Chronicles of the Dead Blade

[Valero]

Chapter 1, Part 2
Tatsu


“Tell me, Ryu… Was your life worth so many zeros?”

Ryu looked up at Melfice and said, “I will not be killed by some freak of nature!” Ryu pushed at Melfice, which in turn only pushed Ryu away as he could not budge the monster. Ryu rested his blade on his shoulders again as he conjured a foie and threw it at Melfice.

Melfice then summoned a gibarta, freezing Ryu’s fireball into an oversized ice cube. Melfice grinned as he said, “It seems as though you’re adept at using fire techs. However, that’s not good in this case, as my techs are all ice-based… You’re nothing to me when it comes to techs, and the same thing goes for speed and power. You may have a big sword, but that won’t save you…” Melfice suddenly vanished from sight, causing Ryu to panic slightly. Ryu jumped when a voice behind him finished the sentence. “… from me.”

Ryu didn’t even have a chance to turn around, much less block the katana swing. Blood soared through the air as Melfice cut a long gash in Ryu’s back, severing the spine and God knows what else. Melfice’s power seemed to vanished as the marks on his body faded. He pulled back of the top half of his suit before sticking his katana in the ground. He knelt next to Ryu’s dying body and said, “Now’s your chance to tell your buddies hiding in the brush behind us to make a run for it. It’s the only right thing to do at this moment, to allow your friends who were to be your back-up live.”

Ryu coughed up gobs of blood and said, “What the hell are you?…”

Melfice grinned and said, “I’m the Dead Blade Project, the attempt at the perfect warrior. I have the speed of a god, the power of a beast, and the mental capacity of a newman. My power is absolute, so I would suggest you allow your friends to live.”

Ryu coughed up some more blood and remained silent for a while before yelling out, “KILL THIS BASTARD!” Melfice snapped Ryu’s neck before standing up to face the group of hunters behind him.

“Three HUmar, a HUcast, two RAmarls, and a FOnewearl… You people are underestimating the Dead Blade if you think you can take him on with just that.”

The FOnewearl stepped forward and said, “We won’t let you get away with killing Ryu! Even if he’d told us to run, we’d stay here and fight!”

Melfice sighed as he pulled his katana from the ground, pointing it at the newman as he said, “You saw what I can do, little girl. Leave now before I decorate this forest with your intestines.”

The hunters charged forward at Melfice, who remained calm in the face of seven skilled warriors. Melfice wasn’t about to waste any more time on Ragol, and merely unleashed a single wave of energy at the band of hunters, massacring them for being so careless as the charge Melfice in such a close group like that.

Melfice rested his blade on his shoulder as he threw down a ryuker. “It’s such a shame you guys were too dense to realize just who I am. If you’d have known the word ‘fear’, you might still be alive.”


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Just around twenty yards away from the scene of the massacre stood a RAmar of average height and dressed in all yellow and black armor. He wore a mask, and above the mask he wore a sight enhancer which covered up most of his face, leaving only the top-left part of his face visible. In his right hand was Red Handgun, a rare and powerful pistol. The man grinned as he watched Melfice enter the warp back to Pioneer 2 and said, “Very soon, Dead Blade…” The man felt the presence of someone nearby and turned to see a FOmar dressed in black and sky blue robes. He was just a boy, no more than possibly 16 years old, yet he had the eyes of a warrior who’d seen more battles than one could see in only 16 years of life. In the boy’s right hand was a Kamui, a powerful katana known for it’s instant kills.

The boy looked up at the ranger and asked, “Is that him, the Dead Blade?”

The ranger nodded and said, “Yes, master Tatsu. That’s Melfice, Dead Blade prototype 001.”

“It seems as though our guinea pigs were slaughtered, Herios.”

The ranger grinned beneath his mask and said, “Then they have served their purpose, have they not?”

The boy closed his eyes and said, “They were decently skilled in the ways of the warrior, Herios. Their deaths had better not be in vain.”

“Sir, they were a mere band of hunters-” The boy had cut the man’s sentence short by grabbing his throat with one hand and steadily lifting him into the air. “Call me compassionate, but the lives lost here will NOT be in vain. Even if these hunters were a test, if it was a mere fluke and this man’s power is not what it seems, you will join these humble warriors in hell. Do I make myself clear?”

Herios was released from the boy’s unnatural grip and choked out a “Yes, sir” before the boy threw up a ryuker. “We’re going back to Pioneer 2. Now.”, the boy muttered before stepping through the warp. The ranger followed, leaving the mangled mess of flesh behind.

...to be continued