I Have Created Over a Thousand Blades

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Momo shivered lightly, looking at the empty town of Nibelheim. "Geez... Always feels like a ghost town when I go through here..." she muttered to herself. She kept a hold of the strap of her weapons bag with both hands, keeping her arms close to her body. She walked slowly through the town, heading towards the mountain path and, inevitably, the mansion.

[Darkmage4]

Sephiroth was not dead, He hid for awhile, until it was time to come back out and reign Havoc again. It was time, He came out of the old Mako Reactor, Walked towards the bridge and suddenly a monster came out. He took out his Sword, and Stabbed it a few times, He then Cut off its head, even though the head was cut off, the monster was still alive. Sephiroth saw a Roman Numeral on its right arm it said VII "Is this a Monster that was waiting for me??" He thought to him self. He then jumped up onto it cut off its 2 arms and legs, and then stabbed it right through the heart. "Heh, not much of a problem." He jumped off the monster, and walked towards the bridge again. There was a second monster at the end of the Bridge.

Sephiroth then walked towards the end of the bridge were the monster was waiting for him. This time the Monster had hit him first. Sephiroth then noticed more Roman Numerals, it said VIII. He fell down, dropped his Sword down the Mountain, and he used Firaga, the monster absorbed the fire. The monster then used fire back at him, He then quickly dodged the bolt of fire. He then used Ultima, that did some what of a damage to the monster. He had to figure out a way to get his sword. "d**n this monster is strong, it seems Shin-Ra Had made these while I was Sleeping!!" He then ran down the mountain, and grabbed his sword, it was jabbed into the side of the mountain. Sephiroth then ran up the mountain, jumped high in the air, and Stabbed the monster as how he did to Aeris, a few years back.

The monster then fell down to the ground, it was still struggling. He then Stabbed it again, this time is had died. He got up covered in blood, walked towards the entrance of Nibleheim, he then saw 2 people. "......" the people had looked at Sephiroth with fear, he then killed both of them, and walked past the Mansion. He had remembered it. He then started to feel weird but he ignored it, He then saw several more people this time trembling with fear they ran into the houses. He then walked further towards the town. He started to remember the events that had happened many years ago, burning down the town, and killing people. But that didn't matter....

(Just copied from an old post on my forum that I made, that was in Nibelheim)

[asch]

Cries of dead wolves resound across the mountain's dirt path. Dead or dying anyway. Deep into the mountain trail leading to the abandoned mansion, Asch slashed his way into a group of dire hungry wolves. They were merely just that...wolves. Nothing more, and nothing less. But to Asch, they were obstacles in his way. Besides, they provoked him into drawing his sword. If they hadn't, Asch would've left them alone.

His sword cut through skin and flesh, spilling pitiful blood on the dirt path, painting it a dark crimson. That was his fourth kill within the pack. Five more circled around his form, and Asch stared them down with his mako-filled emerald eyes. Unrelenting, and Asch would stare down Death itself if he had to. The wolves finally get his message. They slowly backed away from him, knowing that anymore attempts to attack would only result in more deaths of their own. Finally, they left Asch alone with the corpses of their own. Sensing that the danger has passed, Asch withdrew his sword back into its home.

Leaving the dead corpses of wolves to rot, Asch continued on to Nibelheim's mansion, his job on his mind. Asch was asked to do a job, and knowing that Nibelheim was a dangerous place, Asch agreed. He was asked to retrieve something within the mansion, and that's where he was going now, leaving a trail of his destruction behind.

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Momo's body froze. It wasn't from fear: the sword. She heard a faint humming, unheard by anyone else, coming from her Monohoshizao. Her eyes were fixed on the long blade that was almost as long the sword on her hip. Her expression was of shock, but it wasn't fear. Something was swimming up to her conscious mind. A name... The sword... The sword's name...

Masamune
"Masamune..."

She watched the figure walk through the town, people running from it. Two had already been slain by it needlessly. This awoke something else inside Momo: a burning rage. That sword was meant to protect the innocent... Not kill them! Her hands balled into fists. That sword doesn't belong to him. I didn't make it for a cold-blooded killer.

Then, Momo finally realized what happened. Seeing the sword brought back a memory: the sword, the 'little brother' of Monohoshizao. Monohoshizao was the first sword she ever made. Its companion was the second sword she ever made, Masamune. Momo's left hand lowered to Monohoshizao's hilt, her thumb resting right where the hilt and the top of the scabbard met. White hair... Black clothes... Fire flashed in her eyes, the clashing of blades sounded in her ears. Then she saw a grim face, glaring down on her. Sephiroth!

