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Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 27, 2018 15:48:49 GMT
[Arthur] vs [Afro]
Type: Plot Winner: Afro Summary: Afro is committing murders on Coney Island. In a desperate attempt to stop him, Arthur challenges him. Ideologies will be teated. Location: Coney Island Terrain: Sandy Shore Range: Close
Flashback: The moon’s silky shine glossed over the ocean’s tides as they invaded the sandy shores of Coney Island. The shore empty of life besides the spiritual presence of the satellite in the air, and Arthur whom was laying down – stuck in deep thought and greatly injured. The paramedics attending to a large, overwhelming slash across his torso. On such a beautiful night, there lied the prince in grave condition. How did Arthur find himself in such condition?
For just a summary, the teen had recently traveled from Britain to America to attend Dawn University. Of course, under the instruction of his council back home. His father had passed away a few months prior and it was up to Arthur to grow to properly run his kingdom. The university would be the suitable place for the prince to develop mastery over his quirk and swordsmanship. Although, the prince doubted he would get better at wielding a sword.
Despite his doubt, Arthur held determination to become better at the way of the sword. For the sake of his kingdom, he had to. But that did not explain why he was critically injured now. The prince had gotten the bright idea to challenge the man with the afro, something presented to him as a folklore attached to Coney Island. He had originally visited the tourist location since he showed up to New York one week prior to the semester starting.
Upon visiting the area, it had not lived up to his expectation. The place seemed to be devoid of life a bit, as if a disaster had come by. Turns out, the man with the afro was that disaster.
Afro had just left a very interesting affair, what turned into a simple bait and kill at the town escalated when a boy with blonde hair and sword challenged him to a battle. Afro could still remember the look on his face as afro struck him down and left him for dead, Afro assessed that the boy was some type of hero and learned through the rest of the fight that it seemed he was here to challenge him due to afros reputation through out coney island.
"What a strange kid"
Said Afro as the sirens in the background got lower and lower as Afro got further and further away. Afro didn't really know why he didn't kill the boy but its something about the kid that he hesitated to deal the finishing blow, the kids swordsmanship was sub par but he could see the potential in not only the kids fighting skills but his resolve. In this time and age its very rare to find a hero who acts like a hero should and even more rare to find someone with such potential, honestly with a little more practice with his sword he could grow up to become a major force within the hero association. Afro is aware of all these things yet he still hesitated to kill the kid.... whatever it wont happen again. Afro continued his journey towards a random direction away from the scene, remembering the circumstances that got him in this situation with perfect clarity, Afro had stood outside Coney island practicing his sword on random objects when the blond haired kid had randomly approached him as he was training.
Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 27, 2018 17:21:21 GMT
Coney Island was considered a residential neighborhood in Brooklyn dedicated to the relaxation and entertainment of very visitor. Best described as a tourist destination, the area was one of the few places often spoken about in Arthur’s family. Despite it being quite the famous place, known for its glamour and excitement, the prince heard many stories regarding this place. His father had met his mother on Coney Island during an offshoot vacation stop. Ever since then each year, this place remained as constant visit. Nonetheless, since Arthur was finally in New York – he figured it would do him good to visit the special grounds.
Arthur had traveled to Coney Island. Perhaps he would get the chance to meet the love of his life. Granted, the prince did not care much about finding a love of his own. He was too care free to dedicate time and effort to wooing a female. Besides. Becoming the King of Camelot was all that mattered at the time. As Arthur experienced the beach, the Wonder Wheel, and Luna Park – the thought of his failing kept looming over his end. Maybe it didn’t help that there were screams of joy around. Maybe it would have helped if the prince did not come to such a wonderful place in such a gloomy state. More importantly, maybe it would have help if he attended much earlier instead of when the sun was setting.
