06/04/2014, 06:08 AM #3666 Myouren Temple - Gensokyo
"Hijiri!" Murasa gasped. She flung her anchor: the little tiny girl like Murasa was able to throw a 1200 lb anchor like a frisbee up in the air. The anchor however, could not reach Byakuren and the cloaked assailant: the cloaked figure's speed was too fast.
"Dammit." Ichirin pulled out her copper rings she use for Nyuudo. Unzan came to her assistance, and the two flew into the night sky, chasing after the unknown enemy.
"What are you-" Byakuren struggled to breathe as the assailant was crushing her throat. "Let me go!"
The sheer speed of the cloaked figure shredded through Byakuren's clothes fabric and even damaged her skin, leaving tiny scars that trickled blood to the ground. Byakuren could heal these later, but the problem was now: trying to escape.
She tried peeling away the hand, but the assaulter's grip was too strong. Byakuen may have the strength from training for a nigh 5000 years, but most of her supernatural power came from her Sutra Scroll. If she could only have access to it... "S... Sutra!"
From the ceiling, a closed scroll of navy blue flew, reaching at even higher speed and landing in Byakuren's hands. She began chanting inside her hand... and soon, she will have enough strength to not only escape this opponent, but fight it in combat as well.
Bank of America - Times Square - Manhattan
What I witnessed was an explosion.
In our world, Explosion was a risky move. By detonating itself, the user guaranteed that the enemy goes down with the user, or at least become crippled in that fight. But none of those Explosions were of impact this big...
This was a bomb.
"Walk." The man whispered, the gunpoint poking at my back. I had to walk, or I will die... and if I die, there will be no guardian to protect the world. So I walked, slowly but steadily.
The man took me to outside, where a loud human flying machine awaited. The man called to the passengers with unknown language, and two men with brown skins and beard pointed their nasty-looking assault rifle at me. The man, the only Caucasian in amongst, apprehended me into the machine. After storing some briefcases in as well, the Caucasian man and the bearded men boarded the machine. The machine took off: the ground becoming smaller and smaller.
I was kidnapped.Last edited by WriggleRid3r; 06/04/2014, 06:14 AM.