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War Of The Ultimates - 12The red morning sky covered the city, Tora, Daikon and Viktor were filling a carrage up with there belongings, Engel and Bekka walked upto the carrage to say there goodbyes, Tora noticed Engel's green and white assassin robes, "what's with the robes Engel?"
"Change of clothing..." Engel said.
Tora turned back to lifting crates, "Well i hope to be seeing you again soon"
"What you tryin' to do there anyway Tora?" Asked Bekka.
Tora turned and said softly "Training for war, building an army, the recykons are getting better and Rakki's back"
Bekka was shocked, "Must you make an army?" asked Bekka
"Its Rakki, you never know what she's doing" said Tora.
The rat assassin Engel worked with, stood at the edge of a bulding, watching over Tora and the others. Tora climbed into the carage with Daikon and Viktor, Tora waved to Bekka and Engel as the Rams pulled the carrage away from the city. As Engel turned to walk away with Bekka, the assassin vanished.
Engel was walking by the grand hall when he
War Of The Ultimates - 11Engel was lead to a door on top of a building, then one by one, the assassins vanished into the building and so did Engel.
Later that day, Tora came to the Martial Ape training ground. walking upto the main hut, Tora noticed the symbols on the edges of the bamboo door. He knocked. A muffled voice from the other side of the door "Enter" Tora made his way in, there was Kuro, meditating.
"You be sent by Speck" Kuro said.
"Yes" Tora replied.
"Come Tora" Kuro stood and waddled over to a table with a bowl on it, around it was small jars with herbs and other ingredients inside.
Tora stood one side and Kuro stood the other, Kuro poured some water into the bowl and began dropping ingredients into it, "Speck asked me to give you reading of your fate" mixing the contens of the bowl, Kuro then ignited a flame in the palm of his hand and trew it into the mixture. Making circular mothing with his hand, Kuro mixed the substance in the bowl untill it turned a glowing cyan colour, then the mixing stopp
War Of The Ultimates - 10Bekka continued admiring the rifle, crowds began making there way to a certain spot by the wall. Wondering what was going on, Engel, Bekka and Viktor followed.
In the Grand hall Tora was explaining to Speck, then Daikon burst in "Speck! somethin's up in the market!"
Speck stood up and looked out the tall window, there was a crowd of people around a small spot.
Out in the market, Speck marched toward the crowd with Tora and Daikon behind him, Speck made his way through the crowds to the centre, Tora and Daikon followed, meeting up with Engel, Bekka and Viktor. There layed a dead kamorak face down, in a pool of blood, Victor knelt down and turned the body, Bekka gasped and covered her mouth, it was the general. Tora grew furious, he pulled his swords from his back and turned to Speck "I demand you send people out to find who done this!"
Engel looked to the top of a building and there stood the same hooded figure he saw, it looked female,looking down at the crowd, then another figure with
War Of The Ultimates - 9The morning sun was rising, Rakki stood at her balcony, looking down at the patrolling recykons. Beside her stood Roxy. "From what ive witnessed, you dont agree with most of the thinks Youkai says" said Rakki as she gazed at the sky.
"Im not sure of what you mean" replied Roxy in a polite tone.
"You dont like him do you?" Rakki rephrased.
Roxy thought for a moment. "He's not going to win any war with his strategies" she said to Rakki.
Rakki's lips morphed into a sinister smile, then she returned to gazing at the sky "Youve got experiance of being an assassin, dont you?" Rakki asked.
"im rather skilled" Roxy explained.
"Good... would you be willing to use your skills?" asked Rakki.
"It depends on the target" Roxy looked at Rakki.
Rakki looked to Roxy and stayed quiet for a moment "I need you to kill Youkai..." Rakki tensed her yellow eyes. Roxy's face grew puzzled, then worried, she looked to the recykon gaurds beneath the balcony, then back to the awaiting Rakki. This was a decision sh
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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