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Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune


In Combat With Assassin==>En Route Back to Base


My, my, how arrogant of her opponent to presume to lecture her using her own voice.

A true samurai need not seek their own self-satisfaction, but rather, pursue the interests of their lord. What a weak accusation, for the threat was gone save for a few nuisances, and that achieved Yoshitsune’s goals.

Mm, perhaps her opponent was a sore loser?

She blew through the practically harmless traps, her sheer speed and the winds at her command easily clearing the shrapnel and smoke, and her sword flicked once, two heads separated from their bodies.

Efficiency was key, after all.

Yoshitsune picked her Master up, and leapt high, going at a slow enough speed to not harm her master, guarding her with winds just in case, and launched her way towards a deserted area near enough to an entrance to the catacombs to walk to, but not give away their destination so easily.

“I rather think you’ve had a little too much excitement tonight, Master. If it’s not too presumptuous, I’d like to suggest scouting a bit more with your abilities before going out at night again personally,” Saber spoke lightly. “Also, you look rather shaky on your feet, so you really quite ought to rest a bit. Wouldn’t do to burn out on the first night on this conflict!”

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Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune


In Combat With Assassin


Oh, certainly, the shinobi was quick. Skilled, too, for few could switch between weapons so easily and quickly and still fight effectively. It spoke of years of experience, of long-honed skill borne from the shedding of blood, sweat, and tears.

But the fact remained that Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune was the greatest samurai of her age, and this Assassin, and it was an Assassin for what else could a shinobi be, was not. The assassin was undoubtedly a master of her weapons, but her forte was ninjutsu. Of stealth, of poison, of ambush. Not close combat, for that was the samurai’s domain.

Yoshitsune had been taught how to use every weapon of the samurai and more by the greatest of Mount Kurama. She had mastered each and every one, and knew their use inside and out, their stances and forms and the very ideas behind them. The spear could not wound her.

And, so, when summoned in the Saber class, how could an Assassin outside of her domain even hope to touch her with a blade, no matter how close she was?

Like rain the swordstrokes came, but all the approach did was keep the shinobi closer to Yoshitsune. And that, well, had its own consequences. Every mistake, ruthlessly punished. Every flaw, torn open. Every opening, exploited into the ground.

The best defense is an excellent offense is a saying commonly known. And thus, when faced a veritable shower of attacks, the only solution that Yoshitsune needed was simply accelerate.

Two. Four. Six. Eight. More and more and more and more and more, until the Assassin was walking backwards.

Yoshitsune did not smile. She bared her teeth.

“It’s all I’ll ever need for the likes of you.”

Wind buffeting and cutting her opponent, the endgame was near. Her opponent had failed her initial objective, and staying in melee combat as an Assassin was an awful idea. So, goodbyes would be soon.

And she would be more than happy to give a parting present.

Amidst the duel of blades, openings revealed themselves.

Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune blurred once more, and she cut.

@1Charak2 @GreenGoat
Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune


In Combat With Assassin


For most warriors, their opponents disappearing in front of their eyes would be cause for worry. Questions would fly through their heads. Where were they? How did they do it? What are they going to do?

Those are normal thoughts. Human thoughts. None would question a warrior for being at the very least surprised and being taken off-guard by such a thing.

However, unfortunately for her opponent, Yoshitsune was anything but normal, and just a bit inhuman.

Thus, three thoughts appeared in her head.

First. A spear appeared in the shinobi’s hands.

Second. She began the engagement with an ambush, and was struggling to even keep up in the exchange.

Third. The assassin never stopped smiling.

And so, she knew an attack was coming, and from where it was. Perhaps it was a disturbance of the air via sudden movements, perhaps it was something akin to a sixth sense, perhaps it was sheer martial skill and experience tipping her off. Or maybe, all three.

One should never let a spear user remain at range, as they merely can fend you off with the point. Thrusts were their forte, but spears like this with a long blade could be used for sweeps as well. Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune was rather versed in dodging and combating spearmen, and so, instead of leaping back--

She swayed, turned, and struck, dodging and countering the thrust in one smooth movement.

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Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune


In Combat With Assassin


Weak defense, running away, and smoke balls. Combined with the assassination attempt and the obvious familiarity with kenjutsu, there was logically only one type of opponent left.

Shinobi. Tch.

Sweeping her hand, a great wind billowed up, utterly rejecting the appearance of the undoubtedly poisoned smoke, and the chain-and-ball hurtled back to whence it came from.

But this course of action was inadequate, alone. If things remained as they were, the shinobi could easily keep on throwing its weapons while retreating.

Unacceptable.

Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune leapt after the woman who attacked her lord. She was swift, but not swift enough to evade the girl who jumped across eight ships and had only grown more skilled in her age.

Oh, she may have been able to parry and block her kenjutsu earlier. But what she had learned under Sojobo in those childhood days on Mount Kurama was more than that.

A dizzying array of blows of steel and wind rained down upon the cowardly wretch from every which angle, cutting and buffeting the shinobi.

