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The Color Wheel Kingdom: Team RDRM!

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A RWBY Inspired Story.  :glasses: 

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CHARACTER TRAILERS STORIES


RDRM.


R IS FOR REDRIOT GOZEN!


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SuperKamiGuy1 wrote:

CHARACTER TRAILERS STORIES

RDRM.

R IS FOR REDRIOT GOZEN!

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Armored boots crunched against the ground as Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen walks towards his enemies battle axe in hand. He is a hulking figure that looks even bigger in his crimson red and silver armor. His armor is dyed red with the blood of his enemies for he serves his Queen and he has never once failed her or questioned her. Sir Crimson sees the large crowd of enemies before him as just another task to be conquered. Enemies to be crushed beneath his boots. They have him drastically outnumbered but he shows no fear or hesitation in his slow and steady walk forward.

Just a mindless weapon pointed at an enemy
. A simple tool providing someone else with victory.

The crowd rushes him and Sir Crimson rushes them in return. His long blood red cape billowing behind him he cuts into the crowd. No matter their armor, no matter their shields, their clubs, their lances, their spears, their flames or arrows or bullets he is cutting through their numbers like a demon.

In no time at all he has cut down his enemies. His armor stained with fresh blood. His expression unreadable through his faceless helmet. A two way helmet. No one can see through his horned helmet to his face but he can see out of it just fine.

He stands in a cave as a pair of blazing orange eyes look down on him and a towering troll-esque monster bellows in rage at him. Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen simply readies his axe and charges it in return.

The troll's head rolls.

Sir Haemon Crimson charges into an encroaching army alongside his allies. Fresh blood will stain the ground this day.

The battle is won. Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen stands tall in victory holding the head of the enemy commander. His armor has several cuts and dents but you could barely tell with how much blood now covers it.

Battle after battle Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen emerges victorious. He has earned more military gains than anyone. He has slain more people than anyone. Word has spread throughout the lands of WaKuSei. The Crimson Armored Knight becomes a source of fear around the world. Enemy nations are terrified of him. Legends spread of the carnage he spreads. His allies respect him but fear his power all the same. He has risen through the ranks to become a Commander in his own right.

He bravely leads his forces into battle without a single trace of fear.  He'd earned more military gains than anyone
He'd killed more people than anyone
. The people of the enemy nations fear his form
and they desperately beg for their lives
but he never
grants their wish
.  All is in the service of his Kingdom and his Queen. Those would harm their Kingdom will meet his blade.  Even if these are deeds for someone else's sake, can you call that "justice"?

In a town that fell to ruin at the end of a battle, our brave knight walks through, the flames reflecting off his armor. The blood staining its steel. He slays the enemies in his way who have attacked this village. As the battle draws to a close, he sees woman's corpse tightly held an innocently smiling baby. Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen kneels down and reaches out to the child and gently takes her from her mother's corpse. He stares long and hard at this crying child.

They sit at home, his helmet resting on a table next to the gauntlets. He is holding the sleeping child in his arms. His hair was as black as the most pure velvety nights. As dark as his soul. But as he watched the child sleep, a light began to come back to them for the first time in many cold hard bloody years.

Back then he'd noticed stitched on her clothes was a Noble Family's crest. If he had her on hand, one day, she might be useful as a hostage or a bargaining chip.

At least, that was what he told himself. A bedtime story he told himself to avoid facing the truth growing inside him.

Years flowed on since then and the battle continues to this day. Waiting for the knight at home practicing with the katana is a lone, sweet girl. She flows smoothly as silk and as graceful as a swan so she has been trained by her father. Her red hair tied in a ponytail bouncing gracefully as she danced across the room cutting through the training dummies around her like they are made of paper mache. Her innocent face laughing with childish glee as she trains herself to become a Warrior.

She continues to train throughout the day, pausing only to set up new training dummies and targets, and losing track of time until there is a knock upon the door and she hears his voice call "I am home little one!"

Her eyes light up and she rushes across their home at breakneck speed like the Hounds of Hell are nipping at her heels. She leaps upon his chest.

"Welcome home, Dad!"

Foolish innocent girl. You do this even though I never sought out your true parents. The knight thinks to himself with guilty eyes. He closes them and holds her tight. By the time they've parted and she's looking up at him again into his kind parental eyes. He holds up their dinner and they get to work on cooking it.

They continue living like this. When the little girl he named Redriot is not training with him at home, she is continuing her schooling or playing with her friends, discussing their plans to become Hunter Warriors. He watches her with kind guilty eyes.

A hero's armor is always crimson
. That is surely the same color as his treachery
. Even if these are deeds for someone's sake
, can you call that "justice"?

A raging storm howls around them. The wind roars like a demon while the thunder erupts and the rain pounds them like a waterfall. Monsters of all sorts are running through the town down the streets and on top of buildings. Victory, defeat, hatred, chance luck and betrayal running rampant as these beasts. In the center of town as little Redriot watches from a hiding place our crimson knight is engaged with a shadowy hooded figure.

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The Hooded Man stands as tall Sir Crimson. Its physical body is covered by completely black clothing that appear to be made of wavy black shadows. It has the general physical shape of a human being, legs, arms, a body and a head can be made out of the shadows. Its face cannot be seen save for a golden facemask. The mask had the general shape of a human face save for lacking a mouth and eyes, having only holes there, and its face was in the form of a grimace.

Sir Crimson rushed the monster again and swung his axe with a battle cry only for the Hooded Man simply flowed backwards. He slashed downward at him but the monster slipped out of the way again leaving his blade to make a crater twice its size in the ground. He turns the axe and swings up at the monster with the blade on the back of his axe lance only for the monster to evade that as well only for him to step in and attempt to stab the monster with the blade on the end of the lance. He nearly got it but this time the monster raised its right hand and stopped the blade. He was able to force it through but it felt like he was pushing through molasses! With the monster stuck now he stepped closer and drove his gauntlet into the creature's face mask. Its head was pushed back but the monster gave no reaction to the impact.

Instead the Hooded Man simply pushed him back with one hand before its fingers turned into spindly tentacle like claws that shot through the air and stabbed into his armor. He was forced backward and he crashed into a wall. The Hooded Man advanced on the Crimson Knight while continuing to push its claws through his armor and the chainmail underneath. Fortunately he had kept a very good grip on his weapon and he swung it at the tentacles hacking and slashing and cutting at the tentacles until they broke off and faded away. The rest of the fingers retracted back to The Hooded Man and returned into being simple claws.

The Hooded Man gave no indication that it felt pain from the weapon but it clearly felt annoyance at his defiance and it charged him with inhuman speed. The Crimson Knight got back up on his feet and lunged at him.

Their duel began once more as the nightmarish battle waged around them both. For all of the Knight's skill and strength and speed and experience the creature seemed to be almost mocking him. It was all he could do to keep up with it as he struggled to fight off its assault.

It was stronger than him. It was faster than him. It felt no pain. It shaped and re-shaped its body with ease. Even the blows he landed on it only seemed to make it stronger as it altered its body in response. He cut fingers off of a hand? It simply turned the hand into a mass of shadowy writhing tentacles. He cut into its side? The Hooded Man's rips ripped out of it and shot backwards to stab like spears or tried to grab him like claws. He cut into its arm? Said arm simply grotesquely swelled up like a balloon and now it had a gigantic arm to swat him around with.

Its strength was unreal. He could barely hold off its attacks and when they did land, and land they did, he was tossed around like a rag doll. His armor was cracking like his aura. He would not be able to withstand this beating much longer.

Redriot ran through the home into a backroom where she frantically started throwing things around until she could find her sword. She grabbed it and ran.

Sir Crimson's lance clattered to the ground as the monster threw away his helmet. His hair was damp from sweat and he was gasping for breath as he looked up at the monster. He did not have long. His aura was breaking and the armor wouldn't protect him for long after that was gone.

A hissing voice invades his mind as the creature speaks to him. "Quietly submit to us the girl." The Hooded Man urged him. The hissing emotionless voice urged him in a constantly switching male and female voice of the legion echoed by distorted mumbling. His eyes widened in fear. What was this....THING?! "Quietly submit to us the girl." It repeated.

He gritted his teeth.

If he complied, it would probably murder her. But for the Knight, that must've been a desired outcome. Because was it not for that reason that he'd been keeping her until now?  Perhaps. Perhaps at one point in time. He'd told himself that very thing for years but it was little more than habit at this point and one he barely did anymore.  For the knight had grown to care for this girl whose parents she'd lost as if she was his very own flesh and blood. So he stood tall once more and bellowed out over the roar of the storm:

"NEVER!"

"The choice is yours." It raised its giant arm into the air and a series of blades grew out of it from the shoulder down to the wrist and throughout its hand.

This was going to hurt. He raised his fists.

Redriot raced across the rooftops past the warriors who were finishing off the straggler monsters, darting past everyone distracted by their opponents until she found him. Her father staring death in the eyes. She leaped off of the roof and screamed in anger as she drew her sword. A beautiful rose red light shining off of the blade. She slashed its arm as she fell down and severed it at the shoulder. The Hooded Man finally recoiled for once and staggered back as the shadowy giant arm fell to the floor and began to crumble away. Redriot unfortunately was so focused on saving her father that she ended up falling on her face but she was able to turn it into a rough tumble over to her father. She shook off the impact and held up her sword and stood in front of the knight to protect him. A small, trembling back.

Redriot had arrived to defend her father.

Sir Crimson blinked away his tears for the first time in his years. A smile of pride on his face. This was the girl whose life he'd stolen and then raised to be his own child. Now here she was saving his life from this horrific abomination. She'd even finally unlocked her own Semblance. He couldn't be prouder of her. He retrieved his lance and gently patted the girls head.

Yes little one. Let us fight together as father and daughter. His eyes turned black and his skin turned red. His hair rose up. He removed the physical limiters of his body and sent surges of adrenaline rushing through his body as his blood began pumping faster. His own Semblance reactivated after years of dormancy. Crimson Rage.

Their allies rejoined them. They were tired and injured from their own fights but still standing strong.

The Hooded Man's body began twitching and shaking like it was spasming until a sudden light shined out of its body and the cloak was blown away. A towering monstrosity grew in is place. The warriors and Redriot stood tall as its shadow fell over them.

They charged into battle.

The storm has ceased and light once again shines down on the Kingdom. A small one falls over Redriot as she picks herself up out of the rubble. She is tired and clearly exhausted from the fight with quite a few injuries of her own but she's smiling as her father pulls her up.

A hero's armor is always crimson. That is surely the color of the twilight he basked in. Walking hand-in-hand in that bloodstained era, is a knight and a girl. On the battlefield there is neither justice nor evil. The day of atonement will come someday. Until that time finally arrives he's decided to be a "father".

A young lady with a long red ponytail whipping through the wind is standing in front of a large shinning shimmering building. She is dressed primarily in black from her shirt, to her jeans, to her belts, her boots, her gloves. Her jacket however is as red as her hair. Her eyes are confident and dangerous. There is a smirk upon her face and a sword in hand.

It's Time To Become A Huntsman.

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SuperKamiGuy1 wrote:

Armored boots crunched against the ground as Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen walks towards his enemies battle axe in hand. He is a hulking figure that looks even bigger in his crimson red and silver armor. His armor is dyed red with the blood of his enemies for he serves his Queen and he has never once failed her or questioned her. Sir Crimson sees the large crowd of enemies before him as just another task to be conquered. Enemies to be crushed beneath his boots. They have him drastically outnumbered but he shows no fear or hesitation in his slow and steady walk forward.

Just a mindless weapon pointed at an enemy
. A simple tool providing someone else with victory.

The crowd rushes him and Sir Crimson rushes them in return. His long blood red cape billowing behind him he cuts into the crowd. No matter their armor, no matter their shields, their clubs, their lances, their spears, their flames or arrows or bullets he is cutting through their numbers like a demon.

In no time at all he has cut down his enemies. His armor stained with fresh blood. His expression unreadable through his faceless helmet. A two way helmet. No one can see through his horned helmet to his face but he can see out of it just fine.

He stands in a cave as a pair of blazing orange eyes look down on him and a towering troll-esque monster bellows in rage at him. Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen simply readies his axe and charges it in return.

The troll's head rolls.

Sir Haemon Crimson charges into an encroaching army alongside his allies. Fresh blood will stain the ground this day.

The battle is won. Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen stands tall in victory holding the head of the enemy commander. His armor has several cuts and dents but you could barely tell with how much blood now covers it.

Battle after battle Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen emerges victorious. He has earned more military gains than anyone. He has slain more people than anyone. Word has spread throughout the lands of WaKuSei. The Crimson Armored Knight becomes a source of fear around the world. Enemy nations are terrified of him. Legends spread of the carnage he spreads. His allies respect him but fear his power all the same. He has risen through the ranks to become a Commander in his own right.

He bravely leads his forces into battle without a single trace of fear.  He'd earned more military gains than anyone
He'd killed more people than anyone
. The people of the enemy nations fear his form
and they desperately beg for their lives
but he never
grants their wish
.  All is in the service of his Kingdom and his Queen. Those would harm their Kingdom will meet his blade.  Even if these are deeds for someone else's sake, can you call that "justice"?

In a town that fell to ruin at the end of a battle, our brave knight walks through, the flames reflecting off his armor. The blood staining its steel. He slays the enemies in his way who have attacked this village. As the battle draws to a close, he sees woman's corpse tightly held an innocently smiling baby. Sir Haemon Crimson Gozen kneels down and reaches out to the child and gently takes her from her mother's corpse. He stares long and hard at this crying child.