Ready to leave, return to his doom and sulk in depression – Arthur asked a guard about the state of the island. The guard responded with saying there had been a lunatic wielding a sword, hurting and slaying people. At that moment, the prince could have continued heading back home but something in him was driving him to locate the criminal. If he was even around still…
Afro had started his day with simple training, a sword swing there, a dodge here, and several hours later Afro had completed what he considered his morning workouts but far above something normal people would do to themselves. Afro trained s little bit harder today than usual as this marked the day he would actively hunt down people to not only hone his swordsman skills but to test the local heros in the area, he recognized that with the power he holds now he wouldn not be able to hold his own against some of the high ranking heros and in most scenarios would lose outright however he still had the urge to test himself out against a strong opponent, as any swordsman should. With these thoughts in mind Afro nonchalantly walked inside the city and the first person who came within range of himself he mercilessly cut down,
"AAAAAAAH"
The unfortunate citizen screamed in agony as the whole left side of his body split away from him. Within seconds people started running around in a panic, everyone trying their best to get away from the afro maniac as afro continued his walk unchallenged as he continued chopping down anyone who came in his way. Blood covered the beach in large puddles as with every second the body count rose to one, Afro continued this process until some hero or someone strong enough would come and stop his assault otherwise the carnage would continue on until every person in the city is cut down.
Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 27, 2018 18:25:02 GMT
Screams could be heard toward the beach, the nighttime was settling in. A sudden chill rushed the bones of Arthur’s both due to the noise. It was the sound of pure agony, like an animal wounded. The prince would look at the guard and then back towards the area the screams were originating. The guard would mention that the source seemed to be coming from the beach. Both individuals began to make way, despite the guard’s warning to stay put. Something instinctive was pushing Arthur towards the wounded voice. He was unsure if this was bravery, simply being compassionate, or a selfish desire to prove to himself – possibly to the spirit of his late father.
The travel was not too far, they arrived on the beach to witness the few people cut down. The guard stopped by each body, checking to see if anyone had survived this long. Seeing him confirmed that people had lost their lives…being so close to bodies that only minutes ago were filled with life. Witnessing all of this began to sir strong emotional conflict in Arthur. As the guard continued to go from body to body, the prince took off following the trail of blood left by the killer. Empty handed and all, Arthur did not care. The killer must be stopped.
The killing continued undisturbed, every second a body would fall cutup and bloodied in sort of a rhythmic pattern in tune with Afros steps. As afro continued his bloody trek he started to whistle a tune to break of the setting boredom of his continuous strikes, the tune was soft yet cheerful it had a sort of upbeat rythm to it that completely contradicted the current actions of the user signifying he might be more than a little insane but to each their own right? Unfortunately before Afro could finish his little tune he overheard footsteps coming towards him at a rapid pace similar to a run.
("Thats weird it sounds like someones running towards me than away from me, hopefully its someone strong")
Afro pondered on the strength of the mystery person for a brief second before the person himself appeared before him. Turns out the mystery person is a boy of average height, blonde hair, and his hands at his hip afro saw nothing of value in the guy instead he saw weakness.
"I think your lost, if the dead bodys werent a hint then the bloody blade should be more than enough to convinve you that you shouldnt be here, unless your trying to stop me"
Afro said that last part mainly as a joke, the fact that this kid infront of him could stop him in anyway is laughable.
Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 27, 2018 19:41:46 GMT
The man in front of Arthur possessed a presence that was completely inhuman. Seemingly a monster, the being exerted a vile aura as the prince took sight at his sword drenched in blood. Being in the same vicinity as this creature, the atmosphere smelt heinous and felt bloodthirsty in nature. It sent chills down the prince’s entire body.
As the man with the afro began to mock Arthur’s arrival, the teenage quickly understood that this situation was beyond his capabilities. Still. He could not fathom leaving, especially after the creature’s disgusting behavior. He did not seem remorseful in the slightest. If he could slay innocent people for the sake of his own gratification, then he would most likely try to murder him.
Unfortunately, if that were to turn out to be true, Arthur had no means of protecting himself. Sequence, his personal sword, was not in his possession right now. Back in Camelot, for weapons could not travel via sky, the prince was defenseless for the predator that stood before him. As he tried to speak, the guard would run up with a tonfa and order the swordsman to stand down. He would approach the man, an act Arthur believed to be a grave mistake.
