The battle of the blade(Anansi and Pistol.)

[Anansi]

A rustling sound came through the trees of the town, well some of the few that were standing anyway and as he slept soundly something approached. Flapping and fluttering wildly through the sharp needles and branches that surrounded him from where he sat. Christmas was long over but the town for some reason or another still had its tree up and strangely enough it was where he felt comfortable. His eyes shot open as the fluttering creature came towards him and his hand shot out to crush it in his grasp his leather clad fingers gripping it tightly as his crystalline blue eyes shot open. He had panicked slightly, it had become his usual reaction to anything that moved about him as he slept. Slowly he looked down to open his hand to reveal a crumpled torn half of a poster. Spreading it out on the trunk before him as he parted his legs to straddle it and leaned forward he tilted his head. "Grand....grand what? He had a name, he had an address...but for what?" He said slowly as his eyes ran along it. Lifting up his finger he moved his silver hair from his eyes and ran his eyes over the poster once more.

He saw mention of food and perhaps it would be best to go to a place that was having some kind of grand event to get it rather than having to associate with local merchants who would only shoo him away for his odd appearance. He stood moving his fingers along his pale skin, it had a slight hue to it, as though it were constantly under a chill, his lips a soft blue and his veins showing slightly through his almost ethereally pale visage. His clothing was a stark contrast, a deep black, and ragged in contrast to his smooth face. His boots clinked softly as he stood. Turning he walked forward and to the trunk, then up the trunk before turning and walking down it the metal shank of the bottom of his boots giving a soft hiss with each press. On his way down he picked up a large black parcel of sorts. It was swaddled in a deep black cloth bound by various leather straps at odd angles as though its maker had been in a particular rush or just hadn't particularly cared about it. Reaching the bottom he hopped down and plodded out from beneath the thick boughs and branches of the large tree and walked slowly along down the road.

His eyes flitted along the street signs looking for the place mentioned as he walked. His body shifting uneasily as he did so while people turned to look at him and pointed slowly one by one. He hated jobs that took him to places such as this. His hair dye had run out and his skin had returned to its usual complexion in a matter of days and now all he had to go on was being some strange sort of albino with birth defects to get people to stop asking him questions or chasing him about. Few ever noticed the important things, like the fact that no steam came from his mouth or that he had been wearing the same clothes for three weeks without so much of a hint of a scent coming off of them. Stopping before the edge of town he looked up and down the face of the establishment in the distance. He didn't particularly fancy walking so he looked about slowly for some alternate form of transportation. Spotting an officer on horseback he slowly made his way over to him.
Slowly he removed the glove of his right hand and it began to give off the look of soft frost forming along his digits as he hopped up and touched a finger to the officers temple. The man's body seized up and he crumpled from his mount and into the crook of Dirael's arm. Replacing his glove he hopped onto the horse leaving the fallen officer who now gave off soft shuddering breaths in the street to quickly ride off and up to the main gate. A few minutes later he had gone through and past the gate before making his way up to the main entrance. Stepping down onto the coach stone before the house he gave the horse a firm clap on the backside sending it whinnying off in the distance as he made his way up to the door his eyes furtively glancing about.

Slipping within he slowly walked over to the bar and proceeded to simply lean over it and take a pitcher on the other side lifting it onto the bar and pouring himself a glass. "Ok..." He said as he lifted the glass slowly and gulped down the lot quickly in one giant pull lest it freeze on its way down. He simply sat there with his parcel to one side..then oddly enough it spoke.

"Why'd we have to come here? I can make water you know...I mean its not like you haven't drank it before."

"I don't want to get into this..and stop talking to me...people will think I'm crazy if they see me talking to a parcel."

 

[Pistol Kiss]

Ten years. It had been ten years since she had last been home. Ten years since she has unleashed the demon she was training to protect the seals on. Kotori, her name meant luck but her existence meant doom. Ten years since she had killed her town with her stupidity. Though that had taught her one thing. Demons should not be sealed. They needed to be killed otherwise they would just get out again. Get out and kill over and over until they died or were re-captured. She wouldnâ??t have this. A demon granted her a gift. He meant it as a taunt but she had spent ten years honing her skills in order to kill every demon she found. Her body had the scars for each one. If the creature hadnâ??t given her a scar she would give herself one.