They sit at home, his helmet resting on a table next to the gauntlets. He is holding the sleeping child in his arms. His hair was as black as the most pure velvety nights. As dark as his soul. But as he watched the child sleep, a light began to come back to them for the first time in many cold hard bloody years.

Back then he'd noticed stitched on her clothes was a Noble Family's crest. If he had her on hand, one day, she might be useful as a hostage or a bargaining chip.

At least, that was what he told himself. A bedtime story he told himself to avoid facing the truth growing inside him.

Years flowed on since then and the battle continues to this day. Waiting for the knight at home practicing with the katana is a lone, sweet girl. She flows smoothly as silk and as graceful as a swan so she has been trained by her father. Her red hair tied in a ponytail bouncing gracefully as she danced across the room cutting through the training dummies around her like they are made of paper mache. Her innocent face laughing with childish glee as she trains herself to become a Warrior.

She continues to train throughout the day, pausing only to set up new training dummies and targets, and losing track of time until there is a knock upon the door and she hears his voice call "I am home little one!"

Her eyes light up and she rushes across their home at breakneck speed like the Hounds of Hell are nipping at her heels. She leaps upon his chest.

"Welcome home, Dad!"

Foolish innocent girl. You do this even though I never sought out your true parents. The knight thinks to himself with guilty eyes. He closes them and holds her tight. By the time they've parted and she's looking up at him again into his kind parental eyes. He holds up their dinner and they get to work on cooking it.

They continue living like this. When the little girl he named Redriot is not training with him at home, she is continuing her schooling or playing with her friends, discussing their plans to become Hunter Warriors. He watches her with kind guilty eyes.

A hero's armor is always crimson
. That is surely the same color as his treachery
. Even if these are deeds for someone's sake
, can you call that "justice"?

A raging storm howls around them. The wind roars like a demon while the thunder erupts and the rain pounds them like a waterfall. Monsters of all sorts are running through the town down the streets and on top of buildings. Victory, defeat, hatred, chance luck and betrayal running rampant as these beasts. In the center of town as little Redriot watches from a hiding place our crimson knight is engaged with a shadowy hooded figure.

The Hooded Man stands as tall Sir Crimson. Its physical body is covered by completely black clothing that appear to be made of wavy black shadows. It has the general physical shape of a human being, legs, arms, a body and a head can be made out of the shadows. Its face cannot be seen save for a golden facemask. The mask had the general shape of a human face save for lacking a mouth and eyes, having only holes there, and its face was in the form of a grimace.

Sir Crimson rushed the monster again and swung his axe with a battle cry only for the Hooded Man simply flowed backwards. He slashed downward at him but the monster slipped out of the way again leaving his blade to make a crater twice its size in the ground. He turns the axe and swings up at the monster with the blade on the back of his axe lance only for the monster to evade that as well only for him to step in and attempt to stab the monster with the blade on the end of the lance. He nearly got it but this time the monster raised its right hand and stopped the blade. He was able to force it through but it felt like he was pushing through molasses! With the monster stuck now he stepped closer and drove his gauntlet into the creature's face mask. Its head was pushed back but the monster gave no reaction to the impact.

Instead the Hooded Man simply pushed him back with one hand before its fingers turned into spindly tentacle like claws that shot through the air and stabbed into his armor. He was forced backward and he crashed into a wall. The Hooded Man advanced on the Crimson Knight while continuing to push its claws through his armor and the chainmail underneath. Fortunately he had kept a very good grip on his weapon and he swung it at the tentacles hacking and slashing and cutting at the tentacles until they broke off and faded away. The rest of the fingers retracted back to The Hooded Man and returned into being simple claws.

The Hooded Man gave no indication that it felt pain from the weapon but it clearly felt annoyance at his defiance and it charged him with inhuman speed. The Crimson Knight got back up on his feet and lunged at him.

Their duel began once more as the nightmarish battle waged around them both. For all of the Knight's skill and strength and speed and experience the creature seemed to be almost mocking him. It was all he could do to keep up with it as he struggled to fight off its assault.

It was stronger than him. It was faster than him. It felt no pain. It shaped and re-shaped its body with ease. Even the blows he landed on it only seemed to make it stronger as it altered its body in response. He cut fingers off of a hand? It simply turned the hand into a mass of shadowy writhing tentacles. He cut into its side? The Hooded Man's rips ripped out of it and shot backwards to stab like spears or tried to grab him like claws. He cut into its arm? Said arm simply grotesquely swelled up like a balloon and now it had a gigantic arm to swat him around with.

Its strength was unreal. He could barely hold off its attacks and when they did land, and land they did, he was tossed around like a rag doll. His armor was cracking like his aura. He would not be able to withstand this beating much longer.

Redriot ran through the home into a backroom where she frantically started throwing things around until she could find her sword. She grabbed it and ran.

Sir Crimson's lance clattered to the ground as the monster threw away his helmet. His hair was damp from sweat and he was gasping for breath as he looked up at the monster. He did not have long. His aura was breaking and the armor wouldn't protect him for long after that was gone.

A hissing voice invades his mind as the creature speaks to him. "Quietly submit to us the girl." The Hooded Man urged him. The hissing emotionless voice urged him in a constantly switching male and female voice of the legion echoed by distorted mumbling. His eyes widened in fear. What was this....THING?! "Quietly submit to us the girl." It repeated.

He gritted his teeth.

If he complied, it would probably murder her. But for the Knight, that must've been a desired outcome. Because was it not for that reason that he'd been keeping her until now?  Perhaps. Perhaps at one point in time. He'd told himself that very thing for years but it was little more than habit at this point and one he barely did anymore.  For the knight had grown to care for this girl whose parents she'd lost as if she was his very own flesh and blood. So he stood tall once more and bellowed out over the roar of the storm:

"NEVER!"

"The choice is yours." It raised its giant arm into the air and a series of blades grew out of it from the shoulder down to the wrist and throughout its hand.

This was going to hurt. He raised his fists.

Redriot raced across the rooftops past the warriors who were finishing off the straggler monsters, darting past everyone distracted by their opponents until she found him. Her father staring death in the eyes. She leaped off of the roof and screamed in anger as she drew her sword. A beautiful rose red light shining off of the blade. She slashed its arm as she fell down and severed it at the shoulder. The Hooded Man finally recoiled for once and staggered back as the shadowy giant arm fell to the floor and began to crumble away. Redriot unfortunately was so focused on saving her father that she ended up falling on her face but she was able to turn it into a rough tumble over to her father. She shook off the impact and held up her sword and stood in front of the knight to protect him. A small, trembling back.

Redriot had arrived to defend her father.

Sir Crimson blinked away his tears for the first time in his years. A smile of pride on his face. This was the girl whose life he'd stolen and then raised to be his own child. Now here she was saving his life from this horrific abomination. She'd even finally unlocked her own Semblance. He couldn't be prouder of her. He retrieved his lance and gently patted the girls head.

Yes little one. Let us fight together as father and daughter. His eyes turned black and his skin turned red. His hair rose up. He removed the physical limiters of his body and sent surges of adrenaline rushing through his body as his blood began pumping faster. His own Semblance reactivated after years of dormancy. Crimson Rage.

Their allies rejoined them. They were tired and injured from their own fights but still standing strong.

The Hooded Man's body began twitching and shaking like it was spasming until a sudden light shined out of its body and the cloak was blown away. A towering monstrosity grew in is place. The warriors and Redriot stood tall as its shadow fell over them.

They charged into battle.

The storm has ceased and light once again shines down on the Kingdom. A small one falls over Redriot as she picks herself up out of the rubble. She is tired and clearly exhausted from the fight with quite a few injuries of her own but she's smiling as her father pulls her up.

A hero's armor is always crimson. That is surely the color of the twilight he basked in. Walking hand-in-hand in that bloodstained era, is a knight and a girl. On the battlefield there is neither justice nor evil. The day of atonement will come someday. Until that time finally arrives he's decided to be a "father".

A young lady with a long red ponytail whipping through the wind is standing in front of a large shinning shimmering building. She is dressed primarily in black from her shirt, to her jeans, to her belts, her boots, her gloves. Her jacket however is as red as her hair. Her eyes are confident and dangerous. There is a smirk upon her face and a sword in hand.

It's Time To Become A Huntsman.

The Battle Of Bearspire

Engineered on the left side of a grove, the settlement of Bearspire is home to a town of craftsmen. This settlement wasn't built by a grove by accident, as it has natural defenses, which is of great importance to the townspeople and its success. The settlement itself looks crude. With its galvanized steel rooftops, galvanised steel walls and whistling wind, Bearspire has a metallic, shining, sparkling, homely atmosphere. The main attraction is the lighthouse tower, which was built 103 years ago and designed by difference races. Bearspire has a healthy economy, which is mainly supported by fishing, medicine, mining, wine brewing and jewelcrafting. But their biggest strengths are delicate tailoring, prosperous trade and rare crop farming.

It was this beautiful and prosperous and shining town that was under attack by The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division, a gang of one hundred thirty-four armed men and women clad in the gear of the Bandit Tribe.

This set of armor has a hood with a face guard shaped like a skull. Attached to the top is a thick layer of animal fur, covering every surface. The shoulders are fairly rounded, long and enormous. They're decorated with three straight lines of spikes, reaching from side to side. The upper arms are protected by chainmail rerebraces which sit quite well under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have several layers of crafted leather attached to the outer sides, they form a wing-like pattern. The breastplate is made from one large piece of leather with edges of fur, which sits perfectly just under the shoulderplates. It covers only the front, the back is where the attachment straps are and they offer no real protection. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of vertical layers of leather and fur reaching below the groin. The front is open. The lower legs are protected by leather shin guards which have layers of colored feathers on the outer sides. Thin fur pants are worn beneath this all.

They are further backed up sixty wolf monsters called Wolfuranians. Wolfuranians are considered less powerful, smaller, weaker offshoots of true Lycantrhopes, specifically bread as weapons of war ages ago, they ended up getting out of control and now roam the wilderness in various wild packs.

They walk on two feet and wear rags of clothing and they're covered in dark blue fur and they have wolf-like features, including clawed hands and long-canine jaws.

They also seem to be devoid of sapient intelligence, mindlessly howling as they pursue any human they see. It should be noted, however, that they are very cunning as predatory hunters, as they fight effectively in groups, using pack coordination alongside surprisingly effective tactics, such as ambushes, tag-teaming, and surrounding prey just like actual wolves.

However it is this limited intelligence that makes them vulnerable to Monster Tamers like the two in the gang right now that can control and manipulate them to their own ends, at least enough to point them in the direction of their targets, whereas True Lycans would have the mental fortitude to resist.

It is for this reason that Wolfuranians are also called The False Nightwalkers.

Not that this distinction did the townspeople much good as they were still being swarmed by Monsters and Bandits. One hundred ninety-four opponents in all. The village's defenders were putting up a fight but they were just too badly outnumbered. When they tried to push back the bandits they were flanked by the wolves. When they tried to push back the wolves they were flanked by the bandits.

One of the guards broke out of a pile of rubble, shook it off, picked up his sword and then ran into a crowd of bandits and clashed with them. One of the bandits parried him with his own sword and another aimed his pistol at the protector and fired at his head only for the protector to dodge the bullet while continuing to clash with the bandit and then he kicked him away, dodged another point blank pistol shot and then he parried another attack from a third bandit followed by parrying another attack and dodging the third bullet only to be kicked in the leg followed by a fourth bandit slashing him down his chest to knock him back. Then the gunman bandit pistol whipped him while he was off guard and shooting him repeatedly in the chest! As the man fell back the other bandits slashed him down and sent him flying back. The guard's back struck the side of a house and he fell to the ground, his aura flickering.

Another guard yelled out as she tackled one of the wolf monsters, grabbed it and turned and threw it away utilizing it's own force against it. She was immediately jumped by others and she managed to kick two of them away and block the strike of another one but then it slashed at her with the dagger held in its free arm repeatedly to force her back and slashed her across the face before leaning in to bite her but she held off its mouth with her arm guard only to be tackled away by another wolf. She crashed into a pile of logs and broke them apart. Her aura flickered but held. She shook it off and started to get back on her feet when she noticed the monsters charging in. They leaped into the air towards her growling and snarling and opening their mouths wide with their claws extended! She gritted her teeth and raised her fists to protect herself when a crimson blur of speed leaped over her!

A Crimson Blur.

A Gust Of Wind.

A Crack Of Thunder.

An Explosion Of Force.

The Monsters were blown backwards upwards and backwards through the air with their auras flickering rapidly until they eventually landed on the roof of a building belly up. Their auras shattering as the wolfs whined in pain.

A red cape blew in the wind as a knight in crimson armor turned around and her eyes lit up with joy. "You came..."

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Sir Crimson held out his free hand to the guardswoman. "Sorry we're late. We interrogated another group on the way here and we learned about the attack." His voice was filtered by his helmet speaker sounding almost metallic but she could still sense the kindness and authority in his voice. "I'm just glad we made it in time."

"Thank you, sir, but...who's we? Who else did you bring?"

"My backup."

A smaller female figure dressed in crimson samurai armor raced across the roof of a building, leaped off of the roof and down to the ground where she sprung forward and slashed the bandits attacking the guardsman. She slashed one man down and kept going, knocked away one man's sword and slashed him, slashed away a few bullets without slowing down and then she stepped in and slashed him down then she made a slight turn deflect the blade of the next man and slash him down.