Afro could sense the raw disgust the kid infront of him seemed to hold as his eyes sweeped around the scenery taking stock of the carnage Afro had left in his wake. Afro simply raised his eyebrow in response, afros expression never changed from his icy expression even with the silent judgment of the kid in front of him infact in all honest afro expected him to attack at any second yet opposite to his predictions a random police officer stepped in front of the kid to seemingly challenge afro to a fight. The officer had tonfas on each of his arms, inching closer to afro so as he could get a better striking angle trying to put on an air of nonchalance and courage only to falter the closer he got to afro and the more he took of the carnage around him.
"HYAAA"
The officer screamed in both anger and fear as he did a simple strike with his left tonfa aimed at afros face.
"Sloppy"
Afro sighed as he quickly raised his sheath to block the obvious attack while at the same time his right arm holding his blade sliced the neck of the police officer in two. The man didnt even get a chance to scream before blood erupted from the wound in a spurt of gore, not even looking at the body as it dropped Afro walked forward in a slow nonchalant way towards the boy with his blade raised.
"I dont know why your here but you have your chance to run now its time to die"
Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 27, 2018 20:59:48 GMT
The monster gave Arthur the opportunity to run for his life. Petrified by the presence of such a demon, the prince couldn’t even will himself reject or accept the offer. How could such a creature exist. How could anyone exist with the willingness to just rob another being of their life. Floored by such an occurrence, the prince began to understand his emotions a bit better. When he was running towards the site of the killings, it wasn’t due to some selfish desired or an act of bravery. Arthur was here, face to face with a beast, due to the compassion he held for life. Ready or not, the prince wanted to make this man pay for his actions.
“You disgust me. The way of the sword should never be used as an instrument of death.”
Clenching his fist, Arthur began to tear up due to frustration. More importantly, snap like memories of his training in the way of the sword occurred. The prince always failed during his training sessions because he could never will himself to inflict harm. For him, utilizing a sword in an offensive matter was forbidden.
“I will not be leaving. That would be disrespect to the ones that unfortunately met their end today…by your monstrous hands.”
Wiping away his tears, Arthur declared the following
"How funny" Afro said with a light chuckle, "The sword is an instrument for killing no different than any other instrument of war and should be treated as such, the notion that a sword is used to defend than to attack is nothing more than fortune cookie nonsense" Afro stopped 10 feet away from the boy as he said his own speech. "If you live by the sword you die by the sword this is a notion that anyone who treads this path know instinctual, to get better is to challenge others and to test your metal, you cannot protect the ones that mater to you if you refuse to cut down those that stand in your way" Afro flicked his blade to the side in an effort to clean the blood off of his weapon in one sweep. "Take this predicament for instance, i have cut down these people simply because i can and you have done nothing about it, could do nothing about it, simply because your weak ideals this in itself is also the weakness of heroes, something ill remedy when i become stronger" Afro pointed the tip of the blade towards the chest of the boy. "in other words a weakling like you could never make do on any type of revenge especially against me so just give it up, ill at least honor your small amount of bravery by knowing your name.
Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 27, 2018 22:03:25 GMT
The man’s words were cold, devoid of all care for others’ wellbeing. The usual loving, passive prince was increasingly become filled with anger – almost disdain for the swine that this creature was. Despite his empty words, the man uttered a comment that struck a nerve. How was Arthur supposed to protect his kingdom, guide his kingdom to peaceful futures when conflicted came knocking on his door? He would be thrown into battle; the sword would have to be his instrument of protection. Still, that train of thought troubled the prince. Harming others was not the way to live life. Humans were supposed to be better than savages.
The flick of the man’s sword broke Arthur ponder. Blood swoop off and splattered across the sandy ground. His eyes widen as the creature began to speak once more. He called the teenage weak and disrespected the ideal of heroes. This man down to the core seemed to be truly evil. Was this the reality Arthur was thrusting himself into by attending Dawn University? By the end of the man’s rant, he asked for the prince’s name.
“My name? Did you ask for the names of those you slain? I am no different from who you killed, do not treat me as such you insolent swine!!!”
Arthur never spoke like this before, but then again, he never hated nobody before.