The random memories swarming in her head were keeping her from moving her feet or making any other motion. She stared in his direction, her mind still going through the memories of what exactly happened. Her hand remained tight around Monohoshizao's hilt, the blade humming to her as if in agony.

[Darkmage4]

Sephiroth walked up to the little girl. "Look out little girl! Or you will be like the rest that stood in my way!" Sephiroth had his sword in battle position. He did not trust her. She had her hand next to her sword. "Little girls should not be playing with a sword. Give me the sword, and you will not get hurt!"

He stood their waiting for her to respond. No emotions were expressed. His face was even straight. No smile, no frown. Nothing. He noticed something in her eyes. Her eyes showed of hate.

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Momo's eye twitched. "Little girl...?" She glared fiercely. "Little girl... You just had to say it, didn't you?!" She tugged at her bag strap and kicked the back of it. Suddenly, a sound like a spring being released sounded a second before the zanbato Einlanzer shot out of the bag, aimed right for Sephiroth's sword. Momo jumped back and away, still holding the scabbard of the Monohoshizao tightly. "I'm older than you, you know!" she shouted, the humming of the sword getting louder in Momo's ears.

[Darkmage4]

Sephiroth's sword was hit by the shot. Sephiroth's Grip on it was strong so it did not knock it out of his hand. "If its your wish to die! Then so be it!" Sephiroth ran at Momo. His sword was straight up in the air. He took a swipe at Momo fast and hard.

[asch]

Asch had finally reached the mansion, and he expected it more or less the way it was. Broken down, abandoned and...old. It was probably a cesspool of dark memories for the people of Nibelheim...who, at this moment, weren't alive anymore. Emerald eyes peered straight into the building, and Asch knew that it was probably inhabited by monsters or sheltering bandits. Other than that, Shin-Ra's forgotten experiments could still roam free within the mansion's confines. It was a dangerous place indeed, and Asch could just feel the malicious aura the mansion expelled.

Afterall, this is where he came from. The devil known as Sephiroth. According to confidential reports, this is where his fall to insanity took place, and primary witnesses were either dead or in hiding. Shin-Ra just worked that way, and Asch started his disgust for the company, until the supposed death of Zack Fair, Asch completely fell out of SOLDIER, to follow his own path for him.

He took a step forward, and heard cries from the village down below. Monsters? No...something else. And Asch had this wierd pang in his heart that something more monsterous was down there. He knew he had to help the townsfolk. Another Nibelheim incident would not be tolerated. Asch worked his way down, taking a shortcut through the mountains, using his mako-enhanced body to speed through the mountain faster than a normal being. Once in the village, Asch saw something...or rather, someone that made his blood boil.

"Sephi...roth...!!"

His voice shook, but not with fear. He has none of that. His voice shook because of his excitement. His job could wait later. For now, the town's protection and the people who lived here was at hand. He dashed through both fighters, blocking Sephiroth's infamous Masamune with his own Sandalphon from hitting the girl behind him. The blades clashed in a fierce impact, sending off shockwaves around the surrounding area. Mako-filled eyes seemed to glow, as Asch stared down the demon that had intended to destroy the Planet.

"So...you were alive afterall!"

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Momo was thrown from her killing rage by the man who just blocked the strike meant for her. She watched the man a moment and looked to where her sword had landed. "Thank you. You won't fight alone!" She rushed over to where Einlanzer was, rooted in the ground, and slipped it back into the giant bag. She unsheathed Monohoshizao, placing the bag down, and gripped it with both hands. She ran at Sephiroth's back, swinging the long sword upwards.

[Darkmage4]

Sparks flew. His sword met with someone else's. Not the little girls, but someone more older. "So you wanna die to?" Sephiroth jumped back. He kicked the red haired man. Making him jump farther back. He looked at the two of them. "This will get interesting fast!"

He noticed the little girl running up behind him. He quickly drew his sword. Both swords were now clinging to each other. "Not fast enough little girl!" His eyes filled strong with Mako. He pushed forward to push her back.

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Momo's feet remained rooted, her anger rising. "Stop calling me... Little girl! I am twenty-eight years old!!" Monohoshizao and Masamune were shrieking as they remained connected. "You're the reason I'm stuck like this!!" She saw flashes of a fight with Sephiroth, but only of how it started and the aftermath, not who was the victor. As her mind reeled in the memories and her heart brimmed with rage, her body was waiting for Sephiroth to put more force into his sword to try and push her back again.

