Tsunami

((killer intro...))

"And you I presume, must be Nanjing Rou!" Tsunami replied to his foe's shoutings. "Well, shall we get on with it?" He added the moment Nanjing's hand burned with a mysterious blue aura, only to expand with a quick snap off to one side. "T-this must be Plane shifing! He's calling upon powers from another dimension! An entirely diffrent and more destructively powerful universe!" His thoughts drowned out the originally planned outcome of battle. "This is insane! Utter madness! Even the most studious of scholars haven't begun to examine the theorem of this phenomena..." More sorrow filled ideas drifted past his clouded mind, darkening between every passing second.

The colors blended together with magnificent grace unlike anything the mech pilot had ever witnessed. Nebula's could not hold so many shades of luminescent colors in an entire galaxy than in Nanjing's small planar cluster beaming from his outstretched palm. "Something so powerful... it must have a downside!" The darkness lifted as if the sun of new shining hope shown through dismal gray storm clouds of a pressing flood. Of his dreary imagination came a probable theory. "Say Nan?" Tsunami's voice hinting on the very edge of taunt. "With so much great... magnificent... wonderous power, wouldn't one think it to be... oh I don't know, a tad unstable!?" His voice rose to a high octave ending sharply in maniacle laughter.

"This is it, go time, never tested this baby out and not like I ever wanted to." With fearless determination he shook away the doubts, entrusting his life upon a creation of war. Somehow the suit emoted his every action, but enhancing it to far greater speeds. The quick and nimble hands caught a retracted shuriken looking object that launched from within his cybernetic gauntlet. The assassins blade known as an Adder-Stinger was now in his leather clad palm. Adder Stingers were weilded by the highly trained order of ancient assassins reveared as the Dagashi. Adder Stingers, deadliest of the killers aresenal, triangular shaped blades tipped with sufferable neuro toxins. The physics of such a fine tool worked similar to a drill, the triangle would spin, creating an affect of sawing into even the hardest armor. When practiced with correctly, the most skillful of Dagashi could spin the Adder Stinger around corners to track elusive targets.

The interplanetary warrior had a flashback after seeing the three sided death, rememberences of his past and most reclusive feelings. On their distant remote planet, Tsunami had trained with the Dagashi for a brief period of time honing his deadly skills to perfection. Unfortuneately, after having a heated debate over religious issues with the guild leader, he became an ex-assassin as well as an ex-bartender. "Sad memories..." His mind wandered once again while the blade flew true towards it's target having released from swiftly moving fingers. The Adder Stinger picked up a substantial amount of distance in a remarkable amount of time lesser than a brief second. "Memories... best left alone." Sorrow breached his conscious once more as his body strayed by itself running on pure instinct alone, strafing to the nearby dark cluster of forest. Black boots lightless, his body the weight of a feather against a powerful gust of wind. In mere instants the velocity reached must have nearly knocked him senseless. Slowing down he searched for shelter in the darkest shade of trees, his suit melded against the shadow, becoming a merciless mirage among haunted surroundings.