(YB) Nekokaburi vs Shou Ren (Thanks to Rathan for Judging)

[Ciaran]

The sorcerer stands silently atop the rocky islet, his purple robe whipped by the wind. He awaits the departure of his competitor and the judge. Then, surely, the silence and desolation of this stony shore shall be absolute.

 

[Rathan]

"I see you thoughts Nekokaburi... you wish to end this as a true warrior of honor and in a way no one loses face.... I declare this match a draw... no harm done... no foul rendered.... now both of you go and ponder what has happened this day....."


*With this the judge vanishes out of sight and out of mind....*

 

[nekokaburi]

Nekokaburi nods in appreciation of Rathan's wisdom, then casts one last contemplative look at Shou Ren. Snapping from his reverie, Nekokaburi dives into the cold waters of the ocean without hesitation and disappears quickly, propelled by powerful oar-like strokes and swallowed by the blackness of night.

<i>Destiny, and the Tournament of the Phoenix Eye await.</i>

<font color="gray">OoC: Thank you both muchly...</font>

 

[Ciaran]

Shou Ren stands alone amidst the ruins. Waves plash over sand and stone; birds cry their loneliness to the night. The stars burn overhead like the eyes of a thousand serpents, watching.

On his stark and lonely rock, the sorcerer chants his spell once more, the words hollow over the boom of the surf. The air ripples with desert heat. He stretches out his hand, and when he draws it back, he holds a shining sword, its tsuba marked with the sign of a leaping wolf. He chuckles softly; then he, too, is gone, leaving the barren shore to the night birds, the stars, and the silence.