Peace Keepers, One Again, To The Rescue

 

            Back at Soul Warriors cabin, Sparow and Dark Ninja were watching the new TV Sparow just bought. There was nothing good on so they were channel surfing when Soul Warrior walked into the cabin.

            “What is that?” Soul Warrior asked, pointing at the TV.

            “It’s called a television, perhaps if you got one earlier this place wouldn’t be so boring,” Sparow said, looking over his shoulder at Soul Warrior.

            “Hey look Sparow, it’s your favorite person,” Dark Ninja said, pointing at the TV.

            On the TV was Silver Samurai; he appeared to be giving a very lousy interview.

            “Change the channel,” Sparow said with a pinch of anger in his voice.

            “No wait, this might be interesting,” Soul Warrior said as he sat down to watch.

            “I thought you didn’t like modern day convinces,” Sparow said turning away from the TV.

            “This is different. Not every day you see one of us on TV,” Soul Warrior said, as he started to relax.

            “One of us!” Sparow yelled as he stood to his feet. “Since when did ‘one of us’ get TV time for wielding a dangerous weapon in front of the president? Since when did ‘one of us’ get applauded by the public for creating fires? Everyone looks up to this guy, just because he wears white? In my opinion Silver Samurai is no less evil than that other Samurai he chased off. You would think people would get a clue, the enemy and the hero share the same name. The only thing ‘one of us’ has in common with Silver Samurai, we both parade around pretending to help citizens.”

            “You tell him, Sparow!” Dark Ninja yelled in agreement.

            “If you are done with your little speech, we are needed at the television studio,” Soul Warrior said pointing to the TV, where Avatar held a sword to a bystanders neck.

            “That’s Avatar, I love to get my hands on him, always showing off at FWL. I show him now who really is the best swordsman alive,” Dark Ninja said, standing up to join Soul Warrior at the door.

            “You coming Sparow?” Soul Warrior asked.

            “Yeah, I can expose Silver Samurai for the fraud he is on national television.,” Sparow said.

           

            A short time later the three Peace Keepers stood on top on a hillside, overlooking the television studio. Down below guarding the entrance of the television studio, was the brother and sister team from the Underworld, Jewels and Blue Knight. Sparow didn’t know much on the history of the two, nor did he care.

            “I wonder what they are doing here?” Soul Warrior asked, motioning down towards Jewels and Blue Knight.

            “Maybe they are here to kill Silver Samurai,” Sparow said with a slight smile on his face.

            “It looks like Dark Ninja and I have to distract them while you sneak inside,” Soul Warrior said to Sparow.

            “Why me?”

            “Because you are a ninja, you should be used to sneaking into places.”

            “Hey I’m a ninja too!” Dark Ninja yelled in protest.

            “And he’s a much better one,” Soul warrior said bluntly.

            “Why I ought to…” Dark ninja raised his fist at Soul Warrior.

            “Relax dark Ninja, you can do the sneaking next time,” Sparow said “But don’t blame me if I accidentally strike down Silver Samurai while trying to hit Avatar.”

            “I have faith in you,” Soul Warrior said as he rushed down the hill.

            “Hey Sparow, just remember to give Silver Samurai a few good licking for my sack,” Dark Ninja said as he rushed after Soul Warrior.

            Sparow smiled to himself.

 

            It didn’t take Sparow long to sneak into the studio, and find the room they were taping in. But instead of finding Silver Samurai and Avatar, he found Reaper standing in the empty room. Reaper was the former lord of the Underworld, and Sparow guess was he was here for the same reason he was, to kill Silver Samurai.

            “You aren’t Silver Samurai,” Sparow said as he entered the room.

            “And you aren’t New Samurai,” Reaper said.

            “You’re right, I much more handsome than he is,” Sparow said giving a small smile.

            “Very funny boy, I supposed that’s why you hide your face behind that mask?” Reaper asked, pointing to Sparow mask with his Scythe.

            “I have good reasons for wearing this mask,” Sparow said as he touched the mask he wore since childhood. In reality Sparow had been wearing the mask every since he was a kid, it was order of his mom that he never take off the mask or else. Since then the mask only left his face once when he was young, and boy was his butt sore after that. Ever since then Sparow kept the mask on as a habit, he didn’t even know what he looked like.

            “Well boy, I suggest you get out of here. I was only planning on taking one head today, New Samurai, not two,” reaper said as he ran hi finger along the blade of his scythe.

            “I have no intention of leaving,” Sparow said, standing his ground.

            “Be that way, I will take your head first,” Reaper raised his scythe, “Feel the power of the Underworld!” Reaper slashed his scythe horizontally causing a dark wave on energy to charge towards Sparow, ripping up the floor tiles as it went along.

            Sparow rolled out of the way, “My turn, Ice-Fire!” Sparow yelled directing his Ice-fire towards Reaper.

            Reaper gracefully sidestepped the attack, “Is that the best you got, boy?” Reaper said arrogantly.

            “Fine, we do things the old fashion way,” Sparow said as he took out his sword.

            “Don’t make me laugh, boy,” Reaper said, as he Sparow charged him.

            Sparow tried everything in his power, but could not manage to touch Reaper. Every slice of the sword, Reaper blocked easily with his scythe, laughing as he did it. Sparow hated to admit but all of his years of training were useless against the much older and wiser Reaper.

            “Now boy, I show you how it’s done,” Reaper said as he started to go on the offensive.

            Sparow was surprised at how quick and powerful Reaper was. Sparow tried his best to block Reapers scythe but a horizontal blow glazed Sparow’s midsection, leaving a tearing in his outfit and a not so nice looking scar. Sparow doubled over in pain and clutched his midsection.

            “I like to say it was nice knowing you, but frankly it wasn’t,” Reaper brunt his scythe down hard towards Sparow’s head.

 

To be continued…