Who hadn't heard of the plains of Argis, it was the place were mighty powers clashed, where the titan's of the land came to do battle. These wide open plains left every type of warrior on an even playing field, classes of stealth could hide within the tall stalks, which often grew to heights that would make a dwarf almost disappear amongst them, yet one could also move freely amongst them, as the moved out of the way with the softest touch, leaving agility fighters plenty of room to manoeuvre, and your sturdy pure warrior types? They simply ignored the grass and cut a swath straight through it. And the grass grew at an unnatural rate, after one fight the place would grow again, always completely healed before the next set of fighters came along. Of course there were a few exceptions, in one part of the fields, though not this part, great furrows were dug into the ground where two great powers of such power had collided that they had permanently scarred this beautiful place in a way it would never recover from, leaving one area where no grass grew, no matter what power this place itself held.
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Buzzing, like a bee, but far more dangerous, once again Josh found himself dreading the apparent lose of his Ki sight. For the last few months he had been unable to summon the waves of Ki required for the skill. He didn't know why he simply knew that he couldn't, ever since he'd learnt the skill it had always come naturally to him, often he would subconsiously activate it without realising as he went into battle, now he couldn't summon even the weakest wave no matter how he tried, and it was irritating have to constantly look around him for danger, rather than having all things blatantly obvious.
ZZZZZZZZZZZ, Josh spun towards the sound his eyes went wide for moment as he brain recognised the object spinning towards him, instinctively Joshua, the bearer and deliverer of Kirstaline's will crossed his arms in front of him to ward off the incoming projectile. A loud chink of steel on steel rang out as the thrown knife collided with his metal gauntlets and bounced over his shoulder, but not without the tip grazing his cheek, leaving a crimson line in its path.
“One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six,...” Breathing in deeply and counting under his breath Josh retained his calm, it wouldn't do to unleash his rage against an opponent he hadn't spotted yet, let alone knew the skills of. Breathing out at nine Josh was once again calm, annoyed... okay really annoyed, but calm, “I'm going to assume you know who I am...” Josh called out, turning toward the direction of the attack, “Someone who attacks from a distance, without warning is either a common murderer, or they know their opponent, enough to know they don't want to be close, not without wounding them first.” Reaching back Josh removed Jasmine from his back, her blades, which he carefully and lovingly cared for everyday gleamed in the sun's light. This soon after a cleaning, every piece of metal carried on his person had a mirror like finish, from Jasmine to his gauntlets, each was so carefully polished and clean that if you didn't know better you'd almost say they shone with their own light. It was a lot of extra work, far more than was needed to keep his equipment in working condition, everything was designed so that he would stand out in the crowd.
He strode forward, Jasmine swung casually from side to side before him, her blade so keen that the densely stacked stalks of grass in her path showed no resistance as she simply passed through them, the tops fell slowly to the ground where ironically, in there death they would spread more seeds and even more grass would grow. His eye's continued to bore into Boreas' but his eye technique seemed to be failing him, his soon to be defeated opponents past was stunted in his eyes. Josh could see no memories beyond the killing of his family as a child, and nothing before that was really noteworthy of punishment. Sure there were your usual childish sins that every child committed, and this gave the Disciple of Kirstaline a base line of boosted strength, though slightly less than normal. No, Josh would have to find another reason for fighting this man, though the fact that he attacked him unprovoked was always a good enough excuse. Only two sounds could be heard in the clearing, the sound of Josh's footsteps, and the sound of Jasmines mighty blade sweeping through the tall sun browned grass, all other things capable of making sounds had either fled for the lives or hidden deep underground from the moment Boreas had attacked. Even the prize both warriors sought had gone silent, the periodic pulses it sent out stilling, as if in anticipation of the bloodbath about to occur. Perhaps that was the reason that the winds had ceased here for today, The North Wind himself knew that his kin was in danger, and knowing he could do nothing to help refused to even bear witness to the event, pulling his mighty and gentle winds from the area, perhaps he could sense, that this place, the plains of Argis, would become his son's resting place, his body still young, his quest uncompleted, and if that was the case, the winds would likely never blow here again.
“You block my path,” One line, stated in such a voice that conveyed zero emotion, and one meaning that was blatantly obvious. Leave this place or perish
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