Kotori grips her staff hard running along a stream. The bells on her staff ringing out with each step she took, hair flying behind her as she kept a break neck speed. Her mind yet again on her past, the visions of her people being ripped to shreds like rag dolls running though her mind. That is why she did this for them. So they would know that there unlucky little bird could do something useful. That she could bring some light to the world she darkened so easily. She ran to her next target, a water demon or something like that. She really didnâ??t need to hear much about a foe before killing it. They were all the same, donâ??t get hit remove the head and the heart burn everything. She stops, ramming her staff into the soft earth. Slowly she pulls out a pouch of a jerky. By the color and texture one could tell it was chicken or duck. Without hesitating she rips into the meat, the last time the woman had eaten was days ago. Immortality had its high points, as long as she ate when she was injured she could go weeks without eating. Though her mind was just a bit sharper, her reflexes were just a little more honed when she ate. After eating a few bits of the bird meat she pulls her staff up and keeps running. Making her way to the nearest town.

Most of thee towns she had visited at first were close to home, all of them looked like her own before her mistake. This town looked more western then the rest, slowly she makes her way to what looked like a place to get some clean water. Kotori never trusted streams, who knows what crapped in that water. As she walks her footsteps are silent. The girl sits next to a man, he looked albino. â??Do you sell water?â? She asks the barkeep softly, eyes on his. Though in the corner of her eye she looks over the man next to her. He looked off.

 

[Anansi]

"What are you ashamed of me? You use me to create the water for your blade, that fucking Anansi seduced me and got me to agree to this then he trapped me in this thing!" The voice came louder now angry and vehement. "I haven't been fucked in eight years, I haven't gone on a rampage in ten, hell we haven't killed anyone in what...three weeks now! A girl has her needs even if she's a fucking demon!" It spat at him loudly the air resounding with her high shrill voice.

"You mean back when you posed as a male and went about destroying villages and such? You mean like that? You mean like how he caught you killing his mine workers and inflicted this as punishment!" He yelled at her now furious for the commotion she had caused. "Now shut up." He yelled at the parcel now standing, his crystalline blue eyes flashed with anger. They had this argument seemingly every day now. Standing he sighed before he realized the entire bar was staring at them. Looking over he sighed. "What are you people looking at?" He said with a sneer. The kind of sneer only those who had seen the horrors of life and old age could muster. IT was like a deep gash had been dragged across his face instead of a mouth and its edges curled back in sheer revulsion from his face. Though usually ethereally attractive his cold demeanour slipped out and the temperature of the room dropped rapidly before he sighed and shook his head.

Slowly he turned and made his way towards the door after quickly shouldering his parcel. It was a slight bit taller than he was but he managed it as though it weighed nothing. Making his way to the door he opened it and quickly left eventually making his way out into the street.

 

[Pistol Kiss]

The barkeep looks at her like she is crazy, â??Water? Nope just booze and food.â? He chuckled softly at her washing a glass clean. Kotori sighs, she would have to go on to find clean water. Drinking would just lead to problems. â??Thank you for your time sir.â? She tells him flatly, slowly starting to stand up. Her whole body stiffened mid movement the second she heard the bag talk, a grin crossing her face as the bag said demon. Who cared if it was small and helpless it was a demon after all. Her current shape and size didnâ??t mean a thing. That creature had killed before and she had to pay for it with her life. After all she still was deadly as a blade.

Kotori follows the man out of the bar, keeping well behind him. He too could be a demon. If that was true she would be in trouble. One was easy to take down. Two demons, that was a problem since there powers could sync up and overtake her. She had made that mistake only once with a pair of twin demons. They had mild water and thunder powers, and it was only a year into her crusade to rid the world of demons. She was still a little green and didnâ??t see the problem this would cause her. Charging into battle Kotori received a few shocks that she couldnâ??t explain. Then it hit her the attack method the pair was using, one would soak her and the other would zap her. Though the water one fled the area when the thunder one would attack. This had given her an idea. She got the thunder one to hit his brother. They began to fight amongst themselves. It was easy work to kill them after that.


