Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy for the Devil ❯ The Ragged They Come, The Ragged They Kill ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Faia Saiyajin 
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Occult / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 773 | Visits: 222 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Occult / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.19.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 773 | Visits: 222 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter V: The Ragged they Come, The Ragged they Kill
Upstairs, on the fifth floor, Sekhmet was fighting for all he was worth. He had
long ago lost the two unsheathed swords, reduced to a bloody fist fight. Anubis
had broken his hold easily, the Ogre the most physically strong of the four
Warlords. Sekhmet was only second to his strength, but an angry snake is a
deadly snake. Faces were smeared with blood, as punches were taken full force.
"What's the matter, Venom? Getting tired?" Anubis cackled, as he tangled his
fingers in Sekhmet's wiry green hair.
Sekhmet couldn't reply, as Anubis' neck snapped forward, his forehead crushing
against Sekhmet's. He staggered backwards, dazed. A fist buried in his gut,
causing him to double over in pain.
"You are no match for me." Anubis grinned, his lips close to Sekhmet's ear. "Why
don't you just give up? I'll kill you painlessly."
"Like hell!!" Sekhmet spat, his words accented with a spray of blood. Anubis
threw him against the far wall, leaving a Sekhmet-shaped dent in the plaster.
Hands were locked around the small bit of exposed neck, slowly crushing in his
windpipe.
Sekhmet fought for air, his beady eyes searching over Anubis' face. His right
hand fumbled for one of his four remaining swords, and finally found one,
wrapping his blood-soaked fingers around the grip.
"As the mortals say..." He grunted, unsheathing the blade. Anubis looked
confused for a moment. "FUCK OFF!!" He braced the dull edge of the steel against
the palm of his left hand, and with all the strength he could muster, shoved
upwards.
Anubis staggered back, his arms cut from his body at the mid-forearm. Sekhmet
leered at the undead bastard, who was too concerned with the loss of his
appendages to realize that the swordsman was about to go in for the kill.
Pulling away from the wall, Sekhmet reared back on one foot, nimbly twisting the
tachi blade in his hands, so that he was holding it like a spear. He howled,
before launching the sword at Anubis, who was busy regenerating his arms.
"Urk..." Anubis' body hitched violently as the blade embedded itself square in
his stomach, impaling him fully. Sekhmet followed his sword, his fists meeting
with the soft flesh of Anubis' face.
It was working. He was pushing him backwards. Towards the window. While he laid
blows on Anubis with his left, his right was tightened around the cold grip of
another tachi. "Say goodnight." He grunted one final time, his left hand freeing
the sword from Anubis' gut. There was a flash, and his other arm shot out,
thrusting the sword deep into his chest.
The stunned, pained look on Anubis' face was one of sheer horror, as the sword
went true, piercing his shriveled husk of a heart. Sekhmet hissed, as Anubis
slumped against the windowsill.
He twisted his wrist, slowly, as he withdrew the blade from Anubis' chest. At
the same time, he was pushing on Anubis, leaning him ever closer to the hole in
the window.
"Sekhmet.." The whisper was a wet slurp, blood flowing freely from Anubis'
mouth.
His cold serpentine eyes roamed the bloodied yet still malicious face of what
had been Anubis. There was no remnant of the former Warlord and Chosen One
there, there was only this... this thing.. twisted by the Dark Forces, made into
an undead mercenary. He couldn't reply. He didn't know what to say. So instead
he hardened his features into a snarling, vengeful mask, something that the
reborn Ogre should be fearful of. If this was the path his soul had taken, so be
it. Sekhmet would show no mercy. There was no regret in his heart, nor did his
snarl falter, as he gave one final push, ejecting Anubis from the window, while
dislodging his sword from Anubis with one hard twist.
There was no scream. Nothing. Sekhmet could not bear to look down, to watch the
body of his former ally drop like a stone. He sheathed the four tachi blades he
had used, after cleaning the tainted blood from them with the bedclothes. Before
he left, Sekhmet looked at the gray smear of clouds, and the solid wall of rain.
It seemed like a painting... some depressive artist's final work. That couldn't
be the real city out there. Outside was merely a runny, monochrome watercolor
painting, not a battle with a resurrected soul he had once called a friend. At
least Sekhmet would have liked to think so.
