used this move so often on him, that he began to counter her hold. Despite his effort, she too learns from his movements as he does hers, she quickly used the float over technique to entangle one of his legs in a leglock grapevine. She had this locked in for a minute or so, until Michael was able to stand, applying a sloppy version of a Texas cloverleaf. It didn’t take long for her to push out of the hold, and both were back on their feet, facing off once again. The match would go on like that for awhile. They both would have close calls, put in a hold or two only to have the opponent find a quick counter to whatever attempt it was. She indeed did train him well in this field. Michael finally got an opening for a high impact move, so he took it. Yoshida went for a hip toss, but Michael was able to use her momentum to swing her up, and into position for a side slam. Yoshida’s years again got the better of him, as she was able to get down, and hop up, placing the body scissors on Michael. The impact of how fast and rough she put the hold on was nearly enough to take all his breath. Fortunately though, for Michael she has taken him out with this before. She began to just let her upper body fall, intending to have too much weight in one direction for him to hold up. Before her body could fall, to drag him down with her, Michael managed to put his arms around her hips. This prevented her from falling, but also left him to pull off a spine buster slam. As Michael expected, the slam loosened the hold she had clamped on, but didn’t break it. Trying to just pry a hold of Yoshida’s off of you was like trying to pry your arm from a wolverines mouth. The impact as said, loosened her grip just enough for Michael to turn her over. This did cause her iron strong grip to release him. She has danced too many times to not realize what could happen here. She taught him well however. The moment her legs let him go, they were hooked, and Michael was seated back in the Star Struck. His own version of the cloverleaf, but with a knee in the back with the bend. It wasn’t log then when he saw Yoshida’s hand tap the mat. Michael let her up immediately, and helped the trainer to her feet. Both were a bit short of breath, eyes locked to each others once more. Silence reigned for what would seem to onlookers as an eternity. The placid stares from the two was broken by Michael once again sporting the confident smile. Yoshida followed with a smile of her own, and a nod before embracing him with a friendly hug. That was a high honor of a reward from Yoshida. A hug to congratulate a well fought match. It was such a great feeling when she felt good enough about your performance, that she would reward you with such a gesture of friendship. After the hug was separated, the two would sit on the ring steps, and she would lecture, and tell him what went wrong where, and how better to prepare for their next encounter. It’s not like they got together once a week to train, Yoshida had to come from Japan, or he had to go to Japan for them to do this. As their deal stated, they take turns, every six months one goes to the other, and they give it a good match. Michael had learned a lot from her already, and they only have had four dates so to speak. They usually go for two or three matches per visit however. And today would be no exception. Yoshida came all this way to wrestle, and train Michael, and Yoshida does not back down from her word. ~~Later That Evening~~ Michael had already seen Yoshida off from the Gym. Yoshida’s plan was always to catch a hotel room, and fly out in the morning to catch her usual tour dates in Japan. She would be out of the country again this time tomorrow, and now it was time for him to get some rest. It was a standard thing to do after a wrestle night with Yoshida. The usual process was, get beat up by Yoshida, get beat by her more, one more time, say goodbye, and go eat. He went to an all night diner, one he visited rather often. He was a known and comfortable customer at the diner. The wait staff were so familiar with him, that they would put in his usual the moment he was spotted in the doorway. He was usually alone, sometimes chatting on his cell while he waited for the food to come. This was one of those unusual times where Jason joined him at the table. It was quiet for the first few minutes as Jason indecisively looks over the menu, heaven above this man took forever to order. Michael smirked a bit in amusement, while bringing a hand to the back of his neck, massaging there slowly. This caught Jason’s attention, who then gets a smirk of his own “She rip your head off this time?”