Post by xanican on Jan 5, 2008 15:25:40 GMT -5
"Daimon wont hurt you... it would be fatal to do so. Yes you will be safe in moon village Aimi. I will protect you with my soul."
He spoke softly, he kissed her lightly and he then looked around.
"We need to get out of here, I sense sand anbu. If your coming with me we got to go now before they get here."
Syrons voice was a bit panicked.
A group of anbu appeared all around them.
Sand anbu captain " You are a moon anbu captain, you are tresspassing and must be killed or obtained."
A figure with silver hair and a long muscular body walked slowly towards them. IT instantly turned night. 2 blades on each side of his hips. He looked calm as his blue eyes peirced the anbu. He drew his long skinny katana and seconds later every anbu there fell.
"Syron... I advise you come with me before more men need to be slaughtered. The musumane does not wish to taste more pig blood. Bring her if you will, Daimon ordered that you and whoever you had with you to be protected until you arrive in moon. He sent me for this mission, lets go."
Exile spoke coldly, he looked to the girl. His eyes were not human. He was daimons puppet, daimons tool.
"Exile... Why would he send you?"
Syron asked in shock, syron quickly caught his self and looked to aimi.
"Lets go now, we need to leave before more of them show up."
Syron said softly his hand outreached to aimi.
It was too late though, this time 30 anbu and 5 anbu captains appeared surrounding the 3 shinobi. Exile still had a blank look on his face. Suddenly he drew his other blade, a long curved wretched looking blade that would scare any man. The blade shined darkly.
"Moon technique, Dark rain."
Exile said softly, suddenly dark blades began to rain down. These blades phazed through aimi, syron and exile without hurting them. Merely shadows to them but the anbu screamed in horrible agony. They all starrted falling one by one.
"Demon..."
Syron whispered to aimi, hoping she would understand this man was a demon. A demon of daimon.
"That is enough, hurry up now. I grow tired of your slow thinking. We must go before more show up. I dont have the time to slay the entire sand village hurry up."
The blade shined as the moonlight hit it... it seemed to be alive, and gleaming with joy of tasting fresh anbu blood.
He spoke softly, he kissed her lightly and he then looked around.
"We need to get out of here, I sense sand anbu. If your coming with me we got to go now before they get here."
Syrons voice was a bit panicked.
A group of anbu appeared all around them.
Sand anbu captain " You are a moon anbu captain, you are tresspassing and must be killed or obtained."
A figure with silver hair and a long muscular body walked slowly towards them. IT instantly turned night. 2 blades on each side of his hips. He looked calm as his blue eyes peirced the anbu. He drew his long skinny katana and seconds later every anbu there fell.
"Syron... I advise you come with me before more men need to be slaughtered. The musumane does not wish to taste more pig blood. Bring her if you will, Daimon ordered that you and whoever you had with you to be protected until you arrive in moon. He sent me for this mission, lets go."
Exile spoke coldly, he looked to the girl. His eyes were not human. He was daimons puppet, daimons tool.
"Exile... Why would he send you?"
Syron asked in shock, syron quickly caught his self and looked to aimi.
"Lets go now, we need to leave before more of them show up."
Syron said softly his hand outreached to aimi.
It was too late though, this time 30 anbu and 5 anbu captains appeared surrounding the 3 shinobi. Exile still had a blank look on his face. Suddenly he drew his other blade, a long curved wretched looking blade that would scare any man. The blade shined darkly.
"Moon technique, Dark rain."
Exile said softly, suddenly dark blades began to rain down. These blades phazed through aimi, syron and exile without hurting them. Merely shadows to them but the anbu screamed in horrible agony. They all starrted falling one by one.
"Demon..."
Syron whispered to aimi, hoping she would understand this man was a demon. A demon of daimon.
"That is enough, hurry up now. I grow tired of your slow thinking. We must go before more show up. I dont have the time to slay the entire sand village hurry up."
The blade shined as the moonlight hit it... it seemed to be alive, and gleaming with joy of tasting fresh anbu blood.