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Here's what I have for my novel thus far...
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Somewhere in feudal Japan, deep in the bamboo forest...

A light muscled man, clad in brown martial arts attire, swung his dual short swords, cutting down tree after tree. This man had short black hair and peculiar yellow eyes.

He lived in a small hut, far away from any village. He was once a ninja, though he had no choice but to hide as Lord Nobunaga had a warrant out for his kinds' execution. Unfortunately for him, the life of the ninja was the only style of life he could live. The Japanese of that time did not take a liking to foreigners. This orphaned assassin was the son of a French soldier and Chinese whore, and as the father had no intention of being a a parent, he really had no place in society, forced to work as a slave for the mafia. However, he had one day escape from their grasp, escaped to a temple in the mountains. The monks were more than happy to take him in, but these were no ordinary monks. They were warrior monks; monks trained in the art of Ninjutsu.

The ninja put his short swords, Wakizashis Taka and Hana, back in their steel sheaths. He placed his hand in his robe to pull out three pointy stars, his shuriken throwing knives. The trained assassin placed them carefually between his fingers and threw them towards a nearby tree, all three of them being embedded with deadly precision.

“Not bad,” said an unannounced voice, “Cadaveras, I could use someone like you on our side.”

The ninja abruptly turned on his heel to face this person. However, all he saw was someone dressed in Celtic European armor, and who ever was inside this armor was in the area of 7 feet tall or more. This armor was naturally black and had two large horns sticking out of the helmet.

“Who the hell are you?” Cadaveras inquired.

“I am the Christ of Darkness.” This time his voice was distorted and his eyes glowed an unholy crimson.

' What manner of demon is this? ' The ninja thought. Wasting little time, he unsheathed his wakizashis and dashed forward.

The man in the dark knight suit effortlessly evaded the strike. “What good is power if thee knows no self-control?”

' He mocks me, ' Cadaveras pondered, frustrated at his statement.

The so-called Christ of Darkness then unsheathed a gigantic great sword with a wavy blade. “Your blades, as finely crafted as they are, are no match for my Flamberg Bihander.” He prepared to strike.

The assassin noticed he positioned the large, unbalanced sword with only one hand. “Your overconfidence shall be your undoing.”

He dashed at the Dark Christ again, and his attack was avoided, this time by the dark knight blocking the attack with his sword... only using one arm.

The warrior of darkness, using his other arm, delivered a massive punch to the ninjas' face with his massive gauntlet.

Cadaveras reeled back several meters, crashing through several bamboo trees, landing on his backside, but he managed to get back up. However, his face was drenched in blood.

“Any mere mortal would have been killed by such a blow,” the Christ of Darkness stated matter of factly.

“What the **** are you telling me?” The assassin cradled his wound.

The dark knight let loose a demonic laugh, “I have a feeling we will meet again.”

“What?”

“My name is ToroMor, bringer of damnation. I will surely be seeing you... in Hell.”


He vanished in a puff of black smoke.

“Cadaveras, your time is up!”

The ninja turned on his heel once again to see a platoon Nobunaga's soldiers, dressed in the traditional samurai armor. A few of them did not carry katanas, rather projectile artillery.

The ninja looked down into one of the thin barrels of the muskets. ' Christ of Darkness, perhaps we shall meet again in Hell? '

Bang! His vision faded to blackness.

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Edit: Raine, um, nice character outfit? Heh heh heh...

And ToroMor, I guess my characters stamina should be 4 stars, and I see the height hasn't been changed from 6' 1" to 6'11" yet. Other than that, it looks friggin' awesome.
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