. Michael actually let out a laugh about this before responding. “Feels like she tried, that’s for sure.” Michael smiled slightly as he thought of the couple of hours facing such a great technician of the ring. Jason placed his order when the waitress came by, and regarded his friend with a curios look. “you like the time you get to spend with her don’t you?” Michael stopped massaging his own neck, and gave a slight nod “yeah, its great”. Jason leaned back in the booth, crossing his arms, and asks with a raised brow. “why haven’t you asked her out yet?” Michaels eyes blinked slowly at the question. Did Jason really just ask that? “well?” Jason said, as he watched Michael closely. “come on man, its not like that.. Its business” it wasn’t entirely clear who Michael was trying to convince with that statement, so Jason leaned forward and pressed the issue. “Oh yeah? Every time you do one of your training sessions with her, you brag for hours about what hold she did, and what she taught you.” Jason would have had a solid lead on this debate, if it wasn’t for Michael grinning his confident grin, and responding with that same confidence. “wouldn’t you brag if one of Japans best women’s wrestlers just schooled you in every way in the middle of the ring?” The two friends shared a laugh over this, and seeing as how Jason asked, Michael began telling all about his time with Yoshida. He would let absolutely no detail go un covered, no reversal without description. While speaking of the time, his mind began to think of what Jason said. Sure Michael respected Yoshida for what she did in the ring, and even knew her some as an actual person beyond the mat. To like her though, in the way Jason was meaning. Well, that was just ridiculous. They lived oceans apart, and…it.. was just business after all. What he needed to focus on right now, was the Academy. Not how he may or may not feel about anyone. Then, just about with pinpoint timing. “So you have a match tomorrow right?” “Yeah, just some guy I guess…no one big…no real names yet.” Michael had finished with his plate, so he pushes it aside, so the waitress can get it “if I cant win a majority of my matches, I wont ever get to take on a bigwig..” Jason nods in agreement with his friend. Michael lowers his eyes to gaze at the table top.. His mind bringing so much now. His first matches in that Academy had been losses. He wondered what it would take to end that streak, and make sure that it never happened again. The business meant so much to him. Being a success in TNA was all he could wish for. If he couldn’t make it at the Academy, then there was no point in wrestling. “Hey, maybe your session with Yoshida was the key you needed” Jason said with a re assuring smile. Michael looked up to his friend, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “hey Jace?” Jason needed only remain silent, and continue looking at him, and Michael knew that his friend was all ears. “I have to show those other wrestlers why I am Mr. Amazing… if I don’t, it’ll mean my old man was right… I wont get anywhere in this business.. Not until they all see it the way I do… “ Michael would have continued, but Jason cut him off mid stride. “Hey man.. None of that crap. Man I know what you went through…I was there bro.. Nothing he said to you while flailing that belt was true.” Michel nodded slowly.. Never taking a single word that Jason said lightly. It didn’t save him the memory, nothing Jason could say would erase all those memories. Moments in his childhood, the report card would come in junior high… a day he feared. Michael would be in his room, doing his homework. His father would barge in with the belt, and beat his lower half raw… over B’s. the constant shouts from his father of “Do better! don’t be average! Be better than everyone! You come from me! You are better!”. if only it were just one occurrence. Up until he was finally able to move out, and start his wrestling career… his salvation. His train of thought was derailed by Jason speaking out once again. “Hey man, its getting late… you have someone’s butt to kick tomorrow… lets call it a night.” Michael checked his watch, and Jason was right, the time had flown by so quick. The men paid their ticket, and said their goodbyes at the door. This would be a rough night for Michael and sleeping. Once again Michael went home by himself. One more night of the loneliness. One more night of the restless sleep. Tomorrow…. It was set.. Tomorrow he would win that match, and show them all that he was the future of the industry. ( I put this up on another Site, but the other site has more content that i cant put here due to legal reasons. here howver, i will have more freely formed storylines starting after this post. i will be seperateing the direction. Thank you for reading, and if anyone feels like giveing off any feedback, please feel free to speak your mind. )

Thanks for the feedback Wyv. i do need to work on that keeping with the tence of my wording, and will do what i can to fix that. as far as the questions about Michael and his past and all that, i had planned on doing more of these.. following this wrestler through his trials.. and in the corse of the stories one would see a bigger picture, piece by pice untill you either hazard a guess, or its just fully revealed. the black mirror is also somthing key to the story, and as more of these bits come across, it will become verry clear what that shadow is to him.