Kotori keeps following the man, keeping her distance. She was close enough to see him but far enough not to make him think she was following him. Her arm stiffly holding her staff. Last thing she needed was for the bells to ring him to look back and realise who and what she was. The village would be lost. That was not to happen. That would be the worst possible ending. The best him dieing and that demon with him too.

 

[Anansi]

He walked slowly as he left the bar. His steel capped and toed boots clacking softly against the cobblestones as he moved through the streets. He wasn't a demon, and he didn't particularly care if people thought he was, he just didn't like attention. He left, and he noted from the distance the girl behind him. As he made sharp turns she followed, regardless of distance she was still behind him. That was the mark of one used to stalking without actually being used to it. A demon saw all humans as alike and thus wouldn't pick her out, but he did. He had no clue what end she was trying to meet then, whether she wished to capture or destroy, but it didn't matter. He sped up slightly his gait simply widening so it looked as though he walked at the same pace yet he began to pull away from her.

He made his was through the city streets at a faster pace cutting this corner and that before he was soon on the edge of the city and making his way into the woods. He had to leave anyway and head out to a waypoint so it didn't matter. He wasn't in the mood for killing anyone, he'd come, done his job his duties had required him to kill enough. A fight with her would only dispel his ruse of being an odd traveler. Any hunter with experience would have been able to tell that he was something that couldn't be fought one on one, or even ten on one but he didn't particularly care for her experience, she hunted him and he would deal with it. Stopping eventually in a clearing he leaned his parcel against a tree and walked out into the middle of the clearing and stretched as he waited for her inevitable arrival.

 

[Pistol Kiss]

She keeps her distance at first. Adjusting her speed keeping the same distance away from him, Slowly it hits her that she had been made. Kotori sighs and gives up on keeping her intent silent and races after her next foe. Cutting the distance between then quickly, cutting corners and nearly hitting a few people. She sighs softly as they leave the town and make there way into the woods. Nobody for him to use as a shield, she could fight him freely. Rarely was Kotori given this opportunity. She races into the clearing not caring if it was a trap. He would be hers. He would know how all his victims felt as they died by his hands.

She slows to a stop, planting her staff into the earth. She only carried the thing for one reason. It carried the hopes and dreams of the people who gave there lives in her village. â??Foul demon. You have killed for too long. I shall end your trail of blood and tears.â? She strides over to him eyes determined to do this quickly.

 

[Anansi]

He looked at her his crystalline eyes colder than the air about him. His eyes locked to hers in a piercing heartless stare, it was empty, infinitely empty as though nothing before or behind him mattered except this moment. In the grand scope of eternity this moment was nothing, but for the time being it was all he saw. Standing there he waited leaning onto his heels as he spread his feet not thinking to underestimate her in the slightest but for it to be worth his time there was no way he could fight her armed with his main weapon though she carried a staff as her weapon. Looking to her he raised his hands both open palmed as he waited.

He watched her as she spoke he had nothing to say to her. Her stride depicted that of confidence. He had no desire to kill her, but he would not allow himself to be killed by such a shoddy opponent who had never faced a real opponent.

 

[Pistol Kiss]

As she moves the woman picks up speed, breaking out into a run. â??No words? â? That worked for her, she didnâ??t care about his life story. All that mattered was the end of his story. That he was going to die at her hands. Though it seemed a little easy, he looked like a low class demon. No horns no extra limbs, nothing special. Though she had seen some with speed boosts and a another with a nice regeneration ability. She throws a test punch. Right at his face, it was both a test of how skilled he was and his reflex time.

 

[Anansi]

He didn't say anything, he didn't speak, he didn't even flinch. He simply took off the glove from his right hand. He then thought against it seeing as how the severe frost bite and nerve damage he could inflict upon her with a single touch may kill her. He waited and simply shifted his stance as she began to run towards him. He took in a breath simply waiting for her. As she swung her fist he took into consideration that she held her staff with one hand meaning if she swung it it would either be a weak blow or off balanced. Her other hand was swung forward towards his face. As a result he shifted around towards her and raised one hand to guard against a possible hook and another shot upwards tip tucked in second joints bent towards her throat to strike. It was precise and fast but could be modified at any time.