Extio: Unleashed (standard:other, 1407 words)
Author: powerlevel12	Added: Dec 07 2004	Views/Reads: 2978/2016	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
"WHO ARE YOU", "WHO ARE YOU TO KILL THEM AND JUST LEAVE THEM THERE?... WHO, no, WHAT ARE YOU?!!". How could he have known what he asked? How could he have known? He could not have. A curse broken. a secret uncovered. a line crossed.

EXTIO: Unleashed 

What had I gotten myself into this time?  Was this a trap set by the
Seizukoa group?  Or is this just what it seems? Oh well, I'll find out 
soon enough.  Here they, come.  The twelve men rapidly rush at me with 
the thirteenth staying back.  I had to give them some credit, they were 
no amateurs, but as they ran at me I knew subconsciously that I would 
not have to worry.  They had nothing.  There speed was so slow if I 
used my techniques it would not even be a workout.  Then again, if I 
didn't use my techniques it would still be just as easy, I might as 
well have a little fun. 

I allowed two to reach me.  I will draw my weapon in what I consider 
slow motion.  By then they will probably think that they are going up 
against a god-like foe.  Actually, come to think of it, they would be 
right to think so.  How I wanted to unleash my fury, to fight with the 
rage inside of me.  To let loose and have fun, but I knew I could not 
do it, as much as they would have thought it impossible.  I reached 
back and grabbed my Rentrostire, a seemingly normal ‘staff' like weapon 
of silvery mysterious metal, pulling it over slowly but swiftly.  I 
brought it out with a swift sideswipe catching two in their sides 
breaking a bone or two.  Easy.  I allowed the other ten to come at me.  
One brought his sword's blade from top left down at an angle.  I 
sidestepped so fast and easily I felt my stomach take time to catch up 
with me.  I Deflected a downward slash, and follow with a jab from the 
other end of my ‘staff'.  I spun a one-eighty balancing on my right 
foot while my Rentrostire came down in the top center of two more.  How 
boring.  I will be finishing quickly.  Hmm...  one trying to sneak up?  
Not likely.  I Catch a blade in a lock ,in a spread of sparks, with my 
‘staff', the Rentrostire, I force down the blade, spin while 
maintaining the lock as long as possible and come up with  the opposite 
end.  Ha, only three left.  Time to end this.  “Special technique 
Kilo's Rapid assault” I shouted.  In the blink of an eye and the flash 
of a steel staff (a beautiful one if I should rate it), the three men 
hit the ground lifeless where they fell. 

The final man stood before me.  I gazed deeply into his heartless cold
eyes.  He had the Listeroitear, what pushes a man to craziness, beyond 
his natural ability.  Someone had set me up.  He ran at me with 
surprising speed.  I watched his style.  This man knew killing, he knew 
war.  Even without the Listeroitear he would be a formidable opponent.  
Well to any other man he would have been.  He brought his sword down, 
on the place were I was standing, a second before I thought he would 
have.  I still easily dodged, only clipping my shirt cuff.  I wasn't 
really in any danger.  I was only having fun with him.  That is, before 
he cut my sleeve cuff in the corner.  I turned back on him angry.  
Suddenly I was behind him as though I were there from the beginning.  I 
struck him.  Hard.  He was deabefd ore he hit the ground.  I did not 
care.  Why should I?  What good would leaving him alive have done me?  
I turned my back.  I walked over to their car.  Hmm...  An old make and 
model.  I didn't recognize it.  Oh well, a car is a car.  As I got in I 
realized I had a passenger in the back.  Nothing to worry about.  He 
had seen what I had done to his friends.  If he had a head on his 
shoulders, he would stay out of it. 

I drove for fifteen miles before arriving in the local city of Tresand. 
I got out of the car and started to walk away leaving the car with keys 
still swinging in the ignition, in the middle of the street when I 
heard a car door shut.  More specifically the car I had just got out 
of.  A young teenager, the age of possibly sixteen ran up to me. 

“WHO ARE YOU!!??  Who are you to do that to my brother? How can you kill
them without caring?  You killed him, and you left them to die.  You 
are despicable!  Now tell me WHO, no, what, WHAT ARE YOU?” he cried 
out. 

How could he have known?  No one could have known.  He could not have
known what he asked.  Who am I?  It made me think back.  How he invited 
death.  How could he have known so long ago a line was crossed?  A 
secret so deeply concealed uncovered.  A bond broken.  A curse lain.  A 
blessing bestowed.  An inhuman power unleash upon the world.  A 
creature sealed in magic to deceive all.  Who am I?  I am a warrior.  I 
am the rogue equation.  I am that which you dream of, but are unable to 
be.  I am unstoppable, or so I thought.  How could he have known what 
he asked?  I drew my Rentrostire and struck him at an inhuman speed.  


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