Sweat flowed from him like a river. It had been ages since he pushed himself this hard. It hadn’t been the debut that Michael had intended to make. Nothing went according to his plan so far. He never thought he would see anyone recover from the awe inspiration and win the match. He thought of himself as a better breed of opponent. He thought of himself as the one to touch the stars in this business. TNA was proving to be a different breed of wrestling entirely. The matches he had so far were nothing like what he faced before. Where he came from, back in the Indie-Feds… Michael had plowed past his opponents. Sure he had losses, but his win record overshadowed those by a good 10 to 1 ratio. His performance so far was not acceptable. They should all have already known him for his impressive victories in the ring, not for his failures. The only way to remedy the embarrassment that was so far endured, was to train…and train hard. In order to keep himself on track, Michael called upon his childhood friend Jason aide in the discipline of training. “Come on Mike, two more. Push, come on!” he could count on Jason to not cut him any leeway. Michael grunted in effort as he forced out the final two press’s in this set. He had pushed so hard on this one, that Jason had to spot and help the bar get set back into its place. Michael sat up slowly, and stretched his arms. They felt like they weren’t even there after this day of training. “Good job Mike. I’d say that’s it for the day.” Michael couldn’t help but give a small laugh at that statement, the exhausted arms just slumping at his sides for the moment. “you sure about that Jason? Feels like we just started” “Leave it to you to say something like that Mike” Jason would shake his head, and help his friend up from the bench before continuing. “hey, listen bro.. don’t go and take your losses too hard” Michael would regard him for a moment before shrugging it off, and wiping down the machine. “don’t know what you’re talking about Jase.” with the machine cleaned, Michael began to walk toward the gyms locker room. Not even a look back to Jason. His little attempt to cut the conversation off there. Jason wouldn’t have this however, as he followed Michael to the locker. “I mean it Mike.. The last thing you need now, after all this work is to have you loose your cool along with the match.” Michael shrugged off the comments again, and began packing his bag.. But then would pause and look to his friend. “I’m cool allright? It’s not happening again.” Jason knew that if Mike was able to say something like that, while looking right at him that way, then he wasn’t faking. The last time Michael let himself get pushed too far, without taking the time to recover, people were taken to the hospital. Not just wrestlers, staff, referees, bookers, anyone who would stand in *his* way. “Good man, good.” Michael gathered a re-assuring smile for his friend, and hefted his duffel over his shoulder. Nothing more needed to be said between the two. They knew each other well enough by now. Ever since the age of 8 the two boys had played wrestling out in the back, under the watchful eyes of both their fathers. Michael was different away from work. The confidence in himself was still there, always present. However it was dulled when with his friend, or his family. He had reasons for projecting it to the extreme that he did while at the academy.. A reason he felt that none of them would understand. No one at that academy would know the real Michael Lewis. The only man they would ever know was Mr. Amazing. The reason for that was Michael felt there was no one in that place that wouldn’t stab him right between the eyes just to get past him. Jason was his only escape from that persona…from that pressure of performance. That was his only friend on the face of the planet at the moment. Jason was always there.. It never failed.. He was always there to help pick up the pieces of a broken friend.. Always there to help right when Michael needed it the most.. He indeed was the only friend Michael had… but was he the only one Michael needed? The two hugged… yes hugged. A show of their brother like friendship. After, Michael began to walk off. “Good Luck Mic” Jason said with a clear tone of jest in his voice.. Knowing what his friends reaction to the statement would be. “Luck? I’m the best man alive in ‘05...who needs luck?” his voice carried just the jocularity as Jason’s did. To one on the outside of the loop, it was just a joke between friends, an inside joke. To these two men however, it was a close show of respect, a sign of having faith in the other. Simply their code in public for faith in such a proud friendship. With a content smile, Michael went home. Darkness. It would seem that there was nothing but darkness in this room. He sat at the edge of his bed, cold… tired. He would look, but nothing could be