The guardsman caught his breath and looked up at his crimson clad savior as the thugs fell to the ground with their auras flickering. She turned around to face him and even with the mask covering the lower half of her face he could tell she was smiling thanks to her kind eyes.

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"You can relax now sir. The cavalry's here." Redriot informed him.

"Thanks for the save. You're...Redriot, right?"

"That's me sir. My father and I found out about the attack and we came here to back you up." She reached down to her belt and took out a pouch full of potions and then walked over and handed them to him. "Here. Take these. Drink one for yourself and then distribute the rest among your wounded as best you can. It's not much but it's better than nothing. We would have more to distribute but we were in a rush to get here. Don't worry though. Reinforcements are on their way. We just have to take care of business until then."

"Thank you, but, are you sure about this? There's hundreds of them!"

"Almost two hundred but not quite. Don't worry. We can handle this." She reassured him as the men behind her started getting to their feet only for Redriot to turn back around and lunge forward and strike the first man with a few slashes to break his aura and then she grabbed him and flung him against his companions before turning around, parrying a strike from the bandit and slicing him up and down and left and right. She noticed a barrage of bullets flying her way at 2,500 Feet Per Second, 1,700 MPH, so she just grabbed the bandit she was already beating up and held him up as a human shield. The bullets struck his back and shattered what remaining aura he had! The bandits stopped in shock after realizing they just riddled their own man with bullets so she tossed him away and went back to work on the two remaining bandits closest to her, blitzing them before they could do anything and slashing one man while kicking out at the other to knock him down and then she returned her attention to the first guy and took his back, slashed him a few times and then she smacked him to the ground and returned her attention to the guy she'd just kicked away, caught up to him, grabbed his foot, yanked him forward and slashed him with her sword and slammed him down to the ground. She stomped on his chest and smacked him back and forth across his face with her sword until his aura broke and then she kicked him unconscious.

She twirled her sword, smirked behind her mask and she left him to his fate. Redriot advanced on the remaining bandits and she quickly closed the distance between them while slashing with her sword to cut through the bullets they managed to send her way and then once she reached them she quickly disarmed the first man and she quickly slashed him a few times with her sword before smacking him across the back of his head and striking him to the ground and squared off with the rest of the badits and monsters who were quickly surrounding her.

The wolves leaped over the bandits and charged her in a circle so Redriot ran towards the closest one and sprung up onto its back and then she leaped off of it and onto the group of encroaching bandits while slashing downward with her sword. She slashed down one of them and kicked him backward into his buddies before she turned to parry a few slashes from one of them while dodging some close range bullets. She quickly moved in and began slashing and hacking away the bandits around her. Their auras would hold but she was still knocking them around and giving herself some breathing room as she ran towards a small building pursued by the bandits and their beasts. The wolves would reach her first but Redriot had a lead on them. She reached the building and jumped in through the broken window. As she expected the wolves tried to jump in after her but the window was too small and the one jumping in got stuck in it! She avoided its grasping claw while the monster tried to break through and then she closed in and began slashing it repeatedly with her sword. It was trapped after all. Might as well get in some free hits.

She kept this up until the bandits kicked down the door and began flooding in. The moment they started flooding in though she left the monster where it was and ran towards the bandits, stuck his sword and forced it down to the floor which she quickly followed up with a flurry of sword strikes that busted him up and weakened his aura. She ended this with a kick in the balls and a backhand across the face from her gauntlet that floored him. The next bandit charged in with a quick sword thrust but she saw it coming and dodged him and moved around in a circle that brought her sword around to slash one bandit across the face. She continued spinning around and cracked her sword against the other guy's neck! He was knocked to the floor and slid across it until he bumped his head against a desk. He was down for the moment so she focused on the task at hand. She pushed back the bandits and used the doorway to bottleneck them. Only one of them could come in at a time and they would have to come at her from the front so she could wail on them with her furious slashes without concern so long as she remembered to watch her back from the thugs that had already made it inside and whatever could attack her through the windows.

"Your...backup? Who did you bring? How many?"

"Just my daughter and me. Don't worry. We'll be more than enough." Sir Crimson assured her. "Anyway. She's probably already going wild by now so I should do the same." He turned back around and advanced on the mob. "Tend to your wounded and regroup then rejoin the fight when you're able. We'll clean up the mob in the meantime."

"Ah, okay, r-right." She ran off to distribute the potions.

Sir Crimson walked towards the bandits who were quaking in their boots and backing away from him. Even the Wolfuranians were hesitant to attack him.

"Oh...Gods Above...is that really him?!"

"They say he fights like a demon! That his armor was dyed red with the blood of his enemies!"

"It's The Crimson Devil himself! Oh help us..."

"What do we do? What the hell do we do?! We need to run!"

"You know as well as I do that we'll hunt down and slay any deserters! Now I don't care what kind of stupid legends you've heard about him! He's ONE MAN! We've got an army and he's one man! We'll surround him and attack him all at once!" The bandit turned his attention back to Sir Crimson. "First we'll turn him into a pin cushion and then we'll got skin his whore!"

*KRA-KOOM!*

There was another thunderclap like a bomb had just went off! The wind burst around them and a cloud of dust and dirt was thrown into the air! Sir Crimson struck the man with his sword so hard it sent the bandit lieutenant flying through the air into and through the side of a building! The bandit broke through the wall and fell into the building. His aura breaking off as he did.

"Don't ever insult Redriot's good name in my presence if you know what's good for you." He warned the rest of the bandits. "Alright, now that we've gotten that out of the way and the back of my hand is all warmed up, shall we begin?"

"What do we do?"

"We don't have a choice! CHARGE!" The bandits rushed him en masse.

Sir Crimson was on them before they knew what was happening. He brought his sword down on a man and smashed him into the ground! He immediately followed this up by slashing away another few men and knocking them backwards and then blitzing the men who tried to attack him from behind, cutting down all four them before they could react! He slashed one man down with a downward slash, then rose his sword and slashed another across his side, then brought his sword around and slashed the next man down and finally he closed in on the fourth bandit and struck him on the back of his head and smashed him to the ground. As those four men fell he ran towards the others and brought his sword up to disarm the first man who tried to attack him by sending his sword up into the air and then he smashed the man down to the ground. He quickly struck down his comrades and watched as the wolves enclosed him. "Heh." He waited for them to close in on him and then he suddenly swung his sword around in a circle! He caught one in the stomach and swung it around to hit the others around it and catching it up in the circle and then he finally stopped and let go and sent the wolves crashing into the group of bandits! He kept moving and he proceeded to cut them down. With his extreme strength and speed it was like meat in a blender! His blade was like a whirlwind around him cutting down anyone who he got close to! It was a crimson whirlwind that surrounded him like a tornado and enveloped him like a cloak! He dashed around the battlefield cutting down the horde of bandits and knocking them into the air like they were children's playthings! (I hope you're having as much fun as I am kid...huh. I wonder what Ken's up to these days?)

Redriot meanwhile was making headway on beating out the bandits who'd been trying to break into the building by bottlenecking the front door. She kept this up until she heard another window break and the bandits starting to break in through there while a wall was broken down and the wolves started to swarm inside! "And that's my exit cue!" She knocked back a few of them and ran out of the building, jumped on top of a bandit's head and used him as a springboard to leap up onto the rooof! She laughed and tapped the back of her sword against her shoulder. "Come on guys! I thought you were supposed to be the big scary bandit tribe! Can't you take down one little girl like me? Or is it..." She slashed a few bullets out of the air without even pausing. "That you're scared of a real fight?!"

"Gods Above...Sir Crimson is one thing but what the hell is this kid?!"

"Is she a monster too?"

"Do not panic! She's skilled but she's just one little girl! Signal our snipers and riders. The rest of you close in and drag her down. If we can take her hostage we can bring down Sir Crimson. GO! NOW!"

"...Sir, with all due respect, this kid is a freak of nature! She's been tearing us apart!"

"Shut up and do it! We are The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division! WE FEAR NOTHING! SHE IS ONE WOMAN! SHE IS A CHILD! WE WILL SHOW NO FEAR TO HER! GET UP AND TEAR HER DOWN!"

"Hey! Uh, listen, I'm guessing you're a Lieutenant or something? Not for nothing, I don't want to tell you how to be a Bandit, but you'd get better results if you were nice to your troops." Redriot teased.

"THAT TEARS IT! SHE DIES! FORWARD!"

The bandits and the wolves spread around the building and quickly began scaling it to get at her. "That's better. Show me some mettle!"

Redriot ran around the roof knocking the bandits down off the roof but the wolves climbed up all around her so Redriot rushed them down. She leaped into the air
and vertically spun forward in the air while slashing with her sword in a circular motion, slashing the back of one of the wolves, landing on her feet and stopping on the edge of the roof and waiting for the wolves. She twirled her sword as they all swarmed her from the front and the sides. Her response was to charge forward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming pack of wolves. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks while parrying their claws and blades and retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her!

The greater the force of your stride, the more you must be sure that the ground will support it. Without sufficient friction, your foot will slide out from underneath you as pivot over it, and plant you on your face. That is, if your foot didn’t slide out from under you when you first landed upon it, and thus deposit you on your back.

Only after you have mastered the art of deliberately channeling Aura through your feet and into the ground with every step can you begin to outrun a Wolfuranian on foot. You will have to practice even more than that to do it without thinking!

Don’t forget that pavement, gravel paths, dirt roads, and grass-bearing soil all offer extremely different levels of resistance. An adept can race across any possible surface. A master can adjust reflexively to surprises, such as a random patch of mud in the middle of a dry field, even while his mind is fixed upon his opponent. Long is the journey to reach that level.

The Veridian Warriors have a long history of combining this technique with the high-speed movement technique of Flash Steps Reducing Earth: A basic high-speed movement technique, developed long before magic became commonplace; effectively, through the user slamming their foot upon earth ten times in a split second, they are capable of kicking off the ground in the blink of an eye and live up to the technique's name of "reduced earth" as the technique shrinks the distance between the user and their target in a split second.

The real secret of this technique of course was focusing the majority of her body weight to one of her legs for the briefest of moments before stomping the foot where most of her weight is focused upon the solid surface of where she was standing at a rapid velocity before shifting the weight back to the rest of her frame, generating enough thrust to propel her forward at incredible speeds, accelerating at velocities that are almost untraceable to reach short or long distances near instantaneously all while slashing at her enemies around her. It should be taken into consideration that in order to perform the technique at all, she requires a solid surface to kick into and thus produce enough thrust. According to the untrained eyes of those watching on while the user performs this technique, more often than not it appears as if the user has effectively teleported using sheer power and speed alone, moving faster than anyone is capable of following as they seem to reduce the earth between the themselves and the opponent in the blink of an eye.

When she finished her attacks she spun out and lowered her sword for a few seconds as she reflected upon the lessons of her father and Miss Mochizuki echoing in her mind when they taught her this sword dance.

Let your rapidity be that of the wind, your gentleness that of the forest, your fury of a tempered flame, with the fluidity of water.

"Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder." She announced as the wolves behind her fell over.

"WHAT THE WHAT?!"

She didn't give them time to adjust and dived right back into the fight!

The captains of the demon swords watched this carnage unfold from a distance.

"This isn't looking good. None of our men can touch Crimson and that kid is a monster." Cheyenne sighed. "What's our move?"

Bromwell the leader stepped up. "I'll keep Crimson busy. Tell everyone else to focus their efforts on the kid."

"Bromwell are you crazy?! You know what kind of a monster he is!"

"I only need to last long enough for you to capture her, Llewellyn. Once we bring her down we'll have him at our mercy." He informed his minion. "Go. Bring our riders and archers. Use whatever means you have to in order to bring that brat down. Bonus if you make her suffer first."

"I like the sound of that!" Cheyenne laughed and jumped on top of a roof and began playing her flute to direct the wolves and signal the rest of the bandits to zero in on Redriot.

"As you command sir!" Llewellyn and Ransford rode into battle against her to join their men while Bromwell proceeded towards Sir Crimson.

5

SuperKamiGuy1 wrote:

The Battle Of Bearspire

Engineered on the left side of a grove, the settlement of Bearspire is home to a town of craftsmen. This settlement wasn't built by a grove by accident, as it has natural defenses, which is of great importance to the townspeople and its success. The settlement itself looks crude. With its galvanized steel rooftops, galvanised steel walls and whistling wind, Bearspire has a metallic, shining, sparkling, homely atmosphere. The main attraction is the lighthouse tower, which was built 103 years ago and designed by difference races. Bearspire has a healthy economy, which is mainly supported by fishing, medicine, mining, wine brewing and jewelcrafting. But their biggest strengths are delicate tailoring, prosperous trade and rare crop farming.

It was this beautiful and prosperous and shining town that was under attack by The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division, a gang of one hundred thirty-four armed men and women clad in the gear of the Bandit Tribe.

This set of armor has a hood with a face guard shaped like a skull. Attached to the top is a thick layer of animal fur, covering every surface. The shoulders are fairly rounded, long and enormous. They're decorated with three straight lines of spikes, reaching from side to side. The upper arms are protected by chainmail rerebraces which sit quite well under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have several layers of crafted leather attached to the outer sides, they form a wing-like pattern. The breastplate is made from one large piece of leather with edges of fur, which sits perfectly just under the shoulderplates. It covers only the front, the back is where the attachment straps are and they offer no real protection. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of vertical layers of leather and fur reaching below the groin. The front is open. The lower legs are protected by leather shin guards which have layers of colored feathers on the outer sides. Thin fur pants are worn beneath this all.

