The Forgotten Warrior

[Nelo Angelo]

lol. didnt know i had you as a reader. i wont dissapoint my friend, i actually started writin the next chap today.

[nojerom_14]

arg i can't believe you didn't tell me that Nelo!
*slaps him upside the head*

[Nelo Angelo]

er mar. i think there maybe a good reason why.
yo werent even here rmember. some 'technical' dificulties.

[Haku]

Yeah its been awhile since the last update, but its great to hear that you recently started on the next chapter though.

[nojerom_14]

oh yeah...
hahaha haha ha ha..
*walks away*

[Lectori Salutem]

You already started writing again?!? So how is it going with the chapter?

[Nelo Angelo]

ye i cant believe it myself. lol.
i just thought id try but im finding myself writing like crazy.
this is gonna be my longest chapter yet i think. i just hope its good. still workin on it.
i got you to thank LS. thanks ^^.
and of course the rest of you guys for waiting patiently, love ya'll. lol.

[Lectori Salutem]

That's how it works sometimes, you can't do it until you start doing it (that sounds stupid, doesn't it? I mean that things seem very hard at first, but when you just start at the begin and work your way through you'll find it's not that hard at all).

I'll be waiting, but don't rush it!

[Nelo Angelo]

thats very true. glad i listened and gave it another try.

ok i wont, im just drafting now, im gonna go throguh it after im one and edit stuff like always.
ill let you know when its done ye.

[Lectori Salutem]

I should really start following my own advise and finish the next chapter for my fic... *is actually thinking of starting a new fic* Oh well... At least your chapter is going well...

[Nelo Angelo]

your thinkin about makin an ew fic are ya? thats cool.
i got troubles on one. your gonna be on your third.
*bows* impressive LS. ill definetly check that out, ill start reading your other two, i shouldve done a long time ago. im sorry. my apologies.

[Xuan]

Get it done earlier? Cause I'm nearly bedtime.

[Lectori Salutem]

Well, I'm think of a new one cause I can't finish the other two... I will someday, just not now *flees to think up more excuses*

And Xuan, wouldn't you rather have an amazing chapter tomorrow than a rushed one today?

[Nelo Angelo]

oh ok. ill read the new one for def.
and dont worry xuan my friend. be a little more patient, thanks.

[Nelo Angelo]

here is the next chap. sorry for double post guys.
hope you like it. went all out on it.

Chapter 13

She held her blade high at her side and gave a violent glare into Ghoda’s cold, malevolent eyes. In rage he swung his huge broadsword straight for her cranium but missed, she was very agile. She dodged the swing with a side roll and rolled back up with a brutal spinning heel kick hitting Ghoda clean in the jaw. He spat out blood and started going on the defensive as she attacked at him relentlessly, but with elegance. She moved around like poetry in motion. Her style was superb. Slash and feint and dodge and slash. It was like a graceful dance. The titan found it almost impossible to keep up with her.

All of a sudden he gave a thunderous back fist out of fury that caught the samurai-geisha off guard, and sent her flying back onto a fallen tree trunk. She quickly recuperated herself as he headed towards her with giant strides. He swung his blade vertically for what seemed like a finishing blow but she quickly rolled through his behemoth legs and gave a quick succession of slashes with might across his back. His body armour crumbled as the forceful blows connected. He howled with ferocity as his bare body felt the cuts but it wasn’t because of the pain, it was because he was losing.

But the dancing samurai geisha had been weakened by that thunderous blow from the titan and again didn’t see a wild swing from Ghoda’s monstrous like arm. She was sent soaring into a broken mage home; her Ugetsu Blade fell hundreds of feet away from her. This time the titan managed to grab hold of her by the neck and seized her high off the ground until his eyes met her with hers. He was double her size but she still showed no fear whatsoever as he glared intensely into her beautiful but raging eyes. She saw that he had a scar across his face.

“It seems such a pity to let you go to waste. But that’s all you shall be, a pretty little stain under my foot.” He threw her to the ground with force and raised his mammoth foot to crush her. Suddenly within a split second he felt a searing pain in his foot and roared with pain. She had impaled it with her blade. She rolled out the way and went for the finishing blow as she flew high into the air aiming for his neck. But Ghoda saw her coming and threw her down with another blow with his fist. She was winded and hurt. “So you have alchemic power too,” he grunted under his breath.

She clenched her Ugetsu blade tight and panted heavily as she rested on one knee. She knew it was futile trying to bring the titan down, now that she was hurt pretty bad. Besides he didn’t know the whereabouts of Nelo it seemed. It was a waste of time. She got up and ran with the last of her energy towards the palace once more. The Grand Mage must know where Nelo was.

Ghoda watched her go and didn’t bother to follow. He had been hurt but had tonnes of fight left in him. He was almost superhuman. He picked up his broadsword and left his broken pieces of armour. His muscular body was covered in crimson blood from the furious slashes. But Ghoda showed no signs of pain. He walked nonchalantly and got back onto his horse. He howled to his men, “Our work is done! Let us take our leave.
Listen you pathetic mages; let this be a lesson to you. Do not even think about crossing Master Bijomaru or the consequences shall be far worse than today. Mark my words!”