seen.. Nothing save for a full body length mirror that stood across from the bed. No floor, no walls, no window.. Just the infinite black space… him and the mirror. He would stare then into the mirror, look to see the look in his eyes.. He did this often.. A bit of a check on his end.. He needed to see his own eyes. His effort held no fruit however, as the mirror reflected nothing but black. Michael started to stand, intent on examining the black mirror. Perhaps he was just too far away from it.. Yes.. Surely that’s what the problem is. As he stood a voice spoke from its direction. “That’s two Michael.. Two in a row.” His body froze in place.. No.. not *him*.. He isn’t needed, not this time. “Look what you lost to Michael… some Amazon… and some fool who must use money to cheat you out of what’s yours…. What next? Who will beat you next?” his body began to shake…softly at first.. But soon it was a bit more sever. Not much, just like a small shiver of anger.. He stood and shouted at the mirror “None! None of them will beat me again! It wont ha--” he was cut off by laughter. Not typical laughter…no… dark.. Sinister laughter.. Mocking.. “Please Child.. You’re father was right… worthless.. You can’t make it.. You need *me*” Michael shook his head, trying to get the thoughts out. “No…he was wrong.. so are you.. I will be the best in that place.” Silence came now. A silence that was palpable with the uneasy feeling this voice brought to him. “two weeks… two matches…two times a looser. Will it be three tomorrow? Will this other person just run you over like the rest? You’re efforts didn’t matter *then* and they do not matter now!” his eyes widened at the allusive mention of a time past. Anything but that… to recall that day…no… no it was too much, even for the voice. “Shut up! You know not to mention that day Shadow! Go away and let me handle my matches….I…I need to focus on it.” again it became quiet.. The shadow, as the voice was named, was not gaining any ground in this debate… not this time. “Fine. You will turn to me soon.. Maybe by the time you lost your fifth match in a row you will see to rea---” the voice this time was cut off by Michael. “It won’t get that far… it can’t get that far… I wont let it” Michael waited for a retort.. Waited for the shadow to speak more foul words. Listened for it to spew its wicked venom toward him more. Silence, however would remain. Michael, with a slow, deep breath sat back onto his bed, placing his forehead in his hands. “I am not a failure….I am not a failure…I am *not* a failure….. “ he would continue to repeat this to himself…. Reminding himself of why he presents himself the way he does.. If he does not have confidence for himself, no others would for him. To him it was so very simple, but others would never understand him… or so he thinks. He would sit there.. Thinking… that is.. Until the alarm clock sounds, and his eyes open… Michael wakes up to shut the alarm off. The dream had left him in a slight daze of thought. It was always so real to him, like he wasn’t even dreaming. Despite the daze, Michael moved to his closet, and began collecting his gear… it was time to face the other wrestler now. Time to go out there, and prove why he belongs in this business. To prove to the academy, that 2 will not become three.

~His attention was taken suddenly away from the acceptance, and admireing of the early version of the story.. blinking somewhat he looked to the energetic person saying things to him at rapid speeds...and then the girl waiting for a responce.. his hand absently traced over the thick collar over his neck as he tried to think of the best thing to say to this person~ "Um..... the thrid thing you said... how about that?"

" the 12 headed strawbery monster of happyland, given under the rules of things that will be given upon ties, wins, or losses by the harvard school of pwnage... section 12-32-b of the code of ethics" the other mole was dumbfounded by the spouting of the rulebook, and decided that it was best to retaliate as per section 88-3-x and pulled out a..................

~looks over the above post and thinks for a moment~ you know... i usualy dont like poetry very much. but this.... ~nods~ Realy though. the emotion that it presented was there for me. i dont have any tips for you or anything because...well.. i realy wouldnt know how to write one my self. So far as im concernd, you are good ta go!

~looks over the story~ yeah, i see what you're saying. alot of my mistakes in that fasion was growing too comfortable with msn rp, where everything was in the samea paragraph. that and i blew off sleeping so i could finish this off lol.... if it's allright with everyone, i'd like to take the advice and edit this one all up to show waht a proof read and rewrite can do.

Any feedback on this in any way? plenty people have seen it, but surely some of you have thoughts on it?

