Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 72 = Tarnished Silver
Disclaimer: Although all
characters here are of my own invention, the original idea of Yoshies, Birdos,
etcetera, are copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
“They’re coming… prepare yourself.”
Tsi-Lau did as
instructed, taking up her hiding spot above the doorway, her feet ‘sticking’ to
the wall via the aid of her Chi. Her sensei ran into the veiled area of her
private backroom, moving through an illusory wall at the back of it and watching
through it to see what happened. The illusion could only be seen from one side;
from the other it was completely transparent, allowing her to watch her student
– a Templar now, she reminded herself – perform this task. If she got into
trouble, perhaps she would help… after all, she had only had time to give the
most basic instruction on fighting Vampires and Psychics, and she might not
intuitively know how to deal the final blow…
Surprisingly, the
first one to enter was another assassin, through a side door from the guild. At
first she thought that it was merely an errand-runner, but the look in her eyes
and her drawn weapon told her otherwise. She spotted Tsi-Lau almost
immediately, and the silver Templar came down to talk to the low-level
assassin.
“What is your
purpose here?” Tsi-Lau asked briskly.
“I need to see the
Tenth.” Sira replied just as tersely.
“She’s busy. Come
back later.”
“It’s important.”
Conversations between assassins with a rank gap were often short and to the
point.
“Why do you need to
see her?”
“I have a message
for her.”
“Then tell me, I
shall pass it along.”
“I must see her in
person.”
Tsi-Lau gave an
angry glare, then bore her fangs at Sira. “Tell me,” she said menacingly,
“Before I have to use force I’d rather not have to…”
“A vampire!” Sira
whispered to herself, almost in reflex. “Just like-…”
“How do you know
that?” Tsi-Lau asked, then it clicked. “Just like who…? Wait. You know -him-,
don’t you…? You know where they are! Tell me!”
“Get back!” Sira
shouted, holding her fan defensively.
Tsi-Lau reached
behind her and drew both her swords, taking up a stance for a moment before
flying into an attack against the pinkish Yoshi. Surprisingly agile, Sira
ducked the two horizontal slashes before bringing her fan up to block another,
stepping back immediately from the fourth slash and rolling off to one side to
dodge the final vertical slash in Tsi-Lau’s first technique.
“Quite surprising.”
The silver assassin mused as she turned to face her opponent. “With skill like
that you could go far in the guild. Why waste it by dying here?”
“I only joined for
but one purpose, and nobody nor anything shall stop me from doing that.”
Without another
word, Tsi-Lau began her next assault, leaping forwards and swinging both blades
at once in a pincer-like attack, with the edges striking only each other as
Sira jumped back. Tsi-Lau then rolled forwards and leapt into the air, slashing
up with one blade, then used the other on the downwards attack, but Sira
sidestepped the first and blocked the second. With a two-way horizontal slash
she almost hit Sira as she backed into a wall, but her follow-up twin stab with
both swords hit only the masonry as Sira ducked beneath the swords, and she
rolled to the side once again.
“You have only to
say but a few words and I shall spare your life.” Tsi-Lau chided as she pulled
her blades free, then ran a finger along each edge, sharpening them with her
chi. “Where are they?”
“You shall see soon
enough. I would have thought they might be here by now, but I’m sure that
nobody can stop them, only slow them down.”
At the moment she
said ‘soon enough’, both Tsi-Lau and the hidden Yasei-Yeiko felt the large
surge of psionic energy as Darkmark took care of Maria far down the corridor.
Tsi-Lau put it out of her mind, however, and started her next attack, leaping
into the air and somersaulting as she bore down upon her target. Just before
she was about to land on Sira she held her swords out and dived headfirst for
her, but again she was too quick and Tsi-Lau spun through a half-circle and
landed on her feet, springing off with her acquired momentum towards the pink
Yoshi. With one sword in front of her and the other held high, she swung the
upper one as she stabbed forwards and missed by inches as Sira leant back and
bent her knees, holding her fan protectively in front of her face. The tip of
Tsi-Lau’s sword skidded off the steel plates and shaved off a strip of paint,
and the swing passed harmlessly overhead, giving Sira plenty of time to
backflip away from the twin vertical slash that followed.