[asch]

Asch blocked Sephiroth's rather predictable little kick merely by raising a forearm. However, as expected from the abomination, Sephiroth's kick sent Asch skidding through the ground, yet he still stood. He was afterall, a former SOLDIER. He was capable of inhuman things, and such things were like this, fighting Sephiroth was suicide for most. Asch was determined to bring this man down for his sins.

Asch watched as the smaller girl charged up to Sephiroth with her own weapons. Asch had to admit, the girl showed no fear and clearly hatred burned in her eyes. He was impressed. He smirked, and figured he wouldn't let his emotions be overshadowed by a mere girl. He watched them lock swords, neither yielding to the other. Asch saw his chance, and dashed his way to Sephiroth's side, swinging his blade where Sephiroth's own couldn't reach. Afterall, Sephiroth was in a blade lock, and if he were to release that lock and block Asch's attack, he'd risk getting diced alive by the girl's own weapons.

[Darkmage4]

Sephiroth put more strength into his body using the planets energy. He pushed harder. "Come on you can do better then this! I KNOW you can! i can feel it!" He laughed to himself. He took his right hand and put it on his blade to get more strength. He pushed even harder.

He noticed from the side of his eye, that Asch was running from behind. He did not hesitate at all. He still focused on Momo. "Seems we got more company!" Sephiroth laugh maniacally. "but this one is not against me!" He laughed even more.

[darkmage2]

Darkmage was standing by, wating for the right moment. He saw the red haired guy run at Sephiroth from behind. Not even Sephiroth can stop an attack like that, while he is attacking someone else. He thought to him self. Darkmage disappeared. Then reappeared where the red haired guy was about to attack. He quickly took his sword from his sheath. Both swords then locked. "I wouldn't do that if I were you! I'm gonna have to kill you now!" Darkmage then chanted a spell. His Mako filled eyes turned devil red. His hair turned dark. His white mage robe turned to Black.

"Now lets play!" He said with a much deaper voice than before. The two swords still locked togethor he quickly chanted another spell. Darkmage's sword turned brighter. Electricity started to show from his sword. Darkmage then pushed his sword into his much harder sending the electricity into Asch's sword. "Can you handle the electricity?"

(I hadn't had to use this account much, but now I am hoping to

[asch]

Asch did not withhold even after being startled a bit from another stranger's interferance. Without hesitation he still swung the blade meant for Sephiroth, the sound of steel hitting steel ringing through the whole area as Asch's blade met with the blade of the newcomer. Asch stared into the man's eyes, recognizing Mako within them. A SOLDIER? No...probably just someone with history on being another one of Shin-Ra's renegade human experiments. A very good example would be the silver-haired abomination just behind the man in mage's clothing. Asch could something from the man, something unnatural. Then again, to start with, the mere fact that all four were fighting individual enemies with inhuman strength, made them unnatural.

He ignored the man's words. He paid no heed to anything other than the opponent and the opponent's blade. His words were mere babbles and grunts to Asch's calculative mind. He can tell the man was bloodthirsty, and was itching for a fight. Well, if it was a fight he wanted, Asch would give him hell in return. He'd never back down, even if it was a girl or a child. There is only the battle and its outcome. Nothing more, nothing less. It's either kill, or be killed. And Asch respected this principle to the core. It's what kept him alive after all these years, afterall.

He pressed his own blade harder into the man's own, and did not fail to notice his sudden transformation and chanting of unknown words. Asch took notice of this and prepared himself. As soon as the he saw the sparks and cracks of electricity after the second chanting, Asch jumped away, slightly feeling the effects of the attack. His hand sparked with leftover electricity, and quickly dismissed it. His suit was made to withstand such elemental attacks, and can survive a full Thundaga blast. He studied his opponent. So he can use magic?

Big deal.

Asch slowly went into battle position and raised his sword, the tip of the blade pointed at the opponent, his eyes devoid of any fear, yet burning with a raw desire to win. There was no time to play around, and if his enemy wasn't going to be serious, then Asch might have just won already. Besides, he wasn't the only one with chanting. Asch has his own, which plainly, is just for kicks.

"O darkened storm cloud loose thy blade and run my enemies through..." he began, and electricity flowed through his whole sword. Handle, blade and all were engulfed in a powerful volts of electricity, sparks flew in all directions, scorching the ground beneath him. However, he remained rooted to his form, unmoving and eyes deadlocked into the enemy's own. This was his technique afterall. He isn't affected by the electricity one bit. "Heed my calling and become power incarnate...Lightning Thrust." he chanted, before the blade intensified in bluish sparks of light, a nearly blinding display of power. And Asch waited...waited for the right time to deliver a swift finishing blow to the enemy, to come to him and to slip up. It's all Asch needs.