Scry : The Epics Battle A Knight stood before what could be his greatest challenge yet. After getting so far in his quest, he now, finally was in the presence of Scry. His journey has taken him to battle many great opponents, but this one by far is the most well known of any. This man was an elite guard of the cruel emperor that the knight was sent to stop. And now, the Knight stood just across a courtyard from this rumored of man. The rumors of Scry spoke of many things. The most memorable of which was that he was said to be prepared for your next strike, before you are even poised for it. If this was true, the man would prove a rather good challenge. Other rumors so far have seemed to hold into reality at the moment. The speaking of the mans attire, his presence, and silent nature all seemed to be present. Despite the myths that made up the mans reputation, the upcoming battle had another reason to be daunting. There was not one single other soul in the courtyard. it was only the two men. The two stood in silence for the moment. Both studying the other, trying to get an idea of what the other was capable of by just looking at the way they stand. The Knight stayed at the ready. Sword drawn, and set in a defensive stance. Scry however seemed to stand in a very casual way. A dark gloved hand resting on the hilt of his blade, which still rested in its sheath. The knight was dressed in typical battle ready gear, while Scry was a bit different. Dark armor that appeared to hide any hint of what the mans true figure was. Perhaps the most intimidating feature, aside from the careless pose, was the helm. The helm itself was at the same time simple as it was complex. There were no features to its face. It was plain as the steel it was forged from. Unlike most helms, this one had only three slits in its face. Two obviously for the wearer to see from, but one more hex-shaped slit in the forehead, that even from this distance had some kind of soft blue color within. Silence reigned over the moment for what seemed like ages. But that was broken when the Man known only as Scry took a step forward. The Knight stood more at the ready than before, staying prepared in case his opponent decided upon a charge attempt. Scry slowly approached, a calm gait that reflected the care-free stance that he had displayed only moments before. Just as calmly as the approach began, it had stopped. Now the two men stood ten feet from one another. Scry looked the Knight over once more, leavening one hand on the hilt of the blade while he does so. The Knight, growing tired of this mental conflict spoke out to his enemy. “Is this your idea of battle Scry? An empty courtyard and quiet stares?” Scry seemed to only stare at the Knight. It was unknown what was going on under that faceless helm. It was a few moments before he got a response to the inquiry.. A response that was not expected in any stretch of imagination. “We are alone to ensure there be no aide… or witness to this event.” Scry had spoken. This simple fact alone had caused the Knight to loose his train of thought. No living being had ever heard Scry speak with the verbal word. None until now, none that lived to speak of the treat. But the Knights train was not only lost, but derailed completely. Scry’s voice was somewhat soft, casual to meet the gait that was displayed . But that is not what destroyed the Knights thoughts… no simple tone could do that.. When Scry spoke, the voice….. It was Feminine. But.. That was impossible. A woman could never rise to such a rank in any mans army, much less an elite guardian! No! he miss heard the man! That had to be it. The heat of the moment, the adrenaline that ran in his veins, the intensity is what caused this illusion of the ears. It could not be anything beyond a mistake on his own hearing, it just could not be anything else! It was obvious the Knight was having trouble accepting what he heard, so Scry decided to settle the issue. Using just as calm movements as always, two gloved hands reached to the helm, unfastened, and slowly removed the obstruction to the hidden face. Holding the helm under one arm, Scry’s face was finally seen by a living being. Behind the mask was a woman who’s beauty could rival the angels themselves. Long hair, platinum in color flowed about her shoulders, reaching about midway down her back. Her skin was pale, the cause obviously from lack of exposure to the sun. the eyes, hauntingly calm for the moment at hand, one an icy blue, and the other, clouded as if almost dead itself. On her forehead, there was a chain that held the blue stone that one could see beyond the slit in the helm. It didn’t seem very special, and was kept in place with wraps that weaved throughout its length in her hair. Despite seeing it for himself, The Knight was still in a moment of disbelief over the sight before him. The widely known Elite warrior Scry….was a woman?! It was well known as a fact that females were not allowed to know the art of battle, yet this one somehow became one of the best of all kingdoms? It was so very clear now as to why they were alone. If she were to reveal herself in such a way, the very army she was aligned with would cut her down where she stood. They were alone in this, and he was the only one alive that knew her secret. The Knight, even though baffled by this revelation, composed himself enough to speak again.. “What sort of trick is this woman! Are you truly the elite Scry, or is he hiding in wait to stab me from behind?” the Knights words were not met with the swift action he expected, instead he found a very slight tint of amusement on this woman’s face as she spoke in kind. “I assure you I *am* the true Scry, Knight. And….. I did not spend all this time training for this meeting, just to snuff your life out from behind” another thing that made the Knight pause in thought. However, instead of just debating to himself, he voiced out the thoughts to her. “you speak as if you spent a life time just for this moment…. Laughable” her amusement did not falter, but the amused