Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 9, 2009 15:59:45 GMT -5
"Your lucky it's me killing you..."
Roxa glared over at Freida, his face a mask of fury "I am ready!" He growled "Tell me where they hide and I will cut them down!" the grip on his weapons tightened before slackening slightly as Freida looked across at Grain who nodded, he then looked across at Gram who was the older of the two brother's he also nodded. Freida turned his ageing gaze on Roxa "As you know we are on the border of the Nemus Village, just to the south in the woods rests an old camp, if you head there you will find a wrought iron gate covered in moss, it is there that Derezza and his bandit's live" Roxa nodded and walked up to Freida and hugged the older man, unsure whether or not he will be able to return "Thank you..." he whispered barely audible "For everything... I love you guys..." Freida simply patted him on the back and released the boy "It is time you left I think"
Roxa left straight away save packing some of the more obvious needs, he had set off on foot and had reached the woods in just under half an hour and thankfully the journey had been smooth with Roxa not encountering any large animals. It was not long before he reached the iron gate and stood in front of it simply staring in wonder knowing that the revenge he had sought for so long rested just beyond this simple barrier, Roxa took a step forward before a small glit caught his eye and he suddenly lept back as an arrow ripped into a tree just where Roxa had been stood moment's before. Two bandits stepped from the bushes, one carrying a bow and the other a sword, the one with the sword rushed Roxa expecting to soon over-power the young boy however he got a swift surprise when he ducked under his blow and raised up in a small spin slicing his blade across the neck of the bandit and sending him to the floor, thrashing around and trying his best to grab hold of one last breath... but to no avail, for the first time in his life Roxa had killed a man, the first step of his revenge was complete. He snapped back to reality and rushed forward towards the bowman, he already had an arrow pulled back and let it fly as the thirteen year old boy charged him, Roxa lept to the right and let the arrow fly past and swung his glinting silver weapon down cracking another arrow down the middle giving the normally accurate bowman a brief shock, Roxa continued onwards and lept forwards placing his feet before him and sending his boot's crashing into the man's chest, the bandit collapsed onto a knee and tried to catch his breath but when he looked up he had a midninght black blade resting against his neck "You...You may have beaten us... But you won't beat Derezza!" Roxa growled in frustration "Shut up!" He yelled before bringing the weapon down on the man's neck.
Roxa left the bloodshed behind him, two men who could have been responsible for his family's death's were gone, hopefully in a worse place than his family. Yet still he did not feel any better, the weight that had seemed to sit on his shoulder all these years had not shifted an inch "Derezza..." he thought to himself as he wrenched open the gate "Once he is dead, then my parents will be avenged" he stepped through the threshold that was the gate and continued up the beaten track that led to what appeared to be a campfire or fire pit. Roxa had crouched low as he approached the last few feet, ducking into a bush he peeked out to see four bandit's sat down picking meat from the bones of a small animal, probably a fox or something, but one man in particular stood out from all the others as he was seated on an ornate chair and garbed himself in dark blake robes with a hood resting over his eyes. That was the man responsible for the death of his family, standing up straight Roxa took a few steps out of the bushes and stood before the five men, almost all at once they turned their heads towards him and each in turn tilted it to the side in shock and surprise at the sight of this boy standing before them armed with two swords a look of hatred on his face. Derezza stood up straight and gripped a very familiar looking doube-headed battle axe at his side, by the look of it the weapon seemed able to fell large trees "Well..." Derezza growled "Don't just stand there... Cut the boy down!" The bandits looked somewhat hesitant but moved cautiously towards Roxa.