The assassin would flee, or have her attention utterly occupied. Either served her purposes of keeping her master safe.

@1Charak2 @GreenGoat
Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune


En-Route to Eiffel Tower


“You got it, Master!” Yoshitsune responded.

Keeping her eyes open was no big trial, after all. Paris was a beautiful city, full of lights and charming old buildings. Even so, she remained focused on her master’s task, performing it long before her Master’s request. It wouldn’t do for… Agria to meet the same fate that she had. She was a stick in the mud, all things considered, but she was still oh-so-painfully human. And now, she was her lord, if only for the duration of this Holy Grail War.

…!

Something caught her eye. Her vision and thoughts sharpened and--

Ten figures, no doubt trapping and preparing the ground for combat operations. Which meant--!

As a figure jumping down at a speed too fast to see by most eyes, Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune stepped forward. Drawing her sword in a perfect iado opening, a silver crescent came in between this honorless cur’s blade and her master, directing it away.

“Prepare yourself, Master! Only an Assassin would attack this way!”

As she thought this, she unleashed a flurry of blows, each one aimed to annihilate her opponent.

@1Charak2 @GreenGoat


Hi, haven't been on here for awhile, huh.

I'm gonna fill in for a vacancy, I'll throw a sheet up in a few hours, hopefully!
I’ll put down some interest. Been taking a break from stuff, but this looks fun!
Trấn Hưng Đạo

Grand Prince of Hưng Đạo, Imperial Prince of Đại Việt, Hưng Đạo Đại Vương

VIETNAM, THE WORLD


“Defend.”

Defend, hm? That was what he did best, after all. That was all that he was good for. Defending his lord, oathsworn was he. Defending his family, with bonds of blood tying them together. Defending his beloved Vietnam, as would any man would when faced with the destruction of all he had ever loved and known.

Ah. It was just like olden times, wasn’t it. An enemy, swaggering into Vietnam, demanding allegiance, and tribute. Already, he felt the ties to the land he had put under protection with Đức Thánh Trần already fraying, in the name of their “liberation.” No matter. Vietnam had faced such things before. Foreigners had came to the Đại Việt, calling them barbarians, and that they ought to be more “civilized.” Pah! Their so-called civilization was a thin pretext to try to conquer Vietnam, and these… these creatures would do the same for “liberation.” This was no liberation that he could sense. Forcing the cutting of bonds, the severing of ties, the savaging of trust. There was no freedom for a man without friends or family!

He drew in a deep breath. If he could not defeat these beings here, he would be forced to Disengage. To retreat, once more, with his master and whatever they could take with them. It wouldn’t be so bad, to regroup with allies, and make a go of it together. But first…

He could feel it in his bones. This was a fight to save Vietnam. This was a fight to save the world.

He spoke to the makeshift army that his Master had supplied him, these “oni.” They looked like monsters, but they were his army, and no other’s.

“You are no men. You are monsters. And for that, I cannot ask you to be as the Four Immortals, strong and powerful as they were. I cannot ask you to be as cunning or wise as Lạc Long Quân, or Trạng Quỳnh. I cannot ask you to be as skilled in arms as Bang Mong and Hau Nghe, the famous archers of times long gone past.”

“But you are no ordinary monsters. No simple beasts. You are more than that. You are under my command, and I demand more than that from soldiers! If you cannot be a hero, be the greatest beasts of them all! The Long of the East, the Lân of the West, the Quy of the North, the Phụng of the South! Be powerful, be swift, be stalwart, and do it with honor and skill!”
And then he turned, to face the invaders.

“AND TO YOU, I HAVE NAUGHT MORE TO SAY, FOREIGNERS, INVADERS, OPPRESSORS! SPEAK NO MORE OF YOUR FALSE LIBERATION! I REJECT YOU! I REJECT YOU A THOUSAND TIMES OVER! GET OUT OF THIS SWAMP! GET OUT OF VIETNAM! GET OUT OF THIS WORLD, FOR YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! BEGONE!”

And as he said his final words, the defenses began to activate. No more pits, or stakes. No more simple traps, or restraints.

Boom.

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Christopher Ashbrand


Christopher had stayed mostly silent, for the most part. The host of the meeting had more than reasonable concerns and demands, and for that, he stayed quiet. He almost spoke up when the… doctor spoke, but the utterly delightful response of “Miss Carly-Beth” had more than taken care of his concerns for him. After that, he opened his mouth to speak of his own concerns, but then the Einashe had come in. It seemed that fate was working again-

[Something Utterly Wrong Had Just Occurred]


There was no warning. No explanation. Nothing could have ever prepared him for this. Nothing could have ever prepared him for this. Nothingcouldnothingcouldnothingcould-

Focus.

He quite nearly screamed down the mental connection with Elissa, and as he did that…

The Worker of Living Stone spoke.

"All of you felt that, yes? Damn the Association, damn those who have left, damn whatever concerns all of you may have brought forth before now. Something wrong has happened, and we need to defeat it, now."

"Before we all die, and nothing would be done anyways."

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