Hmm an insignifigant display of courage that could very well cost him his life, Afro thought as he stared down the boy infront of him pondering on what to do next. "Ive made up my mind im not gonna kill you, instead.." immediately afro stabbed the end of his sheath towards the boys stomach in an effort to have him keel over, then in a display of speed hi immediately smacked the boy into the ground with the end of his hilt "Im not gonna kill you immediately, ive decided to strain your life until you feel the weight of my words in your bones" Afro kicked the downed boy a few feet away from him before cooly walking towards his position. "Are you even a swordsman? you talk big for someone who wields no sword, if your truly a swordsman then your a failure.. what swordsman forgets his sword?" Afro stopped when he got within a foot of the man, using his left hand to grab the mans throat, lifting him up to eye level in a feat of strength.
"You have any more words of your misbegotten wisdom or are you done now?"
Said afro as he began to apply pressure to the boys throat.
Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 27, 2018 23:03:57 GMT
Everything happened rapidly. One moment the man is speaking, the next he has moved to strike, then he was on the floor gasping for air, to finally be within the air – struggling to obtain some air. Arthur started to grip at the creature’s wrist, although he quite daintily due to losing strength each second, he was being choked. Thoughts started swarming the prince’s head, each one blaming himself for being weak – utterly stupid. His actions were beyond selfish, even if they were compassionate for those that lay before him. This despicable being’s words rang true. He was weak…
As Arthur began to go in and out from losing too much air, a dreamy image began to flicker right in front of his eyes. It was his father, the king of Camelot. His hands reached out for the prince
“Son you are not weak. Far from it! Your blood! Your Ancestry! You are royalty!
“Bu..but…”
“Cease! Our bloodline is strong! You have my blood; therefore, you are strong!”
“…”
“Don’t you dare fail Camelot! Its people. They need you!”
As his father urged the prince that their land needed him, his grip tightened on the savage creature. He had come back to reality, to hear the man talk ill about his swordsman path. After uttering those words, Arthur would kick off the man’s ribcage, freeing himself.
“You right! What swordsman forgets his sword.”
Arthur spit out blood.
“What swordsman raises their blade towards another one unarmed? You are nothing but a coward!”
In a bout of surprise the young boy kicked off Afro ribs, pushing him back a few feet before telling afro how it was unfair that he bullied someone unarmed, As afro accustomed himself to the surprise attack and the damage it dealt he slowly gained his composure all the while smiling at the boy before him. "Im surprised by your strength and your will to live it seems you do have some fight left in you after all however your still too naive" Once again afro calmly walked towards the kid, taking his sweet time, before stopping only 3 feet away from him."Armed or unarmed it doesnt matter in life, those who are pepared survive while those who arnt die. This is the absolute law of nature and cant be changed no matter how advanced or civilized humanity gets, theres only so much peace can get you before trouble mows you down. If your mad at being unarmed then find a weapon or be smart and runaway from the person with the weapon this is simple survival instincts yet a staggering number of people seem to not have it, primarily the hero's. But dont worry ill fix all of that once i take control of everything, know this well the ones who hold power are destined to rule while the weak are destined to be ruled over" At that moment zeed smacked the end of his sheath across the boys face.
Post by Big News Gecko on Feb 28, 2018 13:16:22 GMT
The creature’s words continued to hammer at the prince’s emotions. Despite him being extremely vile, it was like he possessed sane logic even if it supported his deranged desires. The absolute law? The strong hold the power to rule while the weak were destined to be pummeled over. This binary, savage perception of the world opposed every pillar of institution for the prince. As he words forcefully invading Arthur’s mind, he tried his best to shake it – disregard it all since he did not want to be tainted by the creature’s ideology. As it finished, he would smack the prince across the face with his hilt.
The pressing matter that crossed Arthur’s mind was that why hadn’t the creature cut him down yet? The entire time the prince has been injured, it was through blunt force. Questioning himself with that, the prince began to think that the monster was playing with its food. Angry at the possible realization, Arthur decided that not to take the creature’s offers. No weapon, no running away, and no bowing down. The prince refused to be disrespected.
“As a swordsman, you are some beastly creature dedicated to slaying others. Why? Do you have nothing to protect?”
Clenching his fist, Arthur turned his head back towards the man with the afro.
“You may have some truth to your words, but you sir use it to justify for your vile existence.”
Arthur holds his arms out wide, his chest poked out.
“If I am going to die…then I die with honor. If I live, then the mystics see a future for me..”
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