Looking to his left and then his right it seemed pretty obvious that he was surrounded and the chances of victory here were slim. A small sense of power built up in the pit of his stomach, was this what rage really felt like? Is this what it felt like? No it was too powerful to be simple rage, Roxa decided to let the rage go to clear his mind, however when he did so a small feeling of strength gripped his hand as if holding an invisible ball. Roxa instinctivley tossed the 'ball' at one of the bandits and knocked him back ten feet into a tree and then the feeling was gone, Roxa hadn't looked twice at the bandit and didn't notice that he had gone straight through a branch killing him instantly. Roxa moved on another bandit, lunging forwards with his darker weapon but the bandit slammed his hammer down and knocked the downwards against the floor, he brought the hammer back up aiming to catch Roxa's jaw but he managed to roll backwards away and leap up with the silver sword still in hand, moving cautiously forward he waited for the bandit to make the first move, and he did, the bandit swung the large hammer horizontally at Roxa who ducked underneath the blow and brought his own weapon up at an angle, catching the man through the jaw with the blade eventually piercing through the skull and out the other side. Only two bandits and Derezza remained, Roxa rolled forwards grabbed his swords and stood up straight but the same feeling in his gut came back but did it come on it's own or did he call it? He moved forwards while releasing the feeling and he propelled himself to the other side of the bandits, his arms were held ahead of him and the swords pointed away from his body. The two bandits gasped and blood gushed from their waist's as they collapsed on the floor dead with gaping wounds across their torso's.
Roxa stood up straight and turned to face Derezza, his face a mask of rage as his hands tightened against the swords that they held. Derezza brandished the axe and walked slowly forwards towards Roxa, the hood covering his eyes and hiding his true appearence from Roxa "So..." He said in a gruff voice "You seek revenge you little brat?" He swung the axe at Roxa's head who swiftly leant backwards just beyond the weapons reach "Well it shall not be easy!" He roared swinging the weapon back, Roxa dodged yet again this time swinging his own swords but the bandit leader ducked underneath them "You will regret killing my family!" Roxa screamed rushing forwards his blades moving in a flurry of movement, coming off in silver and black blurs at the man who tried his best to block the strike but came out with multiple gashes and scratches along the flesh that was bared meaning his neck and hands were cut into ribbons. The man took a few cautious steps back and then raised the axe aiming to cut Roxa straight in two, luckily the boy's reactions were greater and he drifted to the side, the axe colliding with the dirt next to him sending up heavy clouds of dust and grit into the air around them. Roxa spun in a circle lowering his body and catching the back of Derezza's legs with one of his own forcing the man onto his back, he swung the midnight blade down towards the bandit but he raised the axe to block the move succesfully which seemed a dire shame, Roxa kicked the shaft of the axe away from Derezza leaving him defenceless.
Derezza got up onto his knees as his hood fell away from his eyes, he had raven black hair and a battered face "Please..." He begged clutching his cut hands together "Have mercy" He pleaded, Roxa's grip tightened on the darker of his two weapons "Did you show my honourable father mercy?!" He roared "Did you show my defenceless mother mercy?!" His anger was slowly building something that would come to haunt him in year's to come "Did you show my ten year old sister mercy?!?!" He was practically screaming now as he pointed the midnight blade at the man's neck "Please... Killing me would make you no better than I!" Roxa's grip tightened again "Shut Up!" He yelled as he cut the weapon through Derezza's neck causing him to drop dead onto the ground with a gaping wound running across his throat, blood seeping from it like a waterfall.
ten minuites later
Roxa stood in front of a large fire wearing a long black overcoat, the hood hiding the light blue eyes which his mother had complemented him on so many times, resting in the centre of the fire was his father's axe which Roxa burnt hoping it would give his father the peace he deserved. His revenge was complete yet he felt empty, his revenge still burnt like the now smouldering axe in the middle of the blazing flames and he still felt that hollow feeling of being incomplete. He turned his back on the fire and started walking away "I'll avenge you mother..." He said, deciding he had only avenged one third of his now deceased family "And whoever killed you, will pay just as Derezza did" He sheathed his two weapons and glanced up at the midnight sky, one last look at it with an empty mind before it became polluted with thoughts of hatred and revenge as it had been for the last three years.