They are further backed up sixty wolf monsters called Wolfuranians. Wolfuranians are considered less powerful, smaller, weaker offshoots of true Lycantrhopes, specifically bread as weapons of war ages ago, they ended up getting out of control and now roam the wilderness in various wild packs.

They walk on two feet and wear rags of clothing and they're covered in dark blue fur and they have wolf-like features, including clawed hands and long-canine jaws.

They also seem to be devoid of sapient intelligence, mindlessly howling as they pursue any human they see. It should be noted, however, that they are very cunning as predatory hunters, as they fight effectively in groups, using pack coordination alongside surprisingly effective tactics, such as ambushes, tag-teaming, and surrounding prey just like actual wolves.

However it is this limited intelligence that makes them vulnerable to Monster Tamers like the two in the gang right now that can control and manipulate them to their own ends, at least enough to point them in the direction of their targets, whereas True Lycans would have the mental fortitude to resist.

It is for this reason that Wolfuranians are also called The False Nightwalkers.

Not that this distinction did the townspeople much good as they were still being swarmed by Monsters and Bandits. One hundred ninety-four opponents in all. The village's defenders were putting up a fight but they were just too badly outnumbered. When they tried to push back the bandits they were flanked by the wolves. When they tried to push back the wolves they were flanked by the bandits.

One of the guards broke out of a pile of rubble, shook it off, picked up his sword and then ran into a crowd of bandits and clashed with them. One of the bandits parried him with his own sword and another aimed his pistol at the protector and fired at his head only for the protector to dodge the bullet while continuing to clash with the bandit and then he kicked him away, dodged another point blank pistol shot and then he parried another attack from a third bandit followed by parrying another attack and dodging the third bullet only to be kicked in the leg followed by a fourth bandit slashing him down his chest to knock him back. Then the gunman bandit pistol whipped him while he was off guard and shooting him repeatedly in the chest! As the man fell back the other bandits slashed him down and sent him flying back. The guard's back struck the side of a house and he fell to the ground, his aura flickering.

Another guard yelled out as she tackled one of the wolf monsters, grabbed it and turned and threw it away utilizing it's own force against it. She was immediately jumped by others and she managed to kick two of them away and block the strike of another one but then it slashed at her with the dagger held in its free arm repeatedly to force her back and slashed her across the face before leaning in to bite her but she held off its mouth with her arm guard only to be tackled away by another wolf. She crashed into a pile of logs and broke them apart. Her aura flickered but held. She shook it off and started to get back on her feet when she noticed the monsters charging in. They leaped into the air towards her growling and snarling and opening their mouths wide with their claws extended! She gritted her teeth and raised her fists to protect herself when a crimson blur of speed leaped over her!

A Crimson Blur.

A Gust Of Wind.

A Crack Of Thunder.

An Explosion Of Force.

The Monsters were blown backwards upwards and backwards through the air with their auras flickering rapidly until they eventually landed on the roof of a building belly up. Their auras shattering as the wolfs whined in pain.

A red cape blew in the wind as a knight in crimson armor turned around and her eyes lit up with joy. "You came..."

Sir Crimson held out his free hand to the guardswoman. "Sorry we're late. We interrogated another group on the way here and we learned about the attack." His voice was filtered by his helmet speaker sounding almost metallic but she could still sense the kindness and authority in his voice. "I'm just glad we made it in time."

"Thank you, sir, but...who's we? Who else did you bring?"

"My backup."

A smaller female figure dressed in crimson samurai armor raced across the roof of a building, leaped off of the roof and down to the ground where she sprung forward and slashed the bandits attacking the guardsman. She slashed one man down and kept going, knocked away one man's sword and slashed him, slashed away a few bullets without slowing down and then she stepped in and slashed him down then she made a slight turn deflect the blade of the next man and slash him down.

The guardsman caught his breath and looked up at his crimson clad savior as the thugs fell to the ground with their auras flickering. She turned around to face him and even with the mask covering the lower half of her face he could tell she was smiling thanks to her kind eyes.

"You can relax now sir. The cavalry's here." Redriot informed him.

"Thanks for the save. You're...Redriot, right?"

"That's me sir. My father and I found out about the attack and we came here to back you up." She reached down to her belt and took out a pouch full of potions and then walked over and handed them to him. "Here. Take these. Drink one for yourself and then distribute the rest among your wounded as best you can. It's not much but it's better than nothing. We would have more to distribute but we were in a rush to get here. Don't worry though. Reinforcements are on their way. We just have to take care of business until then."

"Thank you, but, are you sure about this? There's hundreds of them!"

"Almost two hundred but not quite. Don't worry. We can handle this." She reassured him as the men behind her started getting to their feet only for Redriot to turn back around and lunge forward and strike the first man with a few slashes to break his aura and then she grabbed him and flung him against his companions before turning around, parrying a strike from the bandit and slicing him up and down and left and right. She noticed a barrage of bullets flying her way at 2,500 Feet Per Second, 1,700 MPH, so she just grabbed the bandit she was already beating up and held him up as a human shield. The bullets struck his back and shattered what remaining aura he had! The bandits stopped in shock after realizing they just riddled their own man with bullets so she tossed him away and went back to work on the two remaining bandits closest to her, blitzing them before they could do anything and slashing one man while kicking out at the other to knock him down and then she returned her attention to the first guy and took his back, slashed him a few times and then she smacked him to the ground and returned her attention to the guy she'd just kicked away, caught up to him, grabbed his foot, yanked him forward and slashed him with her sword and slammed him down to the ground. She stomped on his chest and smacked him back and forth across his face with her sword until his aura broke and then she kicked him unconscious.

She twirled her sword, smirked behind her mask and she left him to his fate. Redriot advanced on the remaining bandits and she quickly closed the distance between them while slashing with her sword to cut through the bullets they managed to send her way and then once she reached them she quickly disarmed the first man and she quickly slashed him a few times with her sword before smacking him across the back of his head and striking him to the ground and squared off with the rest of the badits and monsters who were quickly surrounding her.

The wolves leaped over the bandits and charged her in a circle so Redriot ran towards the closest one and sprung up onto its back and then she leaped off of it and onto the group of encroaching bandits while slashing downward with her sword. She slashed down one of them and kicked him backward into his buddies before she turned to parry a few slashes from one of them while dodging some close range bullets. She quickly moved in and began slashing and hacking away the bandits around her. Their auras would hold but she was still knocking them around and giving herself some breathing room as she ran towards a small building pursued by the bandits and their beasts. The wolves would reach her first but Redriot had a lead on them. She reached the building and jumped in through the broken window. As she expected the wolves tried to jump in after her but the window was too small and the one jumping in got stuck in it! She avoided its grasping claw while the monster tried to break through and then she closed in and began slashing it repeatedly with her sword. It was trapped after all. Might as well get in some free hits.

She kept this up until the bandits kicked down the door and began flooding in. The moment they started flooding in though she left the monster where it was and ran towards the bandits, stuck his sword and forced it down to the floor which she quickly followed up with a flurry of sword strikes that busted him up and weakened his aura. She ended this with a kick in the balls and a backhand across the face from her gauntlet that floored him. The next bandit charged in with a quick sword thrust but she saw it coming and dodged him and moved around in a circle that brought her sword around to slash one bandit across the face. She continued spinning around and cracked her sword against the other guy's neck! He was knocked to the floor and slid across it until he bumped his head against a desk. He was down for the moment so she focused on the task at hand. She pushed back the bandits and used the doorway to bottleneck them. Only one of them could come in at a time and they would have to come at her from the front so she could wail on them with her furious slashes without concern so long as she remembered to watch her back from the thugs that had already made it inside and whatever could attack her through the windows.

"Your...backup? Who did you bring? How many?"

"Just my daughter and me. Don't worry. We'll be more than enough." Sir Crimson assured her. "Anyway. She's probably already going wild by now so I should do the same." He turned back around and advanced on the mob. "Tend to your wounded and regroup then rejoin the fight when you're able. We'll clean up the mob in the meantime."

"Ah, okay, r-right." She ran off to distribute the potions.

Sir Crimson walked towards the bandits who were quaking in their boots and backing away from him. Even the Wolfuranians were hesitant to attack him.

"Oh...Gods Above...is that really him?!"

"They say he fights like a demon! That his armor was dyed red with the blood of his enemies!"

"It's The Crimson Devil himself! Oh help us..."

"What do we do? What the hell do we do?! We need to run!"

"You know as well as I do that we'll hunt down and slay any deserters! Now I don't care what kind of stupid legends you've heard about him! He's ONE MAN! We've got an army and he's one man! We'll surround him and attack him all at once!" The bandit turned his attention back to Sir Crimson. "First we'll turn him into a pin cushion and then we'll got skin his whore!"

*KRA-KOOM!*

There was another thunderclap like a bomb had just went off! The wind burst around them and a cloud of dust and dirt was thrown into the air! Sir Crimson struck the man with his sword so hard it sent the bandit lieutenant flying through the air into and through the side of a building! The bandit broke through the wall and fell into the building. His aura breaking off as he did.

"Don't ever insult Redriot's good name in my presence if you know what's good for you." He warned the rest of the bandits. "Alright, now that we've gotten that out of the way and the back of my hand is all warmed up, shall we begin?"

"What do we do?"

"We don't have a choice! CHARGE!" The bandits rushed him en masse.

Sir Crimson was on them before they knew what was happening. He brought his sword down on a man and smashed him into the ground! He immediately followed this up by slashing away another few men and knocking them backwards and then blitzing the men who tried to attack him from behind, cutting down all four them before they could react! He slashed one man down with a downward slash, then rose his sword and slashed another across his side, then brought his sword around and slashed the next man down and finally he closed in on the fourth bandit and struck him on the back of his head and smashed him to the ground. As those four men fell he ran towards the others and brought his sword up to disarm the first man who tried to attack him by sending his sword up into the air and then he smashed the man down to the ground. He quickly struck down his comrades and watched as the wolves enclosed him. "Heh." He waited for them to close in on him and then he suddenly swung his sword around in a circle! He caught one in the stomach and swung it around to hit the others around it and catching it up in the circle and then he finally stopped and let go and sent the wolves crashing into the group of bandits! He kept moving and he proceeded to cut them down. With his extreme strength and speed it was like meat in a blender! His blade was like a whirlwind around him cutting down anyone who he got close to! It was a crimson whirlwind that surrounded him like a tornado and enveloped him like a cloak! He dashed around the battlefield cutting down the horde of bandits and knocking them into the air like they were children's playthings! (I hope you're having as much fun as I am kid...huh. I wonder what Ken's up to these days?)

Redriot meanwhile was making headway on beating out the bandits who'd been trying to break into the building by bottlenecking the front door. She kept this up until she heard another window break and the bandits starting to break in through there while a wall was broken down and the wolves started to swarm inside! "And that's my exit cue!" She knocked back a few of them and ran out of the building, jumped on top of a bandit's head and used him as a springboard to leap up onto the rooof! She laughed and tapped the back of her sword against her shoulder. "Come on guys! I thought you were supposed to be the big scary bandit tribe! Can't you take down one little girl like me? Or is it..." She slashed a few bullets out of the air without even pausing. "That you're scared of a real fight?!"

"Gods Above...Sir Crimson is one thing but what the hell is this kid?!"

"Is she a monster too?"

"Do not panic! She's skilled but she's just one little girl! Signal our snipers and riders. The rest of you close in and drag her down. If we can take her hostage we can bring down Sir Crimson. GO! NOW!"

"...Sir, with all due respect, this kid is a freak of nature! She's been tearing us apart!"

"Shut up and do it! We are The Onyx Ravenclaw Bandit Tribe's Demon Sword Riders Division! WE FEAR NOTHING! SHE IS ONE WOMAN! SHE IS A CHILD! WE WILL SHOW NO FEAR TO HER! GET UP AND TEAR HER DOWN!"

"Hey! Uh, listen, I'm guessing you're a Lieutenant or something? Not for nothing, I don't want to tell you how to be a Bandit, but you'd get better results if you were nice to your troops." Redriot teased.

"THAT TEARS IT! SHE DIES! FORWARD!"

The bandits and the wolves spread around the building and quickly began scaling it to get at her. "That's better. Show me some mettle!"

Redriot ran around the roof knocking the bandits down off the roof but the wolves climbed up all around her so Redriot rushed them down. She leaped into the air
and vertically spun forward in the air while slashing with her sword in a circular motion, slashing the back of one of the wolves, landing on her feet and stopping on the edge of the roof and waiting for the wolves. She twirled her sword as they all swarmed her from the front and the sides. Her response was to charge forward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming pack of wolves. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks while parrying their claws and blades and retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her!

The greater the force of your stride, the more you must be sure that the ground will support it. Without sufficient friction, your foot will slide out from underneath you as pivot over it, and plant you on your face. That is, if your foot didn’t slide out from under you when you first landed upon it, and thus deposit you on your back.

Only after you have mastered the art of deliberately channeling Aura through your feet and into the ground with every step can you begin to outrun a Wolfuranian on foot. You will have to practice even more than that to do it without thinking!

Don’t forget that pavement, gravel paths, dirt roads, and grass-bearing soil all offer extremely different levels of resistance. An adept can race across any possible surface. A master can adjust reflexively to surprises, such as a random patch of mud in the middle of a dry field, even while his mind is fixed upon his opponent. Long is the journey to reach that level.

