Jian Yong (Vs) Zhuge Liang

[SOLIDSNKE]

Who wants the first post!

3 posts each, short and sweet.


Matrixxa says: Chicken, you go first. Let's see what you can do.

[KillerChicken]

The wind was strong. Very strong. Zhuge Liang's eyes only shuts at the sands that approached his face.

There he stood on a sandy ground where a duel was held. Zhuge Liang stood there, staring at the empty lands.

Another wind came by, lifting the sand from the floor. Zhuge Liang could not see his front.

The wind stopped though, and the sand was back on the ground. In front of him, Zhuge Liang could see a figure.

[Matrixxa - Jian Yong]

The winds of China bellowed in the face of the young Shu general, as today, rage erupted throughout the land, and chaos ensued, leaving those hopeful to see the end draw near left with nothing...


Jian Yong had been riding atop a grey horse for as many li as one could count. A thin sheet of dirt wafted around Jian Yong, creating an oddly morbid feeling. A feeling of in-security. He felt as though every eye in the land had follwed him, masked by stealth.


A strong gust blew up. Xianhe covered his tired eyes with his arm. Xianhe lowered his arm. In front of him, nothing was to see, with the exception of a worthy adversary...


"Speak your name" Xianhe demanded...

[KillerChicken]

A smile crossed upon the former Prime Minister of Shu’s features, as his mind wondered at the numerous possibilities of the silhouette’s identity. Even though the mist of sand wavered upon their midriffs, the strategist could easily acknowledged the silky green garments that were hidden under the fortified layers of the general’s sterling armament.

"Speak your name..."

His voice can be no younger than the mid twenties as it echoed the amplified wastelands, almost as if it held a sign of threaten upon his words. A puff from the wind arouse the sands once again, covering the former Prime Minister's sight.

Even though his sight became temporary blinded from the man ahead of him, the general's words howled across the stony cliffs, it held the courage that was similar to a war cry of the God of War. The willingness of sacrificing his life upon a battle against whoever will be his adversary shivered upon the general’s words, almost as much as the venom that lingered within his voice.

Finally, the vapor of dust evaporated upon the solid grounds as the wind eased at the calm eyes of Zhuge Liang. The swarthy orbs immediately hardened at the clear view of the man that had demanded for his identity. Being as composed as he had been rumored to be, Zhuge Liang felt a tingle of fear. The dangerous gleam was being held within the general’s eyes, almost as if there is a worthy bounty upon the strategist’s head. Or rather, having the imaginary word “Traitor” engraved upon his forehead.

Knowing that the answer of his identity will be answered within the matter of time, Zhuge Liang carefully identified himself, “I am Zhuge Liang… The Sleeping Dragon of the former Shu…”

The Sleeping Dragon’s eyes did not waver as he answered the question that was asked, his mind only continued to wonder about the former Shu general’s intentions were.

(OOC: There wasn't much to speak about in your post either )