New Enemies

 

            “Crimson, why don’t you go down and introduce yourself?”

            “Will do, I will make that punk regret the day he was born.”

 

            “You really shouldn’t keep secrets from me,” Ruby said with a bright smile. “I am your wife after all.”

            “You can come out now,” Sparow ignored Ruby and addressed the tree branches high above.

            “I’m impressed.” A rather large figure dropped from the tree branches landing in front of Sparow and Ruby. “But those keen instincts of yours wont save your hide.”

            The mysterious man was truly a monster of a man; he towered over Sparow and was bulging with muscle. He wore crimson red armor that looked like it was more meant for showing off his muscles than actual protection.

            I do make it a practice to know the name of every man I kill.” Sparow drew his sword. “And after I’m done with you, I take care of your friend hiding up there.”

            “I wouldn’t worry about Raven if I was you.” The large man cracked his knuckles. “My name is Crimson, and I will be the last thing you see in this world, runt.”

            “Let me take care of him,” Ruby said, stepping between the two men.

            “Are you saying I can’t handle him,” Sparow questioned.

            “No, it’s just that I haven’t gotten a work out in a while.” Ruby flashed a smile over her shoulder. “Besides you always get all the fun.”

            “Fine but I get the next one.” Sparow slumped against the tree trunk to watch the fight.

            “This should be fun.” Ruby uncoiled her whip that was attached at her waist. “Now let’s see what you got.”

            Ruby’s whip started to crackle and glow with fire. Sparow knew with the combination of Ruby’s strength and the red-hot whip that the whip could cut through the toughest of metals. Crimson would have to be awfully nimble to survive Ruby’s attack, and he didn’t look like the nimble type.

            Ruby’s whip attacked with blinding speed, but surprisingly Crimson didn’t even flitch a muscle, instead Crimson caught the whip in his bare hand.

            “Impossible,” Ruby yelled in disbelief.

            “Now it’s my turn.” Crimson’s hand started to started to glow with fire.

            It was obvious Ruby underestimated Crimson and now she was paying the price/ Incredibly Crimson was pulling Ruby closer, using her own whip against her. Soon she was in striking distance and one hit was all that Crimson needed. With one punch Ruby was sent flying straight through a tree, landing approximately one hundred feet away. Sparow knew Ruby be ok, it take more than that to finish her, but she wouldn’t be getting up any time soon.

            “Impressive.” Sparow got up from his resting position and faced Crimson. “Lets see you try that on me.”

            “Gladly.” Crimson fist was engulfed in flames as he charged Sparow.

            “Some people make it too easy.” Sparow watched with a smile on his face as Crimson charged him. “Ice-Fire!”

            It was Sparow’s own unique magic, a powerful ice that could not only freeze fire, but spread like wildfire if it came in contact with fire. The ice first hit Crimson’s fist, freezing it instantly. Quickly the ice spread leaving Crimson nothing more than an ice statue, inches from Sparow’s face.

            “Fool, he should have known better.” A second figure dropped from the tree branches.

            Sparow stepped around the Crimson ice statue with caution, to get a closer look at his new attacker, what he saw shocked him. The man, if you could call him that looked ordinary enough, spiky black hair, simple black outfit, about Sparow’s height, but the large black wings protruding from his back was the first thing Sparow noticed. The oddities did not stop there; the attacker also sported razor sharp claws in place of hands. Lastly there was the odd choice of weapon the attacker wielded, a large sword that was at least the size of the attacker was strapped to his back. There was no way such a small man could wield such a big sword, heck Sparow was surprised the attacker could even keep his balance with that sword strapped to his back.

            “You must be Raven.” Sparow paused, than motioned over his shoulder to the frozen Crimson. “Your friend there should thaw out eventually. I suggest you take him with you and leave, before I end both of your miserable lives.”

            “I’m sorry I can’t do that brother.” Raven advanced towards Sparow. “I have a job to do.”

            “Brother?” Sparow questioned in disbelief. “I think I would remember being related to a freak like you.

            “I don’t have time to explain things to you.” Raven didn’t seem to care one bit about being called a freak. “Like I said I have a job to do.”

            “Job, eh? I suppose you are here to kill me too.” Sparow drew his sword. “I warn you, I’m not going down without a fight.”

            “Fight?” Raven laughed. “Who said anything about fighting? I have no need to fight you when I know your worst nightmares.”

            “What do you mean?” Sparow questioned, puzzled why Raven seemed unwilling to fight.

            “Just watch.” Raven smiled.

            Sparow didn’t have to wait long, Soon the vibrant colors of the forest faded away to blackness. Two images than came into view, its was him, as a little kid, and his mother. Images of his mother’s harsh treatment towards him flashed in front of Sparow. No! The pain was too much for Sparow. He had to fight back, but he couldn’t, he was just a little kid, but he must, he…

            And that was the last thing Sparow remembered.

 

            “Well that was easy enough,” raven said to himself. “I wonder why father couldn’t handle this himself? Oh well, with Sparow out of the way, that just leaves Silver Samurai’s youngest, Silver to take care of.”

 

            What has happened to Sparow? How exactly is Raven related to Sparow? I just hope Silver can fare better than Sparow did against these new enemies.

 

                                                                                                                                                To be continued…