The Veridian Warriors have a long history of combining this technique with the high-speed movement technique of Flash Steps Reducing Earth: A basic high-speed movement technique, developed long before magic became commonplace; effectively, through the user slamming their foot upon earth ten times in a split second, they are capable of kicking off the ground in the blink of an eye and live up to the technique's name of "reduced earth" as the technique shrinks the distance between the user and their target in a split second.

The real secret of this technique of course was focusing the majority of her body weight to one of her legs for the briefest of moments before stomping the foot where most of her weight is focused upon the solid surface of where she was standing at a rapid velocity before shifting the weight back to the rest of her frame, generating enough thrust to propel her forward at incredible speeds, accelerating at velocities that are almost untraceable to reach short or long distances near instantaneously all while slashing at her enemies around her. It should be taken into consideration that in order to perform the technique at all, she requires a solid surface to kick into and thus produce enough thrust. According to the untrained eyes of those watching on while the user performs this technique, more often than not it appears as if the user has effectively teleported using sheer power and speed alone, moving faster than anyone is capable of following as they seem to reduce the earth between the themselves and the opponent in the blink of an eye.

When she finished her attacks she spun out and lowered her sword for a few seconds as she reflected upon the lessons of her father and Miss Mochizuki echoing in her mind when they taught her this sword dance.

Let your rapidity be that of the wind, your gentleness that of the forest, your fury of a tempered flame, with the fluidity of water.

"Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder." She announced as the wolves behind her fell over.

"WHAT THE WHAT?!"

She didn't give them time to adjust and dived right back into the fight!

The captains of the demon swords watched this carnage unfold from a distance.

"This isn't looking good. None of our men can touch Crimson and that kid is a monster." Cheyenne sighed. "What's our move?"

Bromwell the leader stepped up. "I'll keep Crimson busy. Tell everyone else to focus their efforts on the kid."

"Bromwell are you crazy?! You know what kind of a monster he is!"

"I only need to last long enough for you to capture her, Llewellyn. Once we bring her down we'll have him at our mercy." He informed his minion. "Go. Bring our riders and archers. Use whatever means you have to in order to bring that brat down. Bonus if you make her suffer first."

"I like the sound of that!" Cheyenne laughed and jumped on top of a roof and began playing her flute to direct the wolves and signal the rest of the bandits to zero in on Redriot.

"As you command sir!" Llewellyn and Ransford rode into battle against her to join their men while Bromwell proceeded towards Sir Crimson.

Redriot smacked back another group and turned around to see everybody gathering to attack her at once. She laughed and got ready to take them all on. "Man oh man. It's tough being popular!" She joked. She noticed the flute playing and looked up at the roof where the flute player was playing her song. "So she must be the tamer. She's trained the dogs to respond to that sound. I'm almost impressed." (If I take her out, I can stop them from directing the wolves. That should make things easier at least.)

The bandits split up! Several were still charging forward towards her while the rest split up and circled around from the left and right. As she was getting ready to take them all on however she heard thunderous galloping footsteps towards them! She ran towards a nearby house and quickly ascended it and perched on top so she could get a better look at what was coming. Turns out they had reserves. A good thirty horse riders each of whom had two armed bandits riding on each horse. As they closed in on her the bandits riding on the backs of the horses leaped off of the horses and landed on top of various rooftops and taking out crystal dust powered crossbows and pointing them at her while the riders rode onward to back up the others. They had the house completely surrounded. "Okay, so you have a few more people, big deal. Come on! Who wants some?"

"We'll take that challenge." Cheyenne taunted from a nearby rooftop while walking towards her. Redriot stared her down. She was clad in a cloak that appeared to be made out of leaves with a skull mask on. Underneath she had black makeup around her eyes in a butterfly pattern and she wore animal fur clothing over the same leather armor as the rest of the bandits.

"So is that the Royal We or are you speaking for your punching bags?"

"Well, yes but actually no." Cheyenne replied and threw off her cloak. Her body began to glow as shimmering transparent images of Cheyenne appeared over her body and then they stepped out of her body, two at a time, until there were six more of her, formed from Solidified Aura, standing in a circle around Cheyenne!

"A Semblance?"

"Correct. This is my Semblance: Doppelgänger Attack!" They all spoke at once and simultaneously pulled out dual ended curved hook swords.

"Okay so that might be a challenge." She confessed. "I'm assuming all six of them are solid?"

"That's correct." They admitted. "We are all as real as you are, Samurai Girl, and we're going to enjoy peeling the flesh off your bones! Hey Llewellyn! It's showtime!"

"WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons!

Redriot took a few steps back and looked around as the bandits and wolves suddenly bulked up all at once and then she looked at the clone girl and noticed her and her duplicates doing the same thing! All seven of her!

Redriot swallowed and composed herself. (Oh. Ohhhhhh. Oh this is going to SUCK!)

"Time to die." The clones spoke simultaneously and leaped at her all at once and brought their hooks down on the roof! The impacts broke it apart and collapsed the roof into the empty house below while she dived to the ground only to be sucker punched by a roided up wolf and sent flying away through the air! She was launched a considerable distance away until she struck the roof of another building and dropped to the ground. Redriot shook it off as she got back up and looked up to see the entire mob of bandits in hot pursuit of her and they were closing the distance incredibly fast thanks to their amplified muscles. She had to act now!

Redriot took up her sword stance again. "Okay then. Once more. Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder!" She waited until the horde closed in close enough and she suddenly surged forward after digging her boots into the ground, allowing her to accelerate at incredible speeds. Just like last time, she used a series of complex flowing fluid movements to dance around the berserk bandits while she slashed at them with exquisite sword strikes, exploiting the limits of human vision to create illusions with footwork and control of movement to distract and trick her opponents into believing Redriot had cloned herself!

Just like last time she charged onward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming horde. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks, not even bothering with parrying this time and instead using her sword and arms for slight of hand redirections instead, while retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs and all around! A blinding flurry of sword strikes from unpredictable and quickly-altering trajectories! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her! Wolves, bandits, riders, humans, monsters, horses, she was gliding through them all while her sword slashed at will!

No waiting, no hesitation, no pausing, just go go go go go GO!

It was a deadly and beautiful dance that truly demonstrated the art of sword dancing. But sadly it could not last forever. Her flowing movement carried her far but even Redriot could be interrupted when she was outnumbered this badly as demonstrated when two powered up bandits managed to block her sword and brought her dance to an end just long enough for two more to grab her! She immediately began stomping on toes and kicking them but she was slowed down enough for them to slash her chest and throw her into the air! The archers opened fire on her rapidly alongside a series of bullets from the others! She was able to recover in time to block the incoming projectiles with her sword slashes but this left her open to the wolves who leaped into the air, soaring over the bandits and slashed her and pounced on her, slamming her down into a building! She fell through the roof with the wolves on top of her, snarling and scratching and biting at her until she was able to force them back with an Aura Burst! It only gave them momentary pause but it was enough to give her some breathing room. She jumped back up to her feet, leaped over one of them while smacking it with her sword, hit the ground running and ran out of the building only to be hit by the blade of a halberd of an oncoming rider! The sudden attack sent her flying backwards several feet before she stopped and came down on her feet and looked up to see the bandits coming down on her! She jumped out of the way as the four bandits slammed their swords down on the ground and threw up dust and dirt and rocks and soil from the crater they made.

"Where you looking?!"

She looked back to see the clones rushing her while laughing madly and gritted her teeth underneath her mask. The first clone performed a sideways spinning jump while slashing with her hooks and Redriot dodged to the side but then the next clone performed horizontal slashes with hers and while Redriot was able to parry it the attack forced her backwards a considerable distance until she was able to slide to a stop. They were on her! A third clone leaped over the first two and spun around before slashing down with her hooks and Red had to dodge her and run to the side where she was stopped by the fourth one! Redriot was forced to desperately dodge around her wild attacks, one of which knocked off her helmet, and then she struck her legs when she had an opening and ran for it, dodged an attack from the fifth one, and was then stopped by the sixth clone and Cheyenne herself! She dodged an attack from the clone and ducked down and slashed at Cheyenne's leg but she blocked it with one hook and then she slashed at the back of her head only for Redriot to dodge this and spin away only for the clone to stab backwards with the hooks and striking her in the stomach and then Cheyenne spun and slashed her with her hooks and then landed a kick on her stomach! As she was sent flying backwards the bandits slammed into her from behind and sent her flying forward and then Cheyenne and some of her clones clotheslined her and the others hit her back up and forward and the last one clotheslined her with her hook and sent her flying forward spinning head over heels and then she slammed down on the ground!

Cheyenne laughed as she approached Redriot. "We have to hand it to you kid. You've lasted way longer than we gave you credit for!" The bandits encircled her and Redriot grabbed her sword. "You lasted way longer than you had any right to." Redriot stabbed her sword in the ground and took off her face mask so she could breathe easier. She used the sword to pull herself up and took a few deep breaths before she raised her sword up and then she sheathed it. "But it's over now." Redriot looked around at the horde of pumped up bandits encircling her and lowered herself down in a Battōjutsu stance. The bandits raised their weapons and prepared to charge in. "You're going to die here and then your father will die and then we'll burn this village to the ground." Cheynne and her clones signaled the bandits and wolves. "CHARGE!"

The horde charged her in a circle. She breathed in and slowly breathed it out. "Crimson Execution Variant One: Fire Cyclone Buzzsaw." She replied softly and stomped her left foot into the ground hard enough to crack the ground underneath, turned her body, unsheathed her sword in a lightning fast draw and unleashed a flaming aura buzzsaw that washed over the bandits and made them scream in agony as the whole horde was pushed back!

Allow me to elaborate.

While a normal strike is performed by drawing the katana from its sheath on one side while stepping forward with the opposite foot, using a single step - However, this strike adds yet another step (a second step) mid-draw with the foot adjacent to the sheath (creating a Stutter-Step) which momentarily creates an instantaneous acceleration to the forward-charge as well as the sword draw.

Meanwhile, the range of the attack is increased and the Timing of the attack changes slightly, which can throw off the opponent,

Although truly, a super-sword attack, it endangers the user by possibly putting the adjacent leg into the free sword's path and draws one even closer to an opponent's sword than usual, but on the other hand, boosts the Speed of the sword draw to beyond-Godspeed and even greater is the boost in force of the strike.

By realizing one's insignificance and risking life and limb to protect something else while, at the same time, taking one's own, fragile human life into consideration, the user is able to step into the small margin behind one's own drawn sword and in front of the sword of one's opponent without fail, delivering a beyond-godspeed blow of monstrous power.

It easily makes sense that leading with the left foot results in a slightly faster attack on the draw, since the sword is closer to the opponent than if one led with the right foot.

Beyond speed however, the technique has an element of surprise to it--most swordsmen do not perform a left foot-leading battou-jutsu. Why not?

Leading with the left foot is dangerous because one might cut one's own leg on the upswing if the technique is performed improperly.

This is true, but I think there's an even more important reason why opposing swordsmen don't expect the left foot to lead on the draw, and that's the fact that most sword-drawing techniques tend to be high-to-low, as opposed to low-to-high (like the Ama Kakeru Ryu no Hirameki).

For high-to-low slashes, a right-handed swordsman would invariably lead with the right foot because the full follow-through of a high-to-low slash ends with the sword more on the left side of the body than the right side, so one wouldn't want the left leg in the way of the down swing.

Since most swordsmen are used to encountering high-to-low slashes on the draw, they'd find it surprising that one would lead with the left foot.

Leading with the left foot instead of the right completely changes the body mechanics of the technique (a low-to-high slash on the draw). The technique becomes much stronger.

In boxing, for example, it would be the difference between a jab (attacking with the lead hand) and a cross (attacking with the rear hand), the cross being much stronger.

Or from a baseball perspective, it'd be like a right handed pitcher pitching with his right foot forward versus pitching with his left foot forward.

Punching or pitching with the hand opposite and rear of the leading foot is much more powerful because it allows for greater torque, with the whole weight of the body behind the movement.

Most importantly, leading with the left foot makes the second part of the succession technique possible.

With the right foot forward, one would have to spin a full 360 degrees in order to make the second slash. On the other hand, leading with the left foot, one only has to spin 180 degrees, which is much faster.

Redriot combines this technique with her Semblance, Sheathe and Aura Techniques to devastating effect.

By focusing her Aura into the tip of her sword and knowing when and how to time it's release in the swing she can release a sword beam.

In addition, her Semblance coats her sword in chainsaw-esque blades of aura energy that cuts through objects by use of "teeth" running in a circular motion around the blade and back of the sword, allowing it to "chew" through most objects easily.

Furthermore, the dust in her sheathe and its gun mechanism increases the speed of her sword draw even further while also coating it in an element of her choice. Usually flames.

Combine all this together with proper timing and you have an insanely fast sword draw backed with incredible arm strength coated in flaming energy chainsaw teeth that releases a buzzsaw energy blast on impact and while it's being swung.

Suffice to say, this ultimate attack will finish just about any opponent it hits.

This particular variant on the technique, Fire Cyclone, involves a spin attack in all directions while increasing the output of the attack, dishing out more flames. When she finally stopped the horde of bandits and monsters were left screaming in pain from the burning buzzsaw aura attack cutting into and burning them at the same time!

