Chapter 3: The Nightmare Before Halloween
BOOM! The doors of the temple burst open in a fit of explosion. The discreet silence was destroyed by sparks and loud clanks of metal upon metal. The large halls flashed like lightning with every clash the swords made. It was Kenshin, and he seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. Though he moved with keen agility, there was a limp to his step- he was badly wounded. Blood dripped profusely from the crown of his head, to the deep gashes that drenched the tears in his good shirt, which was torn to pieces now. Kenshin dragged one of his long, heavy katanas in hand, carving a faint line into the damp stone floors of the catacombs. It looked like he'd been attacked by a pack of hungry wolves. An even deeper gash ran down his limping leg, and he breathed with a heavy uncertainty of his life.
Indeed he was in jeopardy of his life, as another body, hot on his heals, stumbled after him, holding something resembling a long scimitar. The enemies eyes were filled with a hatred, and bore no signs of a soul. Its feautures were grotesque, as was it's voice.
"Come buck here, you slimey cowurd!" it screeched, glaring at Kenshin with a lifeless quality. It was missing a hand, and was bleeding just as bad as Kenshin.
Kenshin turned on a heel and commandeered his powerful katana, throwing a wave of energy at the foul beast. This attack struck it in the chest, and began to eat away it's already disguisting skin. The enemy heaved, coughing one last curse.
"Mork my wurgs..... Dis ib not dee last....", and before he could finish, the enemy exploded into flames.