look could not be mistaken with a smile in any way. She simply enjoyed the squirming the man was doing under the weight of this encounter. “If it is laughable Knight… then begin your laughter, for I have waited a very long time for this day.” But the Knight did not laugh… he instead became more curios “how is that possible? You couldn’t have known I would come here…on this day” she inclined her head slowly to the Knight “Yes… I did not know when, or where… but I knew you would… and I knew this fight, more than any others, had to happen.” the Knight’s stance was lowering… none of his other battles up to this bore any kind of conversation beyond a threat and a mock here and there. But this… for some reason he had to know more before this continued, almost like something was calling him to learn. “enough games woman… how did you know you were to face me…. And more important yet… how do you hold such a rank?” Seeing the man’s guard lower, she knew that she had these few moments to spare. She had this time to inform him exactly what he wished to know, and perhaps some he did not. Her eyes did not leave him still, as she shifted position, stepping somewhat around him, his gaze constantly on her, watching and waiting….listening. “I had a vision, when I was but a child… a Knight, come to end the terrible tyranny of the Emperor. And one battle that would prove to the heavens that this hero could get the task done. And I knew, that I was the only one who could see to it. And a young girl is easy enough to disguise as a boy… it simply became a matter of intelligence and will in my later years..” His intrigue was only increased by this statement… the woman’s beauty was captivating, and her words seemed to touch the very core of his mind, possibly even heart. There were still questions to ask her, things that had to be known before he would rest.. “Assume you are being truthful.. Why show yourself now? Why not perform this fight as you have all the rest? Why is it only now , while we stand to face one another alone do you show the true skin of the serpent? “ Scry’s ears were not turned from his words.. They were valid questions that one would have in this instance, and he would get his answers. “Why show myself Sir Knight?…. It is simple… regardless of the outcome of this battle, I am not long left to this world… I face an illness, one that could possibly have been cured long ago… but if it had been, I would not be here to face you….no.. and the other reason…yes there are two… is that now… I have no reason to hold back against you.” He was confused, but at the same time understood perfectly. Normally if one had such an illness, they would loose the will to continue a facade, and continue to train for a battle of this importance… but Scry it seems, has played plenty of cards, that gave her an abundance of motivation for this cause. Even though he had an idea as to what she was getting to, he still felt the need to ask her. “no reason to hold back? Why would that be Scry….or is there another name you hide with.” the amused look to the woman’s face turned slowly, but un mistakably into a look of determination, and complete seriousness , and as she spoke she tossed the helm aside. “there is no other name you need to know… and now, I have no reason to hold back… you have seen me, heard me. No living being has had this pleasure, and I will not let you go with that knowledge. I may have foreseen the outcome of this event Hero… but damn you if you think I will lay down to let you pass!” With that, her sword was drawn, and her attack had been made. Lucky enough for the Knight, his weapon did not have to be drawn, and was able to deflect her blow just in time to save his neck from being removed. Scry was on the offensive, and shared what may have been the last dialogue between them “I hold nothing back, for even if I do not kill the bearer of my sight, it will not matter who you tell! None can kill me if I have already been slain! Now face me with all you have…for I will give no mercy!” With all words being withdrawn, it was time for their battle to truly begin. Their blades met with such fierce aggression, the sounds of metal meeting rang out into the air at a rather quick pace due to the conflict. Holding true to the Rumors, Scry appeared ready to dodge every move the hero tried, even before her prepared the move himself. He was not without skill himself, even if he was not landing any hits on this woman, she was not gaining anything more than a glancing blow off a sturdy chest piece. Sparks continued to fly as the two epic warriors fought for the prize of victory, both continuing to move just as quick and free as they began the battle. At times the pair would separate, and circle one another, forming strategy before going right back into the fray. Each time appearing more determined to get a fatal blow on their opponent. Both of them knew that other than small pecking cuts, that it would be one strike that ended this, just one strike to take the other down once and for all. They kept going for almost a full half hour.. Both tired, both being carried by simple will alone. It was a shame that there were no eyes to witness this battle of two epics. It was the quality of swordsmanship that was so very rare indeed. Both warriors, fighting for everything. Each person involved had the world riding on their shoulders for this one solitary battle. Neither warrior would fall to a simple mistake, neither would allow themselves to tire out before the other did. The battle raged for longer than any human should have been able to go.. Small nicks over each warrior… but when the dust settled.. And the smoke was cleared… Scry lay on her back… motionless eyes staring at the Sky… Victorios.. Her mission, was complete………… (Comments: I realise that i joined as a guest a good while ago, and havnt done a single thing since then. i just hav not had the time, but here we go with my first attempt at fitting in. i hope you alll enjoy this story as much as i enjoied typeing it out. Thank you for your time. Cerberus)