She breathed in and out and then gripped her flaming sword tightly with both hands as she got ready for her next technique. Inhaling huge amounts of oxygen, increasing the pumping of blood through the entire body, focusing it on her legs, and releasing it all to assault her enemies with the fire variation of her Phantom Sword Dance: Blazing Soul!

Despite the insane beating she'd just taken, the pain in her body, the damage to her armor and the beatdown her aura had just taken, she stood tall against the horde. Clearly more pissed than worried.

"My turn."


Redriot fearlessly unleashed her wrath on the oncoming horde of powered up bandits. Now more mindful of their attacks and the strength they possessed, she was able to dodge their wild attacks easily without them being able to interrupt her flowing movement. She changed and alternated the tempo of her flowing movements ever changing speeds to better disorient her enemies with her footwork and control over her movements while at the same time increasing the quality and quantity of her consecutive strikes and slashes along with improving their accuracy. She weaved around the battlefield, dodging incoming attacks as gracefully as a swan light as a feather while delivering flurries of slashes vulnerable points to weaken them one moment then fiercely swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body while dancing in a ferocious flowing pattern, slicing everything in her path from multiple angles around her. Arching slashing attacks upwards and downwards, circular motion slashes, bodily spinning around to unleash 360 degree slashes, a series of diagonal slashes at high speeds, her movements were as beautiful to watch as they were deadly. It would be breathtaking to watch if not for the twisting whirlwind of flaming slashes she unleashing upon everyone around her. She was like a phantom! An elegant, deadly, dancing phantom with a flaming sword of death that was dancing through her enemies! Their attacks appeared to pass right through her and anybody she didn't dodge was instead deflected aside as she redirected the force of their attacks away from her before immediately slashing them aside. As ballistic as they were the enemy had no way of reliably countering her movements or her elegant blazing sword. Her sword cut them down en masse while she evaded their attempts at retaliation.

Yet even Redriot herself knew that this was a temporary measure. She was slowing them down but even if she broke their auras there was no real guarantee that they would stay down unless she killed them or cut down the one responsible for pumping them up. If she took him down and broke his aura then his Semblance would also be rendered useless. That meant that not only would his foot soldiers weaken again, not only would they feel the lingering pain from her attacks, but their bodies would also collapse as they turned back to normal. So for right now she just had to wade through the grunts until she reached him. Then she could bring the pain. Even as she cut through them, they swarmed her from all sides. Even as they swarmed her she continued cutting a swathe through them. They had the strength and numbers but she had the speed, skill and agility to even it out. She continued to cut through the raging swarming bandits until at last the Bearspire Huntsmen rejoined the fight! Freshly healed and rejuvenated and armed to the teeth they ran right into the crowd of pumped up bandits and began slashing and hacking and striking and punching and kicking and attacking them from behind!

They might be considerably stronger than normal now but they still had human bodies and weaknesses. Something the Huntsmen and Huntresses capitalized on when they attacked from behind. They targeted the vital points of the bandits. Striking the backs of their legs and then smashing them to the ground or attacked their eyes or throats. Their main plan was to throw them off balance so the Hunters could keep going and knock down the others while they were still distracted.

Redriot saw them coming and smiled. "About time you guys rejoined the party!"

"We can't very well leave it all to you two! This is our town after all!"

"That's right! We appreciate the help, we really do, but we aren't going to let you two handle this all on your own!"

"FOR BEARSPIRE!"

Redriot laughed. "That's the spirit guys! Handle them for a minute alright? I'm about to end this." She turned and ran forward while slashing and cutting through the bandits in her way while the Hunters attacked the rest. She cut through everyone in her way until she finally managed to make it out of the bandit horde and found the agitator who'd been egging them all on. Redriot raised a finger, pointed at her eye and then back at him.

'Coming At You!'

Llewellyn finally stopped shouting and stared at her in fear. At this lone kid who'd just cut through his powered up bandit army and was now approaching him. She sheathed her sword and nodded still with that grin on her face that simply read: "Yeah, that's right, you're screwed!" He gulped and flourished his pike and kicked his horse. "YAH!" He yelled out and charged her head on with his horse. She broke into a run towards him while reaching for her sword hilt. The horse's feet glowed and flashed as it ran towards her at high speed.

(Heeeey that's not bad! You taught your horse how to Aura Step! I'm impressed! But...it's not enough. Not against me!) They charged towards each other kicking up dust and dirt from the ground. The wind whipping at their bodies from the speed they were moving. LLewellyn grinned and kicked the horse to make it run faster. The horse raced forward even as she rushed it down. He readied his pike. She readied her sword. The horse leaped towards her and he stabbed at her with his pike only for Redriot to leap into the air with an Aura Burst of her own! She flipped in the air and landed on the horse right in front of him! Llewellyn's eyes went blank and his lip trembled. He knew exactly what was coming and exactly how much it was going to hurt. Quick as lightning she unsheathed her sword and slashed him. "Crimson Execution."

The flaming chainsaw-like aura blades cut into his skin as she slashed him up his torso and he was sent flying backwards a considerable distance right off of his horse! He screamed in pain and saliva spewed from his mouth as he was sent flying backwards as if he was propelled by a rocket! He eventually hit the side of a house, broke it and dropped to the ground as his Aura shattered. He barely managed to stand back up but he was left stumbling around in pain now and clutching at his burning chest in pain. It was a symphony of burning shearing pain that had been carved up his torso! "ARRRRGHHH! THE PAAAIIIIN! THE PAIIIIN! THE BURNING PAIN! AAAAARRRGHHHH! IT HUUUURTS! HELP MEEEE!" He screamed while staggering around and holding his chest in pain.

"Allow me." He turned around to look at her and Redriot punched him out. She lowered her sword and took a breather. She took a potion out of her side satchel, flicked the top off and chugged it down. It was vaguely sweet and very smooth with a syrupy aftertaste. She continued her breather while returning the empty potion bottle to her satchel. Redriot took a look at the thugs. As she predicted, without the Semblance amping them up, they began screaming in agony and writhing on the ground. They felt pain in their chest, they felt pain in their arms, they felt pain in their legs and they felt pain in their mind. They wanted to stop everything they were doing and treat the pain, but they know it'd only make things worse if they tried. Their bodies hurt all over. Their hands wrapped tightly around their waists and squeezed, much like their insides seemed to be doing to themselves. Wave after wave of cramps was all they felt and all they could think of. The pain became disorienting and they could only fall and flop around on the ground. Even worse their bodies deflated like balloons!

Without the amplification their bodies were forced to go back to normal. Which was every bit as agonizing as one can expect. With more groaning and sobs of pain, and the very unsubtle popping and snapping of joints and ligaments as they are bent back in place. On top of all of this, the wounds they'd suffered in the fight were also finally catching up to them, making the experience even more painful! The majority of them flat out passed out from the pain and the others were left just flopping on the ground like fish out of water completely delirious from it.

This was all but over now. They just had to mop up the last of them now. Looking over the writhing bandits she noticed the Hook Woman still managing to stay standing. She flourished her sword briefly before pointing it at her and her clones. "You. You're mine."

She was too far away for Cheyenne to hear her but she understood the gesture. Pulling herself together, she focused for a moment and began spreading out her clones again. Her entire body ached from the power down but she was able to gather up enough aura to recreate her clones again. All six of them. She opened her eyes back up to see Redriot already closing in! (CRAP!CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!) "GO!" She shouted at her clones. They immediately charged into battle against the swordswoman only for her to leap into the air, grab onto the shoulder of the first clone, kick out with her foot to kick one in the face and then she shoved off of the clone and struck another across the face. Landing on her feet, she struck the first clone in the back of her legs with her sword and kicked her away. The next clone jumped her from the side and slashed down with her hooks only for Redriot to dodge her and then she slashed up at her in an arc only for Redriot to circle around her, kick out her knee and slash upwards across her back at an upward 90 degree angle. The impact sent her flying into the side of a store. Two others attacked her next, spinning around and slashing wildly with their hook swords. Redriot backed away and deflected and parried their attacks before she suddenly dashed in and began twirling, spinning, dodging, ducking, bobbing and weaving around their wild attacks before taking them both out with a spinning slash that threw them both away through the air. Cheyenne herself then stepped in close while her remaining clones circled around to attack from behind and from the sides again.

Ransford observed all this from a distance. The kid was incredible. Not only had she held her own against their powered up army, something he'd never seen done before, but she'd taken out LLewellyn and now she was fighting on an even level with Cheyenne and her clones! What in the world was this kid?

Their men were being defeated, the boss was being worn down and now Cheynne was on the backfoot. If this kept up they were going to lose badly. That had to stop here and now. The bandit crouched down and readied his sniper rifle. He took aim, calculated wind trajectory and distance and watched the little red samurai as she darted around fighting off Cheyenne and her clones all at the same time. He waited and waited for the right moment until after defending against a few attacks she was forced to slide backward a few feet. (NOW!) He pulled the trigger and a 1,918 MPH bullet was freed from it and shot through the air, traveled the distance of the town and hurtled towards her. It reached her near-instantly! Redriot was just raising her sword back up when she saw the bullet coming out of the corner of her eye and quickly turned to deflect it aside with her sword. Catching the bullet on it and deflecting it away straight into the eye of one of Cheyenne's clones!

(WHAT THE FUCK?!) Ransford screamed internally while the clone fell back, screaming in pain while her body flickered in and out of existence. Redriot quickly stepped up and slashed her across the neck with her sword and smashed her to the ground. This was enough to cause the Cheyenne clone to burst apart and fade away like a broken aura.

"RANSFORD YOU MORON! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Cheyenne yelled in the direction of the sniper. Unfortunately this not only alerted the other huntsmen to his general location but it also distracted her from Redriot. A costly mistake that she immediately capitalized on! She rushed the clones before they could get reorganized, slashed one across her back, slashed another on her side, slashed the next one across the side of her neck and continued forward. She dashed past them and swiped her sword to the left as the clones collapsed on the ground and broke apart. With them dealt with Redriot finally turned to face Cheyenne herself. The bandit woman gulped and began backing away from her in fear while the Huntress sheathed her sword, cautiously approached her and lowered her hand to the hilt of her sword. After a momentary staredown between them Cheyenne screamed and lunged at her only for Redriot to quickly step up and blast her backward with a sword drawing slash that sent her flying backwards and broke her aura. She was out.

With this taken care of, Redriot turned and began running in the direction of the sniper. Thanks to Aura Stepping she quickly closed the distance and leaped onto the rooftops and began racing across them and leaping from roof to roof alongside the Bearspire Huntsmen. He still managed to squeeze off a few shots despite being on the run now of course but they were able to swat them aside as they closed in and surrounded him. The Huntsmen struck at him and Ransford leaped into the air to dodge them only to look up to see Redriot falling down on him. She flipped in the air, raised her sword and slashed down at his head hard enough to send him flying down towards the Huntsmen who waited for him to almost land on the rooftop and then they all struck him at once!

"GET THE HELL OUT OF OUR TOWN!" They shouted in unison as his aura was smashed and he was thrown to the ground below!

Redriot landed on her feet and sheathed her sword and took a breather.

The battle was over. All that was left was the mop up.

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SuperKamiGuy1 wrote:

Redriot smacked back another group and turned around to see everybody gathering to attack her at once. She laughed and got ready to take them all on. "Man oh man. It's tough being popular!" She joked. She noticed the flute playing and looked up at the roof where the flute player was playing her song. "So she must be the tamer. She's trained the dogs to respond to that sound. I'm almost impressed." (If I take her out, I can stop them from directing the wolves. That should make things easier at least.)

The bandits split up! Several were still charging forward towards her while the rest split up and circled around from the left and right. As she was getting ready to take them all on however she heard thunderous galloping footsteps towards them! She ran towards a nearby house and quickly ascended it and perched on top so she could get a better look at what was coming. Turns out they had reserves. A good thirty horse riders each of whom had two armed bandits riding on each horse. As they closed in on her the bandits riding on the backs of the horses leaped off of the horses and landed on top of various rooftops and taking out crystal dust powered crossbows and pointing them at her while the riders rode onward to back up the others. They had the house completely surrounded. "Okay, so you have a few more people, big deal. Come on! Who wants some?"

"We'll take that challenge." Cheyenne taunted from a nearby rooftop while walking towards her. Redriot stared her down. She was clad in a cloak that appeared to be made out of leaves with a skull mask on. Underneath she had black makeup around her eyes in a butterfly pattern and she wore animal fur clothing over the same leather armor as the rest of the bandits.

"So is that the Royal We or are you speaking for your punching bags?"

"Well, yes but actually no." Cheyenne replied and threw off her cloak. Her body began to glow as shimmering transparent images of Cheyenne appeared over her body and then they stepped out of her body, two at a time, until there were six more of her, formed from Solidified Aura, standing in a circle around Cheyenne!

"A Semblance?"

"Correct. This is my Semblance: Doppelgänger Attack!" They all spoke at once and simultaneously pulled out dual ended curved hook swords.

"Okay so that might be a challenge." She confessed. "I'm assuming all six of them are solid?"

"That's correct." They admitted. "We are all as real as you are, Samurai Girl, and we're going to enjoy peeling the flesh off your bones! Hey Llewellyn! It's showtime!"

"WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons!

Redriot took a few steps back and looked around as the bandits and wolves suddenly bulked up all at once and then she looked at the clone girl and noticed her and her duplicates doing the same thing! All seven of her!

Redriot swallowed and composed herself. (Oh. Ohhhhhh. Oh this is going to SUCK!)

