My Body's Limit (VenomousNinja)
OoC: Alrighty, Mr. Venomous, here it is. I hope you enjoy Viratious' last hurrah.
BiC: As most travelers find themselves doing from time to time, Black Shisho was walking down a path. He admired the surrounding greenery, although there was very little green to speak of. It was the height of fall, and all of the green had already turned to royal reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. The longer he walked on, the thicker the forest became, the more vivid the colors turned. Trees on each side, the tall and the small, were making their inexorable change. Leaves made a thick coat over the ground, though the path was relatively clear.
The pure yellows stuck out in his mind. His whole grasp of color flashed through his conscious. The yellow of an Autumn leaf could stand against any other. It was an uncorrupted hue, the most pure yellow the eye could behold. It could rival the brilliant oranges of a magma flow, the crystalline aquamarines of a tropical tide, or the nostalgic green that swirled in the cauldron his other half once tended to. The color spoke to him, setting his heart aflutter whenever a tree replete in yellow would pass by. They grew higher and higher around him.
The trees were not getting higher. The ground on either side of the path had been steadily rising since before the walking mask could notice. The earth climbed upwards, first likening the path to a creek bed, then a river bed, then a ditch, and then a valley. Gradually, the earthen, mossy, walls began to reveal rock. The vertically faulted rock well complimented the magnificence of the Autumn colors. Layers of grays, browns, and oranges soon became slanted walls as the path became first a fault line, then a ravine, and then a canyon. The walls, though slanted to a degree, grew several times his height.
As far as his shaky memory could tell, that place was a unique sight. Forest paths had, of course, come and gone before, but not many were comparable to the one he walked on. Stone formations so rarely formed the kind of slanted walls that stood over him, and even more rarely in such close proximity. They gave the already crowded forest an even more cramped feel. B. Shisho resisted the urge to climb them. When, eventually, the walls would begin to shrink, he would be more suited to exercise on them rather than observe them. As he walked, looking was just fine.
In the trees above, he could hear an animal approach the edge. A short distance ahead, a tail popped out from the tree line, and hung down the side of the wall. With a graceful kind of agility, the animal suddenly hopped down onto the path. The walking mask was caught off guard by the person he would call an animal that had leapt onto his route. “You’re trapped,” the animal said, not trying to hide the other animal that had approached from behind, “Now surrender your valuables.” Those animals walking as men did not know who they had just angered.
“Just kill me now, and get it over with,” B. Shisho said, after a pause.
The animal in front of him drew a long, straight, sword. The animal’s big finishing more was a simple, brutal, rush. The swords of the animals pierced him straight through both back and front. Their thrusts were halted by the armor of the animal on the opposite side. Hesitating only for a second in which to scoff, he took a hold of both blades with his thumbs and pointers. He slid one sword back and one sword forward. Their plating gave way easily. A second passed, and the animals fell, slaughtered by their own weapons. Scoffing even more intensely, the walking mask unsheathed the swords from his belly.
With a flick of the wrist, Black Shisho tossed the bodies back up the walls. Had he eyes, they would have been glinting. Those two had given him an idea. He would do just as they had. The territory was perfectly suited to such an animalistic scheme. He would lie in wait for an unsuspecting traveler, leap upon them, and avail the person of what they could give him. Perhaps a lovely little lass would pass by. She would be helpless. Perhaps a big bulky brute would pass by. He could give him the fight of the century. There was nothing the walking mask did not like about the idea. All he had to do was wait.