Etsuko II: War of the Phoenix

[Renegadius]

((Somebody call for Chaos?))

Leaping through through air, Matthew's body flickered as it flashed past the lights and shadows of passing windows. Hands snapping out to wrap around the shoulders of a grotesquely rotten woman, the boy twisted his entire body in midair, snapping her fungal spinal column in two. Landing in a skid through the snow, the silver-haired Lycan flipped off coiled legs over the outstretched arms of yet another of the walking dead, silver longsword gleaming in the nightlight like an unforgiving angel, scorging the undead shell.

Ducking under the grasp of barely-skeletal figure, Matthew's longsword disappeared as he flourished two wickledly curved daggers. Dancing new death through the streets of the city, he bore down ever closer towards the source of the undeath. Kicking one of the animated bodies straight up into the air with a staggering blow, he leaped up, slamming his heel into the creature's face hard enough to implode it's nasal cavity straight into its throat, off-color red mist bursting away from the mess of the thing's face as it keened it's agony through a fractured larynx.

Catching himself on black-gloved palms, the boy fired into a series of backflips that would put any acrobat to shame, evading the howling opressors that swarmed the small town. Catching his heels against the edge of a large fountain, he coiled his legs, exploding away from the stone adornment and into the night sky, landing atop the point of a steepled roof. Catching sight of the one he hunted out of the corner of his eye, he leaped away from the roof, piercing into the shadow of the moonless eve.

Landing softly atop the point of the cross of a tomb, Matthew's bowstring groaned as he drew an arrow across it, sighting in the back of the black figure's head across Cemetary. As though amused by the horrific reanimation in progress, Old Man Winter's breath rumbled out in a cold thunder as he laughed out a new falling of thick snowflakes over the city.

 

[Renegadius]

"I must say, you certainly bring down the retail in areas you visit," The youth quipped, tossing his bow to land softly in the snow at the foot of a grave as he drew his own longsword. Drawing a black, silk blindfold from his rear pocket, he tied it snugly about his eyes, cutting off the distraction of flashing lights in the distance, tuning into a far more acute sense of vision. Sliding his left arm behind his back, he made an elegant leg, bowing to his opponant before holding his blade out perfectly straight. "Do you ever get used to the smell?" He chuckled softly, dropping the salute into a more agressive stance.

Taking the cemetary in with his mind's eye, Matthew took a steady breath, expelling the probing depression that suddenly threatened to overtake his very soul. Cracking his silver tail like a whip, he readied himself for the onset.

 

[Renegadius]

Leaping away from the headstone, Matthew twisted his body around the necromantic X, sailing through the air in a heavy downward slash. With a smile, he feinted the slash, tucking his arms back as he performed a sweeping kick upon landing, launching a large cloud of ice flakes between himself and the walking death.

"You're certainly not one for idle banter, are you?" He chuckled, locking his fingers together before taking off into a series of hand gestures. As the wind whipped up, screams and the sound of destruction leaped up from the town, the mixed scents of blood and ichor caressing his nostrils on the breeze, which suddenly leaped up into a howling crosswind.

 

[Renegadius]

"Oh, I'm not trying to defeat you," Matthew laughed out loud, despite the dull ache crawling up his arm, "Just allowing certain peoples the time to realise who's come to crash the party!" With a flex of his will, white flames engulfed his arm, twisting around the blade of his sword to flicker in the crosswind. Gritting his teeth together, he ground the points of his steel boots into the soil resting beneath the snow, forcing his entire body forward.

Dropping his blade from his right hand, he caught it in his left, bringing it crashing forward against his black opponant's weapon. Growling against the man's unnatural strength, he opened his right hand, forcing it closer and closer to the shade's face, white flames licking hungrilly forward. 'They always play the scent game...' He sighed, resisting the gag reflex. A genuine smile suddenly broke out past the grimace at the thought of puking all of his foe.

 

[Renegadius]

Gritting his teeth as his Necromantic opponant so rudely crushed his hand, Matthew blew a vaporous breath through his lips to find his center through the pulsating ache. Closing his eyes with a sniff, he allowed his boiling blood to settle. 'Could've at least left a skull to talk to...' He smiled, stilling his breath with another slowly-expelled cloud of white steam.

Wincing slightly as his wrist reset itself with a cool pop, he delicately flexed his palm, opening and closing it a few times to check for damage. Opening his cold blue eyes, thick snowflakes danced on his long silver eyelashes. As the adrenaline drained out of his system, the youth finally settled back into the countenance of a child no older than fifteen or sixteen winters.

With a long sigh, he flexed his hands before relaxing completely under the grasp of the macabre prison. A couple metres to his left, a late riser tore its way out of its grave, turning to favor the boy with a cloudy one-eyed stare. With its mindless reason, it tried to figure out why "friend" was stuck to the ground, with all of its arms all over the everywhere.

Cocking an eyebrow, the white-haired lycan favored the zombie with a fanged smile. "Hungh?" The decomposing denizen gurgled curiously. Clearing his throat, Matthew returned, "Mluh..." Clicking its teeth together like a scolding mother—'Oh, it's female!' Matt realised—the zombie woman reached down to tug at the frozen limbs. With a chuckle, the boy closed his eyes with an easy breath, resting his body as his new ally began to dig up the arms.