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Soul Edge's Revenge. . .(OnaBoat+Jamie_the_Brown)

Bow_down1991

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The energy that had been released from the Soul Edge sat dormant for too long. The energy that had once corrupted such beings as the one known as Nightmare, was far from being destroyed. In fact, the thing known as Nightmare was working tirelessly for the Soul Edge, or the energy from it. It was finally time, enough of the shards had been gathered for the being to do it's work. As Nightmare left, a eerie green glow engulfed the shards and they started to float in the air. As Nightmare turned around, the shards emitted a bright glow, and when the glow subsided, what remained formed into an exact copy of what looked like Nightmare formed in its place.

The being slowly stood up and stretched it's limbs. It cracked it's neck then looked at the real Nightmare, who was still standing in shock. In a quick flash, the real Nightmare charged the copy and swung at it with his huge sword. The sword chopped through the copy and the copy remained unphased. With a smile, the copy turned one of it's arms into goo and grasped Nightmare around the neck and stretched it across the dimly lit room, slamming Nightmare into the wall. It muttered something, then changed into a different man, Maxi.

Having fought a select group, it knew what people looked like. It retracted it's arm, leaving Nightmare crumpled on the ground. It walked toward the sun, looking for a certain person, Ivy. She would be his first victim. . .
 
Never too far from Nightmare in her eternal pursuit of the Soul Edge, Ivy was in a nearby town, still resting in an inn. Her armor, which was only a few scraps of cloth in all honesty, lay across the room from her, along with her blade. She was taking a few moments from her quest to let off some steam and relax, reading a long, leather-backed novel while she lay in repose upon her bed, entirely naked without fear of anyone coming in. It wasn't like there was very many opportunities for the owner, or other guests at an inn, to barge into someone else's room, after all.
 
((Sorry. . .))

In the air, the being could feel Ivy's prescence. It wasn't really certain what it was going to do once it found her, maybe just destroy her, maybe just humiliate her. It had awhile to decide. As the new form slinked down the stairs of the citadel, it started to walk to the nearby town, the smell of the woman driving him forward. The monster reached the town without too much frustration, and the smell brought it right to the inn that the woman was. It drove him to her room, and with a raised hand, he knocked on the door. . .
 
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