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CRACK
The sound of the glass echoed throughout the dark streets of London, it was very late as all the drinkers have retired for the night as most of the clubs and pubs have shut for the night.
All that remained were the glass littered streets and the lights from the lamp posts.
âGuess I missed the fun thenâ¦â Shijing thought to himself has he lifted his geta from the shattered larger bottle and ventured down the street, To his right was a single bar that was still welcoming drinkers, but even so, the place seemed deadly silent.
Shijing slowly crept up to the door and pressed his ear to the steel door to listen.
âplease! I said that you can stay for the night, just let meâ¦â CRACK
A thud could be heard as Shijing pulled himself from the cold door. âGuess Iâll go say hello and sort this outâ he thought to himself as he steadied his wakizashi in its sheath. He lifted his geta to waist height and let off a kick
CRASH
The sound of the door smashing into the tiled floor was only broken by the near silent tune playing from the amplifiers, as the dust from the impact cleared, inside was a clash of colour and smoke from the fog machine, As he focused his eyesight, he could see that amongst the clash of green, blue and yellow from the dance floor and lighting, was a massacre.
Claret red blood smitten the floor, walls and roof, gore drenched bodies were splayed on the floor and slumped in there seats, none of the bodies were full, each dismembered in some cold and sickening way. Suddenly the music stopped, and Shijing caught sight of one man, still standing. His jet black hair flung backwards as he knocked back another shot of vodka.
âMore meat for the slaughter I seeâ stated the figure, whose deep, rasping voice echoed off the walls as he pulled himself from his blood smitten stool, knocking glasses to the ground about him in the process. âYâno kiddo, you sure do dress strange to be prancing about town and expect to be alive the next day, still, I do recognise that ugly face of yoursâ¦â
â can it be.. no..YOU!!â
shijings voice rocketed around the silent club. âI can remember that ass of a face anywhere, owa!â Shijing said with a defiant tone.
âWell, wadya know! Now I remember you, Shijing! You sure do have a knack for survival donât ya kiddo! Well, Iâm sure thereâs no such thing as a third chance in the real world, so lets make this quick, right?â he cracked his knuckles and took a fighting stance. âYou do exactly what Iâm thinking, theres no more chances for you this time, and Iâll guarantee a quick ending to thisâ Shijing followed these words with a battle stance too.
Silence fell upon the claret stained club as both combatants sized each other up before they made there move. Suddenly the floor below Shijing buzzed into action and flared random colours and the amps roared out âboogie nightsâ for a moment. This took shijings focus of for a mere second, even so, enough for owa to start his offence, he sprung into a sprint, stopping inches from Shijing, this caught his attention and he started to turn back to the real problem. Before he could react, owa had already prepared a mighty punch, time seemed to slow down for a second as owa launched his punch into shijings guts with ferocious speed and immense power, sending him off his feet and crashing into the stacks of amplifiers at the back of the club.
Once again silence swept down upon the club as Shijing lay in the wreck of amps and owa took another stance. Owa wasnât going to take his time and started his next assault, pushing off with his legs from the bar and steaming toward Shijing.
âDIE!â
From beneath shijings black kimono he pulled out three kokuza and sent them into owaâs flight path, owa tried to dodge them as much as possible, two of the three skimming his arm and leg as he preformed a mid air pike, but the third struck home in his inner thigh, the strike sent owa off balance and through a nearby table, crushing a pair of bodies below himself and the wreck.
âGagh! Cheeky bugger⦠thought you could pull a sly one on me do you?â owa grumbled as he pulled out the steel from his leg, sending several gouts of blood onto his relatively clean t-shirt, as he threw the piece to his side.
By this time, Shijing had pulled himself from the amps and prepared himself. Owa pulled himself from the table too and stood.
âwell then, lets see if you can move that body of yours quick enough shall we?â quickly owa pulled out from behind him a set of old records used on the wrecked and bloody stage. With almost unrecognisable agility he sent each one of the discs at Shijing, whom quickly reacted by lunging towards the bar, several cut his arms, but just before he made it over the bar, he was hit in the chest by the final one with perfect accuracy, sending pieces of jet black plastic into Shijing and around the bar. Shijing finally crashed behind the bar and slumped himself against a wall.
âBwahahaaa! Those tunes too good for you, kid? Am I too hot for you or something?â owa roared defiantly as he stood up again. Shijing plucked the pieces of plastic from his chest. As he thought to himself, he looked to his left and found the fire panic button; he pondered for a moment then quickly jumped to his feet and stood staring at owa.
â I guess your too hot for me right now, let me cool you off for a little..â he blammed the button with his fist. The lights shut off and the emergency lights clicked on, casting an eerie red around the bar.
âHeh, is that your mighty plan? I know reds a good colour but this is pathetic"
WHAM
Suddenly the emergency shutters slammed shut behind owa, catching his attention, then the emergency fire sprinklers started, drenching the place in water for a moment, but quickly the water was dyed claret red as the victimâs blood mixed with it.
âOh please, save me your irony...â owa laughed to himself as he turned around to where Shijing was standing, or where he was standing, âwhat the!â behind him he could hear the noise of a weapon being unsheathed, with inhuman dexterity, owa swung round and downwards, hoping to catch Shijing off guard, as owa sent a punch, shijings blade hit the hand before it could strike, slicing three fingers and a thumb off. Both combatants froze for a moment, then owaâs hand let out a gush of blood, drenching shijings blade and face in gore. Quickly owa sent his other hand in a swiping motion and knocked Shijing through a set of chairs, owa gripped his severed fingers to stem the blood loss. Shijing quickly got up and stepped behind owa, lifting his weapon above his head in a thrusting position.
âget back!, you cheap maggot!â and before Shijing could land the killer blow, owa dropped down, using his hands as support and thrust his legs backward into shijings chest, making him reel back in pain and drop to his knees, a trickle of blood wept from beneath his teeth and dripped off his chin. Both combatants stood up, Shijing holding his chest, recovering from the impact of owa's boots and owa gripping his hand as the blood finally stopped flowing from the wounds.
ânow your really gonna get it goodâ¦â owa let out as he took another stance.
âweâll see how many limbs you loose before you regret thatâ Shijing replied and took his stance also.
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