The knights left the city in ruins. The mage army had been defeated.
***

Neloangelo sat mediating facing an open fire. The room was dark and Mogi was fast asleep floating in mid air beside his master. The burning light of the flame shone on Nelo’s face. The vision he saw kept running through his mind. Who was the figure that had killed? And who did they kill? He wanted to know now more than ever. His crimson eyes burned bright reflecting the dancing flames in front of him. They showed concentration, he was trying hard to recall his past.

Mitsunare stood outside his home at the edge of the cliff. The sun was setting in the horizon, the sea was calm and the wind of the night slowly started to brew. Mitsunare was now wearing what seemed to be a war outfit. It was a dark orange and red overall, with a bronze chest plate, and red arm guards. His silver hair was in a neat ponytail and he held his legendary spear known as the Sky Scorcher in his right hand. Clasped in his left hand was a small, glimmering, crystal pendant. His eyes were shut and he was mumbling something. He was in deep concentration. The crystal started to give of a mysterious mist of some kind. It diffused into the air. Mitsunare’s mumbling got louder. He was chanting something.

**
A huge army was assembled in an open field. They all were demonic looking, black armour. Leading the army sat on a horse was a titan of a man, it was Ghoda. He was looking with the utmost fury at a small silver haired, bronze armoured man many miles in front of him, it was Mitsunare. Mitsunare was sat on his horse, spear in hand, thousands of arrows wrapped around his waist and his sturdy bow on his back. He seemed to be commanding an army that counted to only a third of Ghoda’s side. The crystal pendant gleamed around his neck.

A mighty roar filled the battleground as Ghoda ordered his men to charge. Thousands of horse’s hooves shook the ground, arrows started raining across the filed, and screams of anger erupted through the land. The fight had begun.

Mitsunare impaled his way through the ascending army, his Sky Scorcher ripping through every evil, tainted, flesh that got in its way. His target was Ghoda who sat there on his horse with that same malevolent, nonchalant look on his face. His orange eyes glared through the black helmet he wore.
Mitsunare was knocked of his horse by an impending group of knights. He quickly recuperated and let loose a handful of arrows in a split second at the knights. At least a dozen were killed instantly as it struck them perfectly through the crevices of their helmets. Mitsunare eyes were sharper than an eagle. He wasn’t the right hand man of the Emperor for nothing.

Ghoda waited for the only man to ever have defeated him, only a few days ago, to near. He would get his revenge by snapping his head from his neck, he kept thinking. A few of Mitsunare’s men had closed down towards Ghoda. He thought he’d take a few down for starters. He got off casually from the horse and took his enormous broadsword sheathed on his back. With a powerful swing he crushed six men. His power was terrifying as was his physique. He swung the sword which weighed more than a horse with one hand, with superb ease. He swatted the men like flies with furious impending swings one after another. His eyes showed no remorse as countless bodies flew threw the air.

Mitsunare was nearing. The numbers of Bijomaru’s army was decreasing vastly and quickly. The Emperors men were highly skilled under the training of Mitsunare and were fighting with all their spirit.
Suddenly Mitsunare saw him from the corner of his eye watching the fight sat silently on his black horse, it was Bijomaru. He had come. This was not good as both Ghoda and Bijomaru would easily annihilate his army and he couldn’t face them both on his own. But Bijomaru didn’t seem to move. His cloak blew with the wind as did his long black hair. His red eyes could be seen surveying the battle. What was he waiting for? Mitsunare let loose another rain of arrows whilst running towards Ghoda taking out anther several knights.

He neared his foe and put away his arrows. He grasped the Sky Scorcher which was strapped on his back and readied himself. Ghoda crushed the skull of the man he was holding and threw him to the ground as he saw Mitsunare’s dragon headed spear gleaming from the corner of his eye. The very spear that had scarred his face, he took off his helmet slowly and felt the scar.
Anger brewed inside him and he gripped the handle of the broadsword tight. With a huge vertical swing he struck for Mitsunare.
Mitsunare easily dodged it and unleashed a series of furious lunges at Ghoda striking him on his chest plate. The titan struck back with swinging blows that Mitsunare dodged and feinted. He was a very quick and agile man, it as like he had a sixth sense. He could anticipate his opponent’s attacks. Ghoda threw wave after wave of more furious swings but Mitsunare dodged, blocked and countered them all.

To the relief of Ghoda a hoard of his knights surrounded Mitsunare trapping him in a circle. It gave Ghoda the chance to hone himself and watch Mitsunare struggle. He saw his master on a hill watching. He could not show any sign of backing out or cowardice for he knew the consequence of doing so. But Bijomaru seemed to ride away. He didn’t come down to fight or help. Ghoda couldn’t understand why. He looked around the battlefield and saw that his men were almost all gone. Mitsunare’s men had annihilated over three quarters of the knights.
“Impossible,” he grumbled in a shocked tone. He looked over at Mitsunare. The bag of bones had taken out the knights that had surrounded him and was looking straight above into his eyes.
“Do you yield Ghoda?”
“Never!”
But then suddenly a loud trumpet sounded from one of Mitsunare’s men, it was his messenger.
“Master Mitsunare! You are needed at the palace! Terrible news has befallen us!”
Mitsunare’s eyes lit up in shock. He ran towards his horse towards the palace. His men followed. They had won the battle but was the war over?
“Father…” Mitsunare whispered.

***
“Father…”
“Mitsunare? Are you okay my friend?” Neloangelo came outside to see why Mitsunare had been standing out there for so long.