"Time to die." The clones spoke simultaneously and leaped at her all at once and brought their hooks down on the roof! The impacts broke it apart and collapsed the roof into the empty house below while she dived to the ground only to be sucker punched by a roided up wolf and sent flying away through the air! She was launched a considerable distance away until she struck the roof of another building and dropped to the ground. Redriot shook it off as she got back up and looked up to see the entire mob of bandits in hot pursuit of her and they were closing the distance incredibly fast thanks to their amplified muscles. She had to act now!

Redriot took up her sword stance again. "Okay then. Once more. Phantom Sword Dance: Tornado Shredder!" She waited until the horde closed in close enough and she suddenly surged forward after digging her boots into the ground, allowing her to accelerate at incredible speeds. Just like last time, she used a series of complex flowing fluid movements to dance around the berserk bandits while she slashed at them with exquisite sword strikes, exploiting the limits of human vision to create illusions with footwork and control of movement to distract and trick her opponents into believing Redriot had cloned herself!

Just like last time she charged onward while swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body and making multiple consecutive slashes as she twisted her body and sword in her continuous flowing fashion. It was this flowing dance that maneuvered her through the oncoming horde. She continuously moved towards them and around their attacks, not even bothering with parrying this time and instead using her sword and arms for slight of hand redirections instead, while retaliating with slicing cutting strikes with her sword on their unprotected bodies. Across their stomachs, down their torsos, on their wrists, down their arms, across the backs of their legs, at their heads and across their backs and all around! A blinding flurry of sword strikes from unpredictable and quickly-altering trajectories! All while the attacks from her enemies appeared to pass right through her! Wolves, bandits, riders, humans, monsters, horses, she was gliding through them all while her sword slashed at will!

No waiting, no hesitation, no pausing, just go go go go go GO!

It was a deadly and beautiful dance that truly demonstrated the art of sword dancing. But sadly it could not last forever. Her flowing movement carried her far but even Redriot could be interrupted when she was outnumbered this badly as demonstrated when two powered up bandits managed to block her sword and brought her dance to an end just long enough for two more to grab her! She immediately began stomping on toes and kicking them but she was slowed down enough for them to slash her chest and throw her into the air! The archers opened fire on her rapidly alongside a series of bullets from the others! She was able to recover in time to block the incoming projectiles with her sword slashes but this left her open to the wolves who leaped into the air, soaring over the bandits and slashed her and pounced on her, slamming her down into a building! She fell through the roof with the wolves on top of her, snarling and scratching and biting at her until she was able to force them back with an Aura Burst! It only gave them momentary pause but it was enough to give her some breathing room. She jumped back up to her feet, leaped over one of them while smacking it with her sword, hit the ground running and ran out of the building only to be hit by the blade of a halberd of an oncoming rider! The sudden attack sent her flying backwards several feet before she stopped and came down on her feet and looked up to see the bandits coming down on her! She jumped out of the way as the four bandits slammed their swords down on the ground and threw up dust and dirt and rocks and soil from the crater they made.

"Where you looking?!"

She looked back to see the clones rushing her while laughing madly and gritted her teeth underneath her mask. The first clone performed a sideways spinning jump while slashing with her hooks and Redriot dodged to the side but then the next clone performed horizontal slashes with hers and while Redriot was able to parry it the attack forced her backwards a considerable distance until she was able to slide to a stop. They were on her! A third clone leaped over the first two and spun around before slashing down with her hooks and Red had to dodge her and run to the side where she was stopped by the fourth one! Redriot was forced to desperately dodge around her wild attacks, one of which knocked off her helmet, and then she struck her legs when she had an opening and ran for it, dodged an attack from the fifth one, and was then stopped by the sixth clone and Cheyenne herself! She dodged an attack from the clone and ducked down and slashed at Cheyenne's leg but she blocked it with one hook and then she slashed at the back of her head only for Redriot to dodge this and spin away only for the clone to stab backwards with the hooks and striking her in the stomach and then Cheyenne spun and slashed her with her hooks and then landed a kick on her stomach! As she was sent flying backwards the bandits slammed into her from behind and sent her flying forward and then Cheyenne and some of her clones clotheslined her and the others hit her back up and forward and the last one clotheslined her with her hook and sent her flying forward spinning head over heels and then she slammed down on the ground!

Cheyenne laughed as she approached Redriot. "We have to hand it to you kid. You've lasted way longer than we gave you credit for!" The bandits encircled her and Redriot grabbed her sword. "You lasted way longer than you had any right to." Redriot stabbed her sword in the ground and took off her face mask so she could breathe easier. She used the sword to pull herself up and took a few deep breaths before she raised her sword up and then she sheathed it. "But it's over now." Redriot looked around at the horde of pumped up bandits encircling her and lowered herself down in a Battōjutsu stance. The bandits raised their weapons and prepared to charge in. "You're going to die here and then your father will die and then we'll burn this village to the ground." Cheynne and her clones signaled the bandits and wolves. "CHARGE!"

The horde charged her in a circle. She breathed in and slowly breathed it out. "Crimson Execution Variant One: Fire Cyclone Buzzsaw." She replied softly and stomped her left foot into the ground hard enough to crack the ground underneath, turned her body, unsheathed her sword in a lightning fast draw and unleashed a flaming aura buzzsaw that washed over the bandits and made them scream in agony as the whole horde was pushed back!

Allow me to elaborate.

While a normal strike is performed by drawing the katana from its sheath on one side while stepping forward with the opposite foot, using a single step - However, this strike adds yet another step (a second step) mid-draw with the foot adjacent to the sheath (creating a Stutter-Step) which momentarily creates an instantaneous acceleration to the forward-charge as well as the sword draw.

Meanwhile, the range of the attack is increased and the Timing of the attack changes slightly, which can throw off the opponent,

Although truly, a super-sword attack, it endangers the user by possibly putting the adjacent leg into the free sword's path and draws one even closer to an opponent's sword than usual, but on the other hand, boosts the Speed of the sword draw to beyond-Godspeed and even greater is the boost in force of the strike.

By realizing one's insignificance and risking life and limb to protect something else while, at the same time, taking one's own, fragile human life into consideration, the user is able to step into the small margin behind one's own drawn sword and in front of the sword of one's opponent without fail, delivering a beyond-godspeed blow of monstrous power.

It easily makes sense that leading with the left foot results in a slightly faster attack on the draw, since the sword is closer to the opponent than if one led with the right foot.

Beyond speed however, the technique has an element of surprise to it--most swordsmen do not perform a left foot-leading battou-jutsu. Why not?

Leading with the left foot is dangerous because one might cut one's own leg on the upswing if the technique is performed improperly.

This is true, but I think there's an even more important reason why opposing swordsmen don't expect the left foot to lead on the draw, and that's the fact that most sword-drawing techniques tend to be high-to-low, as opposed to low-to-high (like the Ama Kakeru Ryu no Hirameki).

For high-to-low slashes, a right-handed swordsman would invariably lead with the right foot because the full follow-through of a high-to-low slash ends with the sword more on the left side of the body than the right side, so one wouldn't want the left leg in the way of the down swing.

Since most swordsmen are used to encountering high-to-low slashes on the draw, they'd find it surprising that one would lead with the left foot.

Leading with the left foot instead of the right completely changes the body mechanics of the technique (a low-to-high slash on the draw). The technique becomes much stronger.

In boxing, for example, it would be the difference between a jab (attacking with the lead hand) and a cross (attacking with the rear hand), the cross being much stronger.

Or from a baseball perspective, it'd be like a right handed pitcher pitching with his right foot forward versus pitching with his left foot forward.

Punching or pitching with the hand opposite and rear of the leading foot is much more powerful because it allows for greater torque, with the whole weight of the body behind the movement.

Most importantly, leading with the left foot makes the second part of the succession technique possible.

With the right foot forward, one would have to spin a full 360 degrees in order to make the second slash. On the other hand, leading with the left foot, one only has to spin 180 degrees, which is much faster.

Redriot combines this technique with her Semblance, Sheathe and Aura Techniques to devastating effect.

By focusing her Aura into the tip of her sword and knowing when and how to time it's release in the swing she can release a sword beam.

In addition, her Semblance coats her sword in chainsaw-esque blades of aura energy that cuts through objects by use of "teeth" running in a circular motion around the blade and back of the sword, allowing it to "chew" through most objects easily.

Furthermore, the dust in her sheathe and its gun mechanism increases the speed of her sword draw even further while also coating it in an element of her choice. Usually flames.

Combine all this together with proper timing and you have an insanely fast sword draw backed with incredible arm strength coated in flaming energy chainsaw teeth that releases a buzzsaw energy blast on impact and while it's being swung.

Suffice to say, this ultimate attack will finish just about any opponent it hits.

This particular variant on the technique, Fire Cyclone, involves a spin attack in all directions while increasing the output of the attack, dishing out more flames. When she finally stopped the horde of bandits and monsters were left screaming in pain from the burning buzzsaw aura attack cutting into and burning them at the same time!

She breathed in and out and then gripped her flaming sword tightly with both hands as she got ready for her next technique. Inhaling huge amounts of oxygen, increasing the pumping of blood through the entire body, focusing it on her legs, and releasing it all to assault her enemies with the fire variation of her Phantom Sword Dance: Blazing Soul!

Despite the insane beating she'd just taken, the pain in her body, the damage to her armor and the beatdown her aura had just taken, she stood tall against the horde. Clearly more pissed than worried.

"My turn."

Redriot fearlessly unleashed her wrath on the oncoming horde of powered up bandits. Now more mindful of their attacks and the strength they possessed, she was able to dodge their wild attacks easily without them being able to interrupt her flowing movement. She changed and alternated the tempo of her flowing movements ever changing speeds to better disorient her enemies with her footwork and control over her movements while at the same time increasing the quality and quantity of her consecutive strikes and slashes along with improving their accuracy. She weaved around the battlefield, dodging incoming attacks as gracefully as a swan light as a feather while delivering flurries of slashes vulnerable points to weaken them one moment then fiercely swinging and bending her blade in a winding motion along with her body while dancing in a ferocious flowing pattern, slicing everything in her path from multiple angles around her. Arching slashing attacks upwards and downwards, circular motion slashes, bodily spinning around to unleash 360 degree slashes, a series of diagonal slashes at high speeds, her movements were as beautiful to watch as they were deadly. It would be breathtaking to watch if not for the twisting whirlwind of flaming slashes she unleashing upon everyone around her. She was like a phantom! An elegant, deadly, dancing phantom with a flaming sword of death that was dancing through her enemies! Their attacks appeared to pass right through her and anybody she didn't dodge was instead deflected aside as she redirected the force of their attacks away from her before immediately slashing them aside. As ballistic as they were the enemy had no way of reliably countering her movements or her elegant blazing sword. Her sword cut them down en masse while she evaded their attempts at retaliation.

Yet even Redriot herself knew that this was a temporary measure. She was slowing them down but even if she broke their auras there was no real guarantee that they would stay down unless she killed them or cut down the one responsible for pumping them up. If she took him down and broke his aura then his Semblance would also be rendered useless. That meant that not only would his foot soldiers weaken again, not only would they feel the lingering pain from her attacks, but their bodies would also collapse as they turned back to normal. So for right now she just had to wade through the grunts until she reached him. Then she could bring the pain. Even as she cut through them, they swarmed her from all sides. Even as they swarmed her she continued cutting a swathe through them. They had the strength and numbers but she had the speed, skill and agility to even it out. She continued to cut through the raging swarming bandits until at last the Bearspire Huntsmen rejoined the fight! Freshly healed and rejuvenated and armed to the teeth they ran right into the crowd of pumped up bandits and began slashing and hacking and striking and punching and kicking and attacking them from behind!

They might be considerably stronger than normal now but they still had human bodies and weaknesses. Something the Huntsmen and Huntresses capitalized on when they attacked from behind. They targeted the vital points of the bandits. Striking the backs of their legs and then smashing them to the ground or attacked their eyes or throats. Their main plan was to throw them off balance so the Hunters could keep going and knock down the others while they were still distracted.

Redriot saw them coming and smiled. "About time you guys rejoined the party!"

"We can't very well leave it all to you two! This is our town after all!"

"That's right! We appreciate the help, we really do, but we aren't going to let you two handle this all on your own!"

"FOR BEARSPIRE!"

Redriot laughed. "That's the spirit guys! Handle them for a minute alright? I'm about to end this." She turned and ran forward while slashing and cutting through the bandits in her way while the Hunters attacked the rest. She cut through everyone in her way until she finally managed to make it out of the bandit horde and found the agitator who'd been egging them all on. Redriot raised a finger, pointed at her eye and then back at him.

'Coming At You!'

Llewellyn finally stopped shouting and stared at her in fear. At this lone kid who'd just cut through his powered up bandit army and was now approaching him. She sheathed her sword and nodded still with that grin on her face that simply read: "Yeah, that's right, you're screwed!" He gulped and flourished his pike and kicked his horse. "YAH!" He yelled out and charged her head on with his horse. She broke into a run towards him while reaching for her sword hilt. The horse's feet glowed and flashed as it ran towards her at high speed.

(Heeeey that's not bad! You taught your horse how to Aura Step! I'm impressed! But...it's not enough. Not against me!) They charged towards each other kicking up dust and dirt from the ground. The wind whipping at their bodies from the speed they were moving. LLewellyn grinned and kicked the horse to make it run faster. The horse raced forward even as she rushed it down. He readied his pike. She readied her sword. The horse leaped towards her and he stabbed at her with his pike only for Redriot to leap into the air with an Aura Burst of her own! She flipped in the air and landed on the horse right in front of him! Llewellyn's eyes went blank and his lip trembled. He knew exactly what was coming and exactly how much it was going to hurt. Quick as lightning she unsheathed her sword and slashed him. "Crimson Execution."