"You'll be back. I know it, Anubis. You'll return, and you will see just who you
are dealing with."
Upstairs, on the fifth floor, Sekhmet was fighting for all he was worth. He had
long ago lost the two unsheathed swords, reduced to a bloody fist fight. Anubis
had broken his hold easily, the Ogre the most physically strong of the four
Warlords. Sekhmet was only second to his strength, but an angry snake is a
deadly snake. Faces were smeared with blood, as punches were taken full force.
"What's the matter, Venom? Getting tired?" Anubis cackled, as he tangled his
fingers in Sekhmet's wiry green hair.
Sekhmet couldn't reply, as Anubis' neck snapped forward, his forehead crushing
against Sekhmet's. He staggered backwards, dazed. A fist buried in his gut,
causing him to double over in pain.
"You are no match for me." Anubis grinned, his lips close to Sekhmet's ear. "Why
don't you just give up? I'll kill you painlessly."
"Like hell!!" Sekhmet spat, his words accented with a spray of blood. Anubis
threw him against the far wall, leaving a Sekhmet-shaped dent in the plaster.
Hands were locked around the small bit of exposed neck, slowly crushing in his
windpipe.
Sekhmet fought for air, his beady eyes searching over Anubis' face. His right
hand fumbled for one of his four remaining swords, and finally found one,
wrapping his blood-soaked fingers around the grip.
"As the mortals say..." He grunted, unsheathing the blade. Anubis looked
confused for a moment. "FUCK OFF!!" He braced the dull edge of the steel against
the palm of his left hand, and with all the strength he could muster, shoved
upwards.
Anubis staggered back, his arms cut from his body at the mid-forearm. Sekhmet
leered at the undead bastard, who was too concerned with the loss of his
appendages to realize that the swordsman was about to go in for the kill.
Pulling away from the wall, Sekhmet reared back on one foot, nimbly twisting the
tachi blade in his hands, so that he was holding it like a spear. He howled,
before launching the sword at Anubis, who was busy regenerating his arms.
"Urk..." Anubis' body hitched violently as the blade embedded itself square in
his stomach, impaling him fully. Sekhmet followed his sword, his fists meeting
with the soft flesh of Anubis' face.
It was working. He was pushing him backwards. Towards the window. While he laid
blows on Anubis with his left, his right was tightened around the cold grip of
another tachi. "Say goodnight." He grunted one final time, his left hand freeing
the sword from Anubis' gut. There was a flash, and his other arm shot out,
thrusting the sword deep into his chest.
The stunned, pained look on Anubis' face was one of sheer horror, as the sword
went true, piercing his shriveled husk of a heart. Sekhmet hissed, as Anubis
slumped against the windowsill.
He twisted his wrist, slowly, as he withdrew the blade from Anubis' chest. At
the same time, he was pushing on Anubis, leaning him ever closer to the hole in
the window.
"Sekhmet.." The whisper was a wet slurp, blood flowing freely from Anubis'
mouth.
His cold serpentine eyes roamed the bloodied yet still malicious face of what
had been Anubis. There was no remnant of the former Warlord and Chosen One
there, there was only this... this thing.. twisted by the Dark Forces, made into
an undead mercenary. He couldn't reply. He didn't know what to say. So instead
he hardened his features into a snarling, vengeful mask, something that the
reborn Ogre should be fearful of. If this was the path his soul had taken, so be
it. Sekhmet would show no mercy. There was no regret in his heart, nor did his
snarl falter, as he gave one final push, ejecting Anubis from the window, while
dislodging his sword from Anubis with one hard twist.
There was no scream. Nothing. Sekhmet could not bear to look down, to watch the
body of his former ally drop like a stone. He sheathed the four tachi blades he
had used, after cleaning the tainted blood from them with the bedclothes. Before
he left, Sekhmet looked at the gray smear of clouds, and the solid wall of rain.
It seemed like a painting... some depressive artist's final work. That couldn't
be the real city out there. Outside was merely a runny, monochrome watercolor
painting, not a battle with a resurrected soul he had once called a friend. At
least Sekhmet would have liked to think so.
"You'll be back. I know it, Anubis. You'll return, and you will see just who you
are dealing with."