ANCHOR-9 - "D-Block" Dec 4, 2015 12:43:18 GMT -8
Post by JACK on Dec 4, 2015 12:43:18 GMT -8
Tension thickened the air, and every fleshy tap from Ue's bare feet felt magnified in the relative silence his cell provided. While he himself seemed oddly at ease, the men before him noticeably lacked his cool assurance. The youngest apparent had fear in his heart. His wears rattled loudly in trepidation, and his blade wavered unsteady. The other was much more resolute, both in hand and in eye; he was the quintessential samurai.
"It's no use; attack!" The words came as promptly as his own blitz, the wail of his blade filling the steel cell with all it's wielder's ire. Ue was just as quick to smile as he was to react, pivoting just enough to the side to feel the slash's wake brush lightly against his front side, but not as soon as he moved did the dog bite again. This time he cut horizontally in an attempt to cleave the prisoner, having anticipated his dodge.
Even then they moved together, fluidly. Ue stepped forward, so that when the slash reached the end of it's course they stood shoulder to shoulder, but only for a moment. Another pivot put the shinobi behind his assailant. His arms flashed forward bringing the metal chain that linked his restraints beneath the samurai's helmet, onto the fragile flesh of his throat. Ue's fingers weaved together behind his exposed neck, pressing down so that any breath he drew was stymied.
"Are you learning anything," he hummed. "Do you see that underneath this garb, you are only a man?" Standing a head above the samurai allowed him to cast a short glance at his young ally, who looked more afraid now than ever before. The captive gripped fiercely at his blade, shifting his handle to send a futile thrust over his shoulder at the shinobi's head.
"Have you learned," he called, evading the strike, and bearing down on his clutch with every word. "That your instinct to protect this meek, fragile, shell of flesh, has corroded any sense of duty you have?" The hostage's grip on his weapon began to wane, as did his breath, the latter having reduced to guttural chokes. Ue leered back at the upstart samurai.
"Do you understand that convictions are the only things that separate us? You cage us like animals and assume we are your prey." A loud ring filled the steel chamber; the samurai had finally relinquished his sword. With the last of his strength he stretched a pleading hand out to his subordinate, gasping where words should have been.
"I am an animal," Ue droned, half smiling as he hoisted the man as high as his arms could reach.
"But I am certainly not your prey."
Traces of resistance came by way of the samurai's legs and arms; they flailed and spasmed as he hung, fighting to survive. Such a display was enough to give any coward reason to act. The young samurai, washed with fear, bore his teeth down and charged forth. His blade rose and fell to slash at one of Ue's protruding elbows, but the shriek of metal striking metal caused him to freeze. Beneath the cut was his ally's helm; the shinobi had shifted, so that one elbow pointed north and the other south, all the while keeping his captive's head in tow.
"Captain!" His surprise gave Ue the window he needed to relinquish the hold and a strong kick sent his captive barreling into his subordinate, forcing them out of the cell and into the prison atrium.
To a witness they'd seem to explode from out of the chamber in a disheveled pile, one scrambling to rise and the other barely conscious, and in their shadow, stalking them with a menacing gait, emerged a shackled beast. He stood tall and proud above the fallen samurai, like a predator stalking his game, ready to deliver a finishing blow.