~+~"Give up and flee now while you can....."~+~
On a small island just off the shores of DarkWood Island, a lone figure stands among a group of undead; swords drawn. A zombie shambles up to the figure from behind, but the figure quickly spins around and lops off it's head. A skeleton takes this opportunity to try and catch the figure off guard, but it too is cut down in the blink of an eye.
Cain stares at the remaining undead with cold-calculating eyes, these mindless beasts were no match for his skill. But they were making him work due to their sheer numbers, and it was starting to piss him off.
Calm down master.....a cool head wins the war.....
Aw what does he know.....let's just spill more blood!
Cain tchs at the voices of his katana in his head and cuts down another mindless undead. "These beasts are not even worth spitting on, let alone soiling my blades." Cain slashes ahead of him with both katana, cutting a zombie in two. He stares at the torso of the zombie as it tries to crawl towards Cain before finally spearing it in the head.
Cain looks up at the horde of undead before him and sighs, "I really hate wasting this on unskilled vermin....but their numbers can't be ignored." With that said, Cain crosses his katana before him; the tip pointing towards the horde of zombies. Slowly a ball of swirling winds begins to form between the two blades, it grows a bit larger then shrinks down, grows even larger then shrinks down again, it repeats this as if it were alive. Growing and shrinking as the winds caught between Cain's katana begin to grow more violent, so violent it begins to affect the area surround Cain. Small debris gets tosses around and the skeletons closer to Cain shatter in the violent winds.
A small smirk forms on Cain's lips as he feels the familiar power forming between his blades, when he is satisfied with the strength of the winds, Cain slashes out wards with his katana; launching the ball of violent winds towards the horde of undead. It smashes through the first few undead before finally exploding into a violent tornado that rips apart the rest of the horde in a flurry of violent winds and flying debris. When the wind finally dissipates, the only thing left of the horde is pulverized bone and flesh.
~+~".....you are no match for a master."~+~
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