Roxa glared over at Freida, his face a mask of fury "I am ready!" He growled "Tell me where they hide and I will cut them down!" the grip on his weapons tightened before slackening slightly as Freida looked across at Grain who nodded, he then looked across at Gram who was the older of the two brother's he also nodded. Freida turned his ageing gaze on Roxa "As you know we are on the border of the Nemus Village, just to the south in the woods rests an old camp, if you head there you will find a wrought iron gate covered in moss, it is there that Derezza and his bandit's live" Roxa nodded and walked up to Freida and hugged the older man, unsure whether or not he will be able to return "Thank you..." he whispered barely audible "For everything... I love you guys..." Freida simply patted him on the back and released the boy "It is time you left I think"
Roxa left straight away save packing some of the more obvious needs, he had set off on foot and had reached the woods in just under half an hour and thankfully the journey had been smooth with Roxa not encountering any large animals. It was not long before he reached the iron gate and stood in front of it simply staring in wonder knowing that the revenge he had sought for so long rested just beyond this simple barrier, Roxa took a step forward before a small glit caught his eye and he suddenly lept back as an arrow ripped into a tree just where Roxa had been stood moment's before. Two bandits stepped from the bushes, one carrying a bow and the other a sword, the one with the sword rushed Roxa expecting to soon over-power the young boy however he got a swift surprise when he ducked under his blow and raised up in a small spin slicing his blade across the neck of the bandit and sending him to the floor, thrashing around and trying his best to grab hold of one last breath... but to no avail, for the first time in his life Roxa had killed a man, the first step of his revenge was complete. He snapped back to reality and rushed forward towards the bowman, he already had an arrow pulled back and let it fly as the thirteen year old boy charged him, Roxa lept to the right and let the arrow fly past and swung his glinting silver weapon down cracking another arrow down the middle giving the normally accurate bowman a brief shock, Roxa continued onwards and lept forwards placing his feet before him and sending his boot's crashing into the man's chest, the bandit collapsed onto a knee and tried to catch his breath but when he looked up he had a midninght black blade resting against his neck "You...You may have beaten us... But you won't beat Derezza!" Roxa growled in frustration "Shut up!" He yelled before bringing the weapon down on the man's neck.
Roxa left the bloodshed behind him, two men who could have been responsible for his family's death's were gone, hopefully in a worse place than his family. Yet still he did not feel any better, the weight that had seemed to sit on his shoulder all these years had not shifted an inch "Derezza..." he thought to himself as he wrenched open the gate "Once he is dead, then my parents will be avenged" he stepped through the threshold that was the gate and continued up the beaten track that led to what appeared to be a campfire or fire pit. Roxa had crouched low as he approached the last few feet, ducking into a bush he peeked out to see four bandit's sat down picking meat from the bones of a small animal, probably a fox or something, but one man in particular stood out from all the others as he was seated on an ornate chair and garbed himself in dark blake robes with a hood resting over his eyes. That was the man responsible for the death of his family, standing up straight Roxa took a few steps out of the bushes and stood before the five men, almost all at once they turned their heads towards him and each in turn tilted it to the side in shock and surprise at the sight of this boy standing before them armed with two swords a look of hatred on his face. Derezza stood up straight and gripped a very familiar looking doube-headed battle axe at his side, by the look of it the weapon seemed able to fell large trees "Well..." Derezza growled "Don't just stand there... Cut the boy down!" The bandits looked somewhat hesitant but moved cautiously towards Roxa.