“Such skill is
rarely seen within the guild.” Tsi-Lau called again. “You could go far, far
beyond your dreams.”
“My dreams shall
never be true, for they contain a life that was taken that I have come to
avenge. I want nothing to do with this place but to have the revenge that lost
life never can take.”
“Do you live only
for vengeance? What then, when you achieve it? With the emptiness you will
feel, you may as well be dead…”
Her next attack was
one she had only pulled off successfully once, many years ago. She ran forwards
and kicked out at Sira, striking her but not with enough force to knock her
back, before bringing her other leg up and narrowly missing Sira’s head with
the attack, using the follow-through to spin her around and give her sufficient
speed for another sideways slash. When Sira blocked it, she leapt into the air
and spread her legs, passing both blades underneath them and flipping them up
into the air as the sharp tips sliced the air a fraction of an inch away from
her adversary’s nose. Upon landing, she leapt up again and did a backflip in
midair, finally landing a hit as the toe of her boot connected with the
underside of Sira’s nose, then grabbed the handles of her swords and fell back
to the ground. No sooner had her feet touched the floor than she spun the
swords once through a full circle and stabbed forwards, too fast for the
stunned pink Yoshi to react…
After leaving the
room where the two assassins had met their match, Darkmark had dispelled the
disguise over him and Skafria, reasoning that he would need all of the psionic
power he could muster to overcome the assassin that had wronged him so.
Stopping just outside the heavy wooden door, Darkmark drew Karlo-Shin’s sword
from its sheath, taking note of the doubly-bright shine it was giving off, so
much so that he found himself squinting because of it. Jamming the sword into
the gap between the doors, he brought it down easily through the wooden bar on
the other side and gave it a solid kick, sending the doors flying open. He ran
in, with Skafria in tow, but stopped short when he saw Tsi-Lau waiting for him,
clearly expecting his arrival. She had her swords held in front of her, stained
red two-thirds of the way to the handles, and blood dripped off of them slowly
as she held them rock steady. Off to one side, Sira’s body lay slumped against
the wall, bearing two deep stab wounds in her upper chest, from which blood was
flowing readily down her white, unmoving chest.
“At last I’m done
with them.” Tsi-Lau spat. “Ever since that kayatin son of Vick’s showed up everything got progressively
worse. But now the final friend of theirs is dead, and you’re all that remains
of the time I spent between then and now…”
“Step aside, I’m not
interested in you.” Darkmark ordered. “You know I can kill you and you know I
won’t hesitate to do so.”
“Sorry.” She said
curtly, bringing her frown into a malicious smile. “I have a job to do, and you
won’t stop me from doing it.”
She pointed her
sword swiftly at Skafria, flicking blood from it in the process. “You won’t
fight me and I know it. You can’t hurt me and I can’t hurt you. Perhaps when I
am done with him I will forgive you, and we can prowl the streets together for
food…”
Skafria gave her a
steely glare, but said nothing, folding his arms and leaning back against the
wall to watch. She was right; he couldn’t hurt her and he wouldn’t waste his
time trying, but Darkmark on the other hand…
“Fight me then,
psychic.” She said, tensing her body muscles. “Prove to me your power if you
must. You beat me once, but you won’t do it again…”
“Fine.” He replied,
holding his sword firm. “If it is to be this way, then so be it. I shall send
you to the underworld as a sacrifice to the Dark Gods!”
He leapt forwards
into the air and came down upon her with a broad slash, but she caught it on
one sword and swung for him with the other. Moving his free hand swiftly, he
traced a path of psionic energy out that blocked the attack before dissipating,
and he held his sword horizontally to block the swift attack she used against
him, counterattacking with another sweeping hit.
