Dragomir Omake

[Asrana]

The man stood alone in a slight widening of the path, tall and proud in blood red armor, golden hair framing black eyes and an angular face. In one hand he held a long and thick blade, slightly curved.

"Would it matter is someone tries to judge me? The only ones that matter are those that can make their judgment stick. The rest...are simply fools for believing they could judge. I do not answer to the judgements of any besides those that can make me answer."

His chuckling was low and dark, "As usual...a poor martial artist not realizing there is so much more to be gained from a fight to the death."

He snickered, "Stronger...it would only weaken my advancement. My enemies knowing I would not kill them, they would not fight like they're cornered. I grow stronger by NOT following that idiocy." His body had begun to glow black, mixed with occassional flickers of dark red.

[Danax]

"Whatever man, its your loss to view the world so narrowly." Mike said, his eyes turning from a flat green to a brilliant emerald green as he fortified his body. "What exatly are you here for anyway? I assume its not to exchange recipies, or perhaps ask our opinion on your fashion sence."

Mike smiled, amused, as he looked at the armor the figure was wearing.  "And if we are weak why are you bothering to talk to us, oh great warrior?" Mike said the last bit with his voice dripping with sarcasm.

'Man I think Kei's wearing off on me.' Mike thought as he waited for the figures reply.

[Kwokinator]

Kei remained undaunted by the human firework.  

"You're the fool for believing in that," he said in a monotone voice. "Whatever you do, you WILL be judged.  And sooner or later, someone is going to come and collect.  You may think they can't, but they will."

"Fighting to the death only trains you in lethal techniques," he continued. "Anyone can maim and kill.  But martial artists approach it as an art form.  There's only so much that you who call yourselves "warriors" can achieve.  Approached as an art form, a martial artist's potential is limitless because art is only limited by the imagination.  "Warriors" are limited by their narrow ways."

[Asrana]

Asrana smiled and patted Wraith's forearm comfortingly, "After the wedding it'll go back to anonymity for the most part."

She sighed, smiling, "Noone thinks you're the princess without a large group of guards unless they already know you..."

[Asrana]

The unknown man grinned, "I never said NOONE could judge me..." And without warning he blurred, appearing behind Kei and sending him flying with a snap kick before ducking towards Mike, sword moving at insane speeds in a slash.

[Asrana]

Ariel grunted as the Cera's blade caught her in a slight slash across he ribs. She growled as she lashed out, barely managing to slash his arm.

It accomplished her goal though, staggering back into a defensive position, he gave Ariel the room to begin moving, putting some distance between them and movingf into the less damaged parts of Omake Forest.

"TSUKI KYU ARASHI!!" Ariel yelled the battle cry before releasing a storm of small silver chi blasts behind her. Making her opponent dodge and weave to avoid being hit.

He had finally had enough of this disgusting Jade Dragon! She would die! Flaring the black aura he had kept under control, he dived through the few chi blasts Ariel managed, his sword blurring towards her amongst the trees...

[Bean Bandit]

Wraith nodded. "I know...I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, either. It's just...it feels like I should be avoiding scrutiny. Like my life depends on it."

He put his hand on top of hers, and squeezed it slightly, saying nothing more.

[Asrana]

Ariel blurred with her own skill. Running from tree to tree in a reflexive evasion, her enemy following closely, blade flashing in bright arcs of death. A single mistake could mean death...

Both smirked as Ariel jumped straight for a huge trunk. She landed softly, her feet barely whispering on the bark as she turned, her tachi raising in defense as her wings folded into her back.

He smirked, the bitch was his! His slash was fast and powerful, an overhead blow that would crash through any defense.

Ariel smiled and kicked off the tree, diving under his legs and redirecting his blade with skill born of bloody experience against hundreds of opponents.

She spun behind his back, her sword blurring as it threw vacuum blades at near point blank.

He swore. That bitch! She would pay... He spun as she did, stopping just as her blade began blurring, the vacuum blades nearly upon him before he could see them...

[Asrana]

Asrana smiled, remaining silent as her father rose.

He coughed to gain everyone's attention before addressing the table, "The reason for this dinner was to celebrate the betrothal of my daughter, Crown Princess Asrana, to Lieutenant Wraith of the Jade Assassins' Guild." He held up his glass, "A toast! To the future of my daughter and her consort!"

An amused cheer went up from the rest of the table, glasses raised in honor of the couple.

Asrana simply smiled and blushed, bowing her head in thanks, but staying seated as it died down.

[Asrana]

"Bitch!" He blurred up, struggling to keep away from the deadly blades that shredded the tree beneath him.

Ariel's eyes almost glowed in anger and her sheer will to kill him. Only one would walk away from this. Jade Dragon and Cera did NOT let each other survive.

She snarled and continued the barrage, her heart, her mind, her body, her soul pouring into her attacks. A vicious angel of death as she continued her assault on the retreating Cera.

[Bean Bandit]

Wraith looked up curiously as the toast was made. He scanned the room, only to look at Folkan in surprise as his rank was mentioned.

"Man...I think they must enjoy my reactions when they startle me," Wraith muttered, once the shock wore off, and he had commenced blushing. He glanced over at Asrana and smiled slightly.

Publicity is a small price for what I've been given,
he thought, somewhat dazedly. I could have bad luck for the rest of my life, and I'd STILL consider myself the luckiest man alive...

[Asrana]

Asrana giggled, "That's my parents for you."


She blushed and waited for the servants to bring the meal in. "I hope you don't mind a lot of meat, dear."

[Bean Bandit]

Wraith laughed a little, and nodded. "Yep. I'm used to it...I only eat meat anyway...because I can't cook anything else..."

[Kwokinator]

Kei was sent flying away from the mysterious figure and Mike by the powerful snap kick.  Flipping backwards in the air, he managed land on his feet, knees bent deeply in a semi-crouch for balance, catching glimpses of Ariel's fight out of the corner of his eyes as he landed.

Ariel's fight seemed to be escalating into dangerous proportions, while Mike's is just starting.  But Ariel can handle herself better while Mike is weaker in power...

He stood there, motionless, as he was torn between going to help Ariel or Mike.

[Asrana]

Asrana smiled, "Good. We aren't carnivorous, but meat is very important for protein."

The servants placed several trays on the table, three or four trays of each dish placed so they were accessible by all at the long table.

The primary food seemed to be a pair of meat dishes. Both consisted of long strips of what looked like beef smothered in a sauce. One was covered in a white gravy that smelled slightly of mint, the other smothered in a brown sauce, a heavily spiced scent waffing off it.

Each one of the dishes was served with a large loaf of bread, amongst the rest of the dishes there were many other kinds of meat prepared almost any way imaginable, along with a wide variety of fruit.