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The Circle Ends & The Kings Of Hollowed Blood Raise Their Blades: Begin The Clash Against Wills; HAKAI VS ZIN BEGINS! [Adelaide] [Australia War Event]
Thu Oct 17, 2013 11:11 am
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Artist: Billy Talent - Song: Cure For The Enemy - Word Count: 1468
There was nothing but silence. As the world descended into chaos all around them, there was but one goal behind the eyes of the fiery Vizard King: victory. And not victory over this nation, nor this war; but rather against an individual. Scanning his feelings, sorting through his emotions and realizing his ambitions; he knew he came here not only to settle ties with the on-going conflict for Australia, but to take care of a personal matter that had been brewing like a nasty cancer cell for the past few hundred years. Instead of letting it grow to claim him, it was time to take the radiation straight to the source and weed it all with the utmost power a being can possibly summon. So in light of this, he motioned for most Vizard Corps members to stand down from this area....or rather...get as many people from both sides out of here as possibly. For with that warning, the air grew tense, the skies reddened and the aura of The Vizard King...after many years of being dormant.....had finally grown more furious in nature. Yet, it wasn't an upfront anger. No. It was something far more subtle, far more personal and goes deeper than just utter contempt. It's rage for having failed his student, it's agony for not being able to save the one pupil who had so much talent and for having as much to do with the way this world is as factions such as The Kokuryuteshi and Shadow Fall. It's at moments like this where he can understand quite well the anguish which his older brother had felt for the lost of KIn Iramasha when he failed him all those years ago and formulated the Kokuryuteshi to begin with. So as the skies darkened with primal fury, the storm generating inside of Zin's soul synchronized. It was going to be time, in this place, on this day to atone for the mistakes which have plagued this world like a disease. He was going to be the chemo, and he was going to eradicate this cancer no matter what the cost.
This sensation...it was utterly overwhelming. It was a feeling...of enmity, focus and determination to overcome like he had never felt in his lifetime. On this stage, he'd lay out everything on the table to have one last chance at saving his fellow student. If he failed here, if he stopped here and if he was killed here...than all the progress up until now will have been for nothing. While these thoughts surely rattled around his skull like the nagging illness of doubt usually does, the willpower to destroy these obstacles which stood in his way of his goal, in the way of his dream and in the way of what he desired...was stronger. It's why the male was filled so much contempt. If he couldn't come to a satisfying conclusion at the end drawing of this fight, perhaps his will wasn't as strong as he'd like to believe.
So as he took a stroll down an isolated dirt road within the depths of a well known recreation park that went by the likes of Para Wirra, it was quite odd. Instead of fire, flames and all that was the heat of the Vizard King...the area was cold. All around them....hostility, flare and the primordial battle for life and death took place. Yet here....in this area...it was cold. So...very cold. It's not an aura one would expect to be radiating from the intensity of a man such as Zin Yuudeshi, but it was what laid at the abyss of his soul for so many years when his will thought about the burden which laid on his chest. Slowly taking each step, he solemnly thought about how each movement he made on this darkened road took him closer and closer to the final objective he and Hakai had worked so hard towards all of these years.
All of the time spent training, all of the resources required, the organizations amassed and the emotional depth which went into this...it was a level that most couldn't even perceive with all that was occurring in this war. Yet, if one were to pay attention to what each regale Vizard was doing, separating themselves from the empires they had worked so tirelessly to build; it would be clear as day what their intentions and objectives were. It was why the two of them, despite everything has taken place on Earth within the past decade, had decided to settle things on this island of all places, and why the Monsuta had taken over this continent to begin with; compiling on to the reason that Zin himself wasn't on the front lines commanding his men anymore, leaving that to the likes of Colin Washi to deal with; the new leader of the Corps. These build-ups, these actions and the application that has gone into them were even the reason that these two were trying to settle this centuries long fight without the involvement of others.
Even though the war were just beginning, for the likes of Zin Yuudeshi and Hakai, the situation was changing before their very eyes and the utmost fervor of their spirits were about to be unleashed for the world to see as the two colossal titans of Vizardhood were finally going to clash head-to-head in one battle to settle the score once and for all. There would be no distractions, there would be no innocent bystanders and no one to disturb them from this long-planned fight against one another. It was going to be a battle of wills, it was going to be a war of strength and the outcome would determine where the winner and lose would move on from this point onward.
So as a strong gust of wind blew throughout the winds of this desolated path, the roads into Zin's heart opened up the animosity he had been holding back for so long had effected the world; transforming the area into a barren winter-land of sorts as snow could even be seen falling. As the skies darkened further, a soft mist irradiated in the area while a silhouette figure slowly came out of the clouds themselves; red electricity sparking throughout his body as a release of his latent energy preparing itself for combat. When this faded out, the male seemed to be wearing a charcoal hued jacket with what seemed to be a fur hood on the edges of it. Wearing nothing else but a white shirt which had a strange pendant attached it, a pair of dark shaded denim jeans and black boots; it seemed that the fiery-haired vizard was more than casual for this, but it felt utterly right at the same time.
Thus as he took one finally inhale from his cigarette, he knew that when he would drew this last breath from it that the fight for his life and the war to Hakai's heart would begin. There was nothing anyone from either sides could to prevent such an occurrence from taking place today. And oddly enough...that sat right with him in a way. For when he took that last exhale from his smoke, the air grew even more frigid in nature as a disheartened smile crept up around the lips of The Vizard King. All of these emotions ranging from regret, to contempt, to anger, to disappoint, to loathing and everything else in between were brewing within him...yet...he couldn't help but smile through it all.
Perhaps it was because he felt this was a battle worth dying for and his heart was coming to terms with it, maybe it was because he was nothing more than a brute who loved the thrill of the battle or perhaps he was one contorted masochist; but there was something inside f him, that despite all the pain, was happy to at least see how far his student had come. He wanted to see all his moves, he wanted to see how far he progressed and if the convictions he stood by were at last strong enough to at least stand upon the footsteps of which Zin's will and determination stood upon.
More than anything else, he was at long last ready to see his once cherished student stand with him at this throne and proclaim his right to kingliness. And maybe, once he sees this light...if there is a slim chance in a miracle, he'd beat the misguided wrath of The Steel Vizard, and if takes him dying, he'd die a happy man to see his path change and these wrongs atoned for in this world. So with nothing else to do, say or think, he'd simply await the moment in which their paths would encounter and alter.