The flaming chainsaw-like aura blades cut into his skin as she slashed him up his torso and he was sent flying backwards a considerable distance right off of his horse! He screamed in pain and saliva spewed from his mouth as he was sent flying backwards as if he was propelled by a rocket! He eventually hit the side of a house, broke it and dropped to the ground as his Aura shattered. He barely managed to stand back up but he was left stumbling around in pain now and clutching at his burning chest in pain. It was a symphony of burning shearing pain that had been carved up his torso! "ARRRRGHHH! THE PAAAIIIIN! THE PAIIIIN! THE BURNING PAIN! AAAAARRRGHHHH! IT HUUUURTS! HELP MEEEE!" He screamed while staggering around and holding his chest in pain.

"Allow me." He turned around to look at her and Redriot punched him out. She lowered her sword and took a breather. She took a potion out of her side satchel, flicked the top off and chugged it down. It was vaguely sweet and very smooth with a syrupy aftertaste. She continued her breather while returning the empty potion bottle to her satchel. Redriot took a look at the thugs. As she predicted, without the Semblance amping them up, they began screaming in agony and writhing on the ground. They felt pain in their chest, they felt pain in their arms, they felt pain in their legs and they felt pain in their mind. They wanted to stop everything they were doing and treat the pain, but they know it'd only make things worse if they tried. Their bodies hurt all over. Their hands wrapped tightly around their waists and squeezed, much like their insides seemed to be doing to themselves. Wave after wave of cramps was all they felt and all they could think of. The pain became disorienting and they could only fall and flop around on the ground. Even worse their bodies deflated like balloons!

Without the amplification their bodies were forced to go back to normal. Which was every bit as agonizing as one can expect. With more groaning and sobs of pain, and the very unsubtle popping and snapping of joints and ligaments as they are bent back in place. On top of all of this, the wounds they'd suffered in the fight were also finally catching up to them, making the experience even more painful! The majority of them flat out passed out from the pain and the others were left just flopping on the ground like fish out of water completely delirious from it.

This was all but over now. They just had to mop up the last of them now. Looking over the writhing bandits she noticed the Hook Woman still managing to stay standing. She flourished her sword briefly before pointing it at her and her clones. "You. You're mine."

She was too far away for Cheyenne to hear her but she understood the gesture. Pulling herself together, she focused for a moment and began spreading out her clones again. Her entire body ached from the power down but she was able to gather up enough aura to recreate her clones again. All six of them. She opened her eyes back up to see Redriot already closing in! (CRAP!CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!) "GO!" She shouted at her clones. They immediately charged into battle against the swordswoman only for her to leap into the air, grab onto the shoulder of the first clone, kick out with her foot to kick one in the face and then she shoved off of the clone and struck another across the face. Landing on her feet, she struck the first clone in the back of her legs with her sword and kicked her away. The next clone jumped her from the side and slashed down with her hooks only for Redriot to dodge her and then she slashed up at her in an arc only for Redriot to circle around her, kick out her knee and slash upwards across her back at an upward 90 degree angle. The impact sent her flying into the side of a store. Two others attacked her next, spinning around and slashing wildly with their hook swords. Redriot backed away and deflected and parried their attacks before she suddenly dashed in and began twirling, spinning, dodging, ducking, bobbing and weaving around their wild attacks before taking them both out with a spinning slash that threw them both away through the air. Cheyenne herself then stepped in close while her remaining clones circled around to attack from behind and from the sides again.

Ransford observed all this from a distance. The kid was incredible. Not only had she held her own against their powered up army, something he'd never seen done before, but she'd taken out LLewellyn and now she was fighting on an even level with Cheyenne and her clones! What in the world was this kid?

Their men were being defeated, the boss was being worn down and now Cheynne was on the backfoot. If this kept up they were going to lose badly. That had to stop here and now. The bandit crouched down and readied his sniper rifle. He took aim, calculated wind trajectory and distance and watched the little red samurai as she darted around fighting off Cheyenne and her clones all at the same time. He waited and waited for the right moment until after defending against a few attacks she was forced to slide backward a few feet. (NOW!) He pulled the trigger and a 1,918 MPH bullet was freed from it and shot through the air, traveled the distance of the town and hurtled towards her. It reached her near-instantly! Redriot was just raising her sword back up when she saw the bullet coming out of the corner of her eye and quickly turned to deflect it aside with her sword. Catching the bullet on it and deflecting it away straight into the eye of one of Cheyenne's clones!

(WHAT THE FUCK?!) Ransford screamed internally while the clone fell back, screaming in pain while her body flickered in and out of existence. Redriot quickly stepped up and slashed her across the neck with her sword and smashed her to the ground. This was enough to cause the Cheyenne clone to burst apart and fade away like a broken aura.

"RANSFORD YOU MORON! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Cheyenne yelled in the direction of the sniper. Unfortunately this not only alerted the other huntsmen to his general location but it also distracted her from Redriot. A costly mistake that she immediately capitalized on! She rushed the clones before they could get reorganized, slashed one across her back, slashed another on her side, slashed the next one across the side of her neck and continued forward. She dashed past them and swiped her sword to the left as the clones collapsed on the ground and broke apart. With them dealt with Redriot finally turned to face Cheyenne herself. The bandit woman gulped and began backing away from her in fear while the Huntress sheathed her sword, cautiously approached her and lowered her hand to the hilt of her sword. After a momentary staredown between them Cheyenne screamed and lunged at her only for Redriot to quickly step up and blast her backward with a sword drawing slash that sent her flying backwards and broke her aura. She was out.

With this taken care of, Redriot turned and began running in the direction of the sniper. Thanks to Aura Stepping she quickly closed the distance and leaped onto the rooftops and began racing across them and leaping from roof to roof alongside the Bearspire Huntsmen. He still managed to squeeze off a few shots despite being on the run now of course but they were able to swat them aside as they closed in and surrounded him. The Huntsmen struck at him and Ransford leaped into the air to dodge them only to look up to see Redriot falling down on him. She flipped in the air, raised her sword and slashed down at his head hard enough to send him flying down towards the Huntsmen who waited for him to almost land on the rooftop and then they all struck him at once!

"GET THE HELL OUT OF OUR TOWN!" They shouted in unison as his aura was smashed and he was thrown to the ground below!

Redriot landed on her feet and sheathed her sword and took a breather.

The battle was over. All that was left was the mop up.

While all this had been going on, Sir Crimson was clashing with the Bandit's Leader. A giant hulking brute of a man dressed the same as the others but with a set of solid muscles on his body. He was bald and had a scar on his cheek. His weapon of choice was an intricate looking sword.

A long, thin, slightly curved blade made of titanium is held by a grip wrapped in expensive, grey deerskin. Because its sharp on just one edge this weapon is the perfect choice for slicing and dicing while also offering you a way to effectively block attacks. The blade has a large, twisted cross-guard, adding weight to the blade for a better weight balance, as well as offering hand protection during battle. The cross-guard has an ornamented demon flame on each side, the mark of their tribe.  A large pommel is engraved with the sword maker's symbol, a famous symbol and rightfully so. The blade itself is fairly simple. No markings, no decorations and no engravings, the blade needs no decorations, it only needs to be strong and sharp. His speed was impressive for such a big and strong man but his main trait was the power he backed it up with. A swing of his sword that clashed with Sir Crimson's own sword was so strong that caused a violent air burst.

His armor included a squared helm with half a face guard shaped like the eyes of a boar and reaches just below the eyes. Attached to its side are layers of crafted leather feathers.
The shoulders are oval, quite narrow and fairly small in size. They're decorated with a crafted leather bat wing on each side, curved towards the sides. The upper arms are protected by pointed, half covering rerebraces which sit perfectly under the shoulderplates. The lower arms are covered by vambraces which have a masterfully crafted bird's upper beak attached on each outer side.
The breastplate is made from many vertical layers of leather and fur with pointed edges and decorational pieces. It covers everything from the neck down and ending at the groin, but the shoulder area is fairly exposed to allow for more movement space. The upper legs are covered by a skirt of horizontal layers of leather and fur reaching down to the knee. The lower legs are protected by leather greaves which have a layer of chainmail covering the outer sides. Thick pants made from leather and fur are worn beneath this all.

Sir Crimson deflected his slashes off of his shield, deflected it aside and then turned around and stabbed with his sword only for the bandit leader to dodge him and slash at him again but Sir Crimson deflect his sword again and stepped in and slashed at his leg only for him to leap back and dodge him before he ran forward swinging and slashing with his sword wildly only for Sir Crimson to skillfully deflect and block and parry with his sword and shield and then he rushed forward with an Aura Step and then he channeled it down to his arm and he landed a powerful hard hitting flowing four slash combination on him! The four slashes were nigh-simultaneous and crashed against the bandit's body before he drove his shield into and across the bandit's face! His head jerked to the side and saliva sprayed from his mouth. He turned with the blow and drove a kick into his chest hard enough to send him flying backwards!

The bandit leader crashed into the wall and Sir Crimson immediately closed in on him and slashed at him with a massive flurry of strikes aimed at his body and vitals. The sheer speed and power behind this sword storm was like a hurricane of blades crashing against and cutting into him! The sword cut into and around his body in a violent flurry as the bandit leader's body shook and spasmed uncontrollably until Sir Crimson ended the assault with a direct stab to the chest that broke the bandit leader through the wall and across the room behind it and into a far wall!

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"Crimson Tempest Flurry." He stood back up and slashed the air. "I commend you for lasting this long dirtbag but this is over. I'm going to mop up the rest of the trash now."

Bromwell groaned in pain but stood up again. His aura was flickering but he was still managing to stand. He coughed and hacked and wheezed in pain but he was able to get up and stare him down. "Well damn. Hot damn. You're every bit the monster the legends say you are." He chuckled in pain. "Ohhhh damn this hurts. B-but still...I am yet to reveal my-" Sir Crimson blitzed in front of him and shield checked him into the wall and then he stabbed him and again and smashed him through another wall. "OW! Stop that! I was in the middle of-" Sir Crimson slashed him again and smacked him to the ground. "OW!"

Loud banging and crashing and breaking noises could be heard from within the building until Bromwell came flying out of it and slid across the ground on his face. "OWWWWWW!" He dug a twenty foot long trench with his face before he fell on his back and then pushed himself back up to his feet coughing and hacking. "Okay, that's it! NOW I'M MAD!" Bromwell ripped off his leather armor, crossed his arms and began to scream in rage. "I'M MAD! MAD! MAD NOW! MADMADMADMADMADMADMADMAD! PUMP TIIIIIIIIIIME!" He shouted into the air as his muscles suddenly grotesquely swelled up like balloons!

Sir Crimson paused in his pursuit to watch as his muscles began rapidly growing larger and larger as the underwent rapid hypertrophy to increase to the point of practical ridiculousness. His veins became much more pronounced and he hunched over heaving as saliva drooled from his mouth. He laughed and turned around to face Sir Crimson and then held his arms out as Llewellyn activated his own Semblance. Since Bromwell was part of their group, being their leader, he was able to receive the same benefits!

"WARRIORS OF THE ONXY RAVENSWOOD BANDIT TRIBE'S DEMON SWORD RIDERS! HEAR ME SPEAK! LET MY WORDS REVERBERATE THROUGH YOUR MINDS AND LET GO OF YOUR FEAR! YOUR DOUBTS! YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU DO NOT KNOW FEAR! YOU DO NOT KNOW DEFEAT! YOU DO NOT KNOW WEAKNESS! YOU ARE POWER! YOU ARE STEEL! YOU ARE IRON! YOUR STRENGTH IS LIMITLESS! YOUR POWER IS WITHOUT FATHOM! YOU ARE THE DEMON SWORD RIDERS! YOU ARE THE GREATEST FIGHTING FORCE IN RESIDUUS! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE ARMY! YOU FEAR NOTHING! YOU WILL THROW OFF YOUR CHAINS OF HUMAN LIMITS AND REACH OF YOUR PINNACLE OF STRENGTH AS POWER FILLS YOUR MUSCLES! LET GO OF HUMAN SHACKLES AND PUSH YOURSELF BEYOND YOUR BODY'S LIMITS! DO AS I COMMAND AND SLAUGHTER ALL WHO OPPOSE US!" Llewellyn shouted at the top of his lungs while thumping his chest. His voice echoed across the village and the bandits and wolves began to spasm and laugh and snarl in inhuman fashion! They began foaming at their mouths like they had rabies and they let out inhuman roars as their auras flared up and their muscles suddenly swelled up like grotesque balloons!

Sir Crimson looked up at him as Bromwell became even bigger and bigger and bigger with his muscles becoming insanely overly large! He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"AAAAAHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA! NOW WHAT WILL YOU DO?!" His booming voice echoed around the village. "I AM NOW THE PINNACLE OF STRENGTH IN THIS FORM! THE ULTIMATE POWER IN THE WORLD! THE STRONGEST EVER! YOU PATHETIC TINY MAN! I WILL CRUSH YOU LIKE A BUUUUGGG!"

"Can you even move those muscles?" He asked curiously completely undaunted by the titan in front of him. "I really don't think you've thought this all the way through."

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GIGA-MUSCLES!

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