Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24123288-20140216211451

Mikasa woke up from her nap to find Sanzo and Bellator staring at her. She groaned and sat up, scratching her head and yawning.

''Wait! My hands! They’re… ''

Her thoughts were interrupted as she was once again staring at the pointy end of her own sword. She rolled her eyes and looked at the pair. Their cocky attitude had vanished and they seemed…scared.

“Ooh. You scared now Hunter?” Mikasa taunted, waving at each of them with her hands.

“Y-you…” Bellator stammered, reaching for his Warhammer. “You need to die!”

“Why?” Mikasa asked, her tone mimicking Sanzos mocking from a few hours ago.

Or was it days?

“What happened to keeping me alive and dragging me away to the Imperial City?” She added, enjoying how terrified these “Hunters” were of her.

“You.” Sanzo said firmly, poorly hiding his fear. “You fell asleep after our discussion earlier. When you did you…”

“Yes?” Mikasa asked, genuinely curious, though she had a sneaking suspicion of what the answer was going to be.

“Pure Shadow…it covered you! A-a-nd a figure was in there, watching over you and undid your ropes!” Bellator blurted out, watching on in horror as Mikasa didn’t seem remotely surprised or disturbed by this. In fact, she started laughing. Her left hand gripping her right arm at the elbow as she threw her head back and got lost in the chuckling. This went on for several minutes as Bellator and Sanzo looked at each other awkwardly. They kept glancing to the Breton gripped by hysteria before looking away at each other again.

Suddenly, Mikasa lowered her head back to a normal angle and her laughing stopped. Just like that.

“What?” She sneered, as she began to pace in a line back and to. “Did I not tell you that I am a protector of a very old and very powerful legacy?”

The Imperial had had enough and charged at Mikasa with his Warhammer raised, ready to crush her skull, break her elbows, knees and anything else he could imagine.

Mikasa merely continued her pacing, not even seeming bothered by the sword aimed at her or the brick wall of a man running in to grind her into dust. She stopped suddenly and smiled before she vanished in a puff of smoke, reappearing at the other end of the room.

The two hunters looked at each other again, clearly confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Hm…Mage Hunters with no clue about the power of the shadows… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa suppressed a laugh as she once again waved to the Bosmer and the Imperial.

<p class="MsoNormal">“This! Is the power of shadows!” She called over to them as they both ran after her before she teleported to the top of a pillar that had crumbled away over the millennia.

<p class="MsoNormal">She was sat atop the pillar, left leg over the right and her left elbow was resting on her raised knee.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The legacy I protect. The legacy of a fantastic Wizard is one people need to start to remember…” The Breton chuckled, looking down on the two Hunters.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, and I need my sword back. I wasn’t lying when I said I have to cook an Argonian…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa watched with an amused expression as she saw Sanzos spine stiffen and his grip tightened around her blade out of fear.

<p class="MsoNormal">“C-come and get it!” The Wood Elf squeaked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Nah…” Mikasa said tiredly, stretching her arms out over her head as she tilted it. “I’ll just let it come to me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Sanzo looked at her, confusion once again etched on his face while he watched Mikasa extend out her hand, looking like she was concentrating immensely. The confusion on his face soon flickered over to surprise as the strange Silver Sword embraced by black tendrils of shadow vanished from his hand only to reappear in the Bretons.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Shit!” He muttered to himself in frustration, having to resort to the crappy dagger he always carried with him. “Get over here you little bitch!” Sanzo screamed as he became more unhinged, the more his anger towards the Shadowmage above him grew.

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa shrugged with her eyes closed before she opened them, staring at the Bosmers back. Her sword was resting on his shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Want to try that again?” She teased, stalling for time. Teleportation over even short distances was a huge drain on her magicka at this point in her studies.

<p class="MsoNormal">Sanzo shook his head and spun round, to stare at her in right in the eyes. He gasped when he saw no remorse in them. No mercy.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Aw, don’t worry Sanzo.” Mikasa said cheerily, her eyes still showing no emotion. “You won’t get another chance.”

<p class="MsoNormal">And with that, the Breton flicked her arm to the side and made a deep cut across the Bosmers neck, severing arteries and veins and even his oesophagus. Blood sprayed out high into the air as he clutched at his neck in a vain attempt to prolong his meagre existence. After a few seconds, he fell to his knees, blood bubbling out the wound as Sanzo took his last, painful breaths on Nirn.

<p class="MsoNormal">Mikasa smirked and placed her shoe on his chest, very lightly pushing him back until he fell over. Dead. Next, she set her sights on Bellator. The Noble warrior was quaking in his boots as the young woman slowly approached him, shadows of objects constantly following behind her own for as long as they could.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Run off to the City Bellator.” Mikasa smirked, pointing her sword up at his face. “Let your masters know shadow magic has found a new protector.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Imperial nodded in fear, waiting for Mikasa to tell him to go.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, I suppose I better provide proof hadn’t I?”

<p class="MsoNormal">She thought for a moment and grinned as an idea came to her. Without warning, she gripped Bellators wrist and let the Black Flames she had developed on her own engulf her hands once more. The skin around the Imperials wrist sizzled and smoked as the flesh burned, leaving an odd black mark around it. It looked strange…almost like it was too dark. Unnaturally so.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Go then…” Mikasa whispered, laughing once again as Bellator fled from Wenyandawik.