Looking to his left and then his right it seemed pretty obvious that he was surrounded and the chances of victory here were slim. A small sense of power built up in the pit of his stomach, was this what rage really felt like? Is this what it felt like? No it was too powerful to be simple rage, Roxa decided to let the rage go to clear his mind, however when he did so a small feeling of strength gripped his hand as if holding an invisible ball. Roxa instinctivley tossed the 'ball' at one of the bandits and knocked him back ten feet into a tree and then the feeling was gone, Roxa hadn't looked twice at the bandit and didn't notice that he had gone straight through a branch killing him instantly. Roxa moved on another bandit, lunging forwards with his darker weapon but the bandit slammed his hammer down and knocked the downwards against the floor, he brought the hammer back up aiming to catch Roxa's jaw but he managed to roll backwards away and leap up with the silver sword still in hand, moving cautiously forward he waited for the bandit to make the first move, and he did, the bandit swung the large hammer horizontally at Roxa who ducked underneath the blow and brought his own weapon up at an angle, catching the man through the jaw with the blade eventually piercing through the skull and out the other side. Only two bandits and Derezza remained, Roxa rolled forwards grabbed his swords and stood up straight but the same feeling in his gut came back but did it come on it's own or did he call it? He moved forwards while releasing the feeling and he propelled himself to the other side of the bandits, his arms were held ahead of him and the swords pointed away from his body. The two bandits gasped and blood gushed from their waist's as they collapsed on the floor dead with gaping wounds across their torso's.
Roxa stood up straight and turned to face Derezza, his face a mask of rage as his hands tightened against the swords that they held. Derezza brandished the axe and walked slowly forwards towards Roxa, the hood covering his eyes and hiding his true appearence from Roxa "So..." He said in a gruff voice "You seek revenge you little brat?" He swung the axe at Roxa's head who swiftly leant backwards just beyond the weapons reach "Well it shall not be easy!" He roared swinging the weapon back, Roxa dodged yet again this time swinging his own swords but the bandit leader ducked underneath them "You will regret killing my family!" Roxa screamed rushing forwards his blades moving in a flurry of movement, coming off in silver and black blurs at the man who tried his best to block the strike but came out with multiple gashes and scratches along the flesh that was bared meaning his neck and hands were cut into ribbons. The man took a few cautious steps back and then raised the axe aiming to cut Roxa straight in two, luckily the boy's reactions were greater and he drifted to the side, the axe colliding with the dirt next to him sending up heavy clouds of dust and grit into the air around them. Roxa spun in a circle lowering his body and catching the back of Derezza's legs with one of his own forcing the man onto his back, he swung the midnight blade down towards the bandit but he raised the axe to block the move succesfully which seemed a dire shame, Roxa kicked the shaft of the axe away from Derezza leaving him defenceless.
Derezza got up onto his knees as his hood fell away from his eyes, he had raven black hair and a battered face "Please..." He begged clutching his cut hands together "Have mercy" He pleaded, Roxa's grip tightened on the darker of his two weapons "Did you show my honourable father mercy?!" He roared "Did you show my defenceless mother mercy?!" His anger was slowly building something that would come to haunt him in year's to come "Did you show my ten year old sister mercy?!?!" He was practically screaming now as he pointed the midnight blade at the man's neck "Please... Killing me would make you no better than I!" Roxa's grip tightened again "Shut Up!" He yelled as he cut the weapon through Derezza's neck causing him to drop dead onto the ground with a gaping wound running across his throat, blood seeping from it like a waterfall.
ten minuites later
Roxa stood in front of a large fire wearing a long black overcoat, the hood hiding the light blue eyes which his mother had complemented him on so many times, resting in the centre of the fire was his father's axe which Roxa burnt hoping it would give his father the peace he deserved. His revenge was complete yet he felt empty, his revenge still burnt like the now smouldering axe in the middle of the blazing flames and he still felt that hollow feeling of being incomplete. He turned his back on the fire and started walking away "I'll avenge you mother..." He said, deciding he had only avenged one third of his now deceased family "And whoever killed you, will pay just as Derezza did" He sheathed his two weapons and glanced up at the midnight sky, one last look at it with an empty mind before it became polluted with thoughts of hatred and revenge as it had been for the last three years.