Just as the
enchanted edge was about to hit her she vanished in a cloud of smoke and
reappeared behind him, but he detected the surge of Chi from that direction and
swung as he turned around, striking her blade as she held it vertically to
protect her. Pivoting his sword around where it had hit hers, he moved the
lower part into the path of an oncoming slash before deftly stepping back from
an attack of her own. Taking the offensive, she make a diagonal swipe, a
forward stab, an upwards slash and a downwards attack, missing each time as he
stepped further and further back until he bumped into the wall. Rather than
wait for her to attack, however, he leapt forwards and drove his elbow into her
chest, swinging with his sword, but as they fell to the ground his swing went
wide and struck the floor, slicing through the granite tiles with no
resistance. Getting to his feet, he took a stab downwards, but she rolled to
one side and brought up one sword, clipping a tiny cut into one of the
membranes on Darkmark’s wing, but missing otherwise, and she teleported away
from him again before he could lash out once more.
Deciding to bring
his psionics into play, Darkmark charged up a ball of energy and threw it at
her, but she dodged it easily with reflexes so quick that it was all too
obvious she was using her chi to aid her. As she ran forwards she jumped up and
made one slash, then another, missing as Darkmark circled around behind her and
took a swipe, robbed of his fatal attack by the metal buckle keeping her sword
scabbards strapped to her back, which deflected his strike. She turned around
quickly and made a diagonal cut upwards, missing by inches as Darkmark stepped
back again, but as her follow-up downwards diagonal slash almost hit him he
stabbed forwards while she was recovering…
The blade passed
straight through her, but the moment it did so she burst into a myriad of
flecks of white energy, which expanded from where she had been and disappeared
rapidly until they were all gone. Satisfied, Darkmark sheathed his sword and
caught his breath, casting a gaze over to Sira’s body.
One more death I have had to avenge…
“No, Valina!”
Darkmark turned his
head in the direction of the voice to see Yasei-Yeiko standing just in front of
the curtains covering her private area, but unknown to him the tears she was
shedding were but crocodile tears. She knew the truth but didn’t want to give
it away, and pretended to cry softly as she stared mournfully at the spot where
her student had been defeated.
“Why… why did you
have to kill her?” She asked, turning her head to Darkmark and wiping the tears
from her purple cheeks.
“Why do you care so
much?” Darkmark retorted. “She was only one of your underlings…”
“She was more than
that…. she was my best student, my favourite student, and I expected her to go
far…”
“No worries.”
Darkmark said evilly. “Just give in now and you can go see her…”
“No.” Came the
bitter reply. “I will avenge her banishment… you have not yet seen just how
good an assassin I am…”
As Skafria strode up
to Darkmark’s side and drew his sword, she cast aside her veils in a quick yet
seemingly low-spirited move, taking two sword hilts from a belt she wore. As
she held one in each hand, the expression on her face changed from sadness to
concentration, and from the sword hilts came fuzzy white blades of pure chi
energy, weightless yet as powerful as any sword…
She swung one of
them and as she did so, the blade bent into a curve before slicing through the
air and leaving a trail of chi behind it, which faded after a moment as the
blade returned to its full straight length. “I have not had to use my
chi-blades in combat for almost two years… I will enjoy giving you all the pain
that I can!”
“Just like you did
to Shiala?”
She gave a little
snort. “Ah yes, her. I made her an offer, but she refused and died because of
it. You two were so noisy that night, I
could scarcely believe my ear-holes. I know ferals are a little hot to handle,
but a prison cell? Have you no decency?”
Darkmark clenched
his free hand in anger. “If you’re trying to provoke me, it’s not working…”
“Oh, but it is, and
I can see it. You’re angry because you know the truth, that you didn’t love
her, you just wanted to satiate your fleshly desires…”
“You shut
your mouth, ki khíshala kísya!” Darkmark
roared. “I loved her and when you killed her, you killed a part of me as well…
maybe watching your beloved student die will have let you experience a mere
fraction of the pain you dealt to me!”
Darkmark held his
sword ready, tensing his legs in preparation to fight her. Shiala…
Andreas… please, watch over me and protect me as I avenge your deaths… I have
so much left to do, I do not want to meet you again just yet…
To
be continued…