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 ~Seizu~Zhu~Sying: Black Night
"Are you alright?" Sying had beaten the cruel man who, she found, was a waterbender. It pained her to think her own people would follow a man such as the Commander.
Pantu sniffed, wiping his nose on his sleeve and leaving a streak of grime on his cheek. "Thank you lady." His mother was crying, holding onto him tighter than a koala-constrictor. His blue eyes widened then, and he tried to pull himself away from his mother.
"Mang! I have to go find Mang!" Mang, Sying guessed, was the little girl he was with before. Pantu wriggled out of the iron grip and, before either woman could stop him, he ran off. Sying tried to go after him, but soon found herself swept back into battle.
Zhu had never fought so many. There were at least four men on him at one time, and he was barely keeping up. His senses were blurring with fatigue, and the wounds he had barely focused on before throbbed with a dull kind of pain. Everything was slurred, like he was underwater. He felt slower than normal...
A blade ripped down Zhu's arm, and his head broke the surface. He sharpened with the fresh pain, whipping around to kick the female ninja. He missed, but she, too, soon disappeared into the crowd.
Earth rained down, but for once it wasn't a comfort. Seizu picked off agents as fast as he could, but each one seemed to be replaced with three more. He had lost sight of Keeoni in the fray, and worry for her pricked at his heart.
Don't worry, she can take care of herself; better than you can, in fact.
True.
And if the battle wasn't random enough, the night was unusually cold as well. But the chill kept him alert, and Seizu concentrated on his katas, trying to pretend all the bloodthirsty warriors were simply more of Keeoni's constructed earth-soldiers.
Zhu's back hit a pillar, hard, sending shooting pains up his spine. He slid down slowly, the only thought on his mind being I really thought I could catch that. Who knew rocks could have so much momentum?
He got up in a crouch with a groan, ready to leap back into battle. Then, his hand touched something familiar, soft. He looked down curiously. Blonde hair.
"Emiko...?"
Tears were falling down Sying's cheeks, not from fear, but from pain. The terrible wound in her stomach had opened up again, fresh, warm blood darkening the fabric of her nightshirt and dripping onto the ravaged clearing.
Despite the pain, Sying kept fighting. Her arms moved in sweeping arcs, water and fire flowing in synchronization, sending black-clad agents running. They were falling left and right, yet their numbers never seemed to diminish. Sying was slowly being pushed deeper into the city. They were losing.
Seizu, at this point, had only one eye to think of. The other was scratched and bloody, three clean cuts running down the right side of his face. Clawed gauntlets had become more popular this year, and Seizu could taste the reason why.
As Keeoni had taught him, he put his pain to the side, concentrating on the battle at hand.
Even Tokku was fighting, flying overhead and swooping down to deal blows to the people in black. He attacked with feral snarls, blood staining his white fur and leaving dead in his wake.
"Emiko? Emiko!" Zhu shook her shoulder roughly, waiting. Waiting for her to open her eyes and smile at him, like she always did. He wanted that so badly.
Her normally pale face was smeared with soot and blood, practically blending her into the rubble she had been tossed into.
His hand patted her face, which was contorted into a mask of pain. It looked like she was having a very bad dream...
"Emiko!"
((this was very fun to write XD))
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