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The wind blew in its circular, never monotones motion. “The wind can blow you away.” Was the saying of a once wise mage? He is still living today, just not in plain sight. The wind is always on a travel, but now, we must dock down towards “Devil’s Plains”. The wind stopped suddenly. The eyes of the sky zoom in on none other than the sinister Chaos Mage. Who else to control the forces of wind travel? Who else to deliberately stop the wind and burden the ships relying on wind travel? The burden of mankind walked the murky dirt like a plague. Villages long destroyed thought of him as a epidemic that couldn’t be wiped out, a bug that can’t be smashed, wood that can’t be broken. CM’s eyes rolled over the field, quickly scanning for life. The grass became devoid of life wherever he stepped. He, now standing in the center of the plain, the fighting area, was now in full view. His eyes were like a thousand daggers, pointing into your flesh and drawing blood the minute he laid them on you. What they landed on never saw anything besides him. His face was paler than that of a ghost, yet slightly green. Two long black streaks ran down the side of his face. His hair was wild yet strangely deadly to the look. Men had spoken before they too had died that his smile was that of one meaning you too are to die at his hands. His arms were very powerful and versatile, as flexible as those who are double jointed. They looked as if they had jammed many sharp, powerful things into men’s abdomens, ripping out their intestines and liver. He spat on the ground, his saliva burning a hold through it. He sat on a rock staring to the sky, thinking; How did it ever come to this? How did I ever come to hold a thirst for bloodshed and destruction? Is my existence just the purpose of slaying a man to drink his blood and bask in its warmth? Am I nothing more than a leech? Must I continue to feed off souls that have passed on to a dark realm of shadows that will never come to pass? Am I nothing more than what they[\b] wanted me to become; a weapon? My power is what made me what I am now, a power hungry madman. But I must say, my heart is colder than the atlantic ridges. I dream for the perfect fight, for one to test true endurance and intellect. Has that fight come to pass for me? Have I been living in a dream world?

CM laid his backside over the rock giving off a sigh. He no longer seemed as violent as people believed him to be. He looked as if he was at peace in the world. He chortled to himself as he, for once with no evil intent, smiled carelessly. His eyes brimmed with consent for the world around him. This was a truly remarkable feat for one with so much inner conflict, or was it? He hoisted himself to an upright postion on the rock. He scanned the horizon and, filling him with inner torment and remorse, saw no life around. It was been brewing with life and the sounds of joy….before he came in. He caused great pain to the forest by spreading his evil aura and burning the grass of the area. His ears perked suddenly with the sound of footsteps; blood was in the air. He lept off his rock and his expression changed suddenly, back to a violent, sadistical man. It was a hiker making his way through the forest trail. CM grinned and picked up a broken tree branch. Quite thick, should be enough to kill him. CM dissipated with the log in hand into the air. The hiker had walked into the field and sat down on the rock to rest himself. An ice cold voice paralyzed him; You know, you really shouldn’t be in the woods…..all alone. CM swung the branch at the back of the man’s skull. They collided and the branch broke, and the man’s skull cracked. He fell to the ground like a dead man. CM took the man’s hiking stick and jammed it into a hole in a nearby log. He sharpened it thoroughly and went back to the man. He lifted the man with two hands and tossed him in front of himself. He tossed the sharpened stick at the man’s skull, impaling the man and killing him instantly.

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There hung a deadly, impending silence in the air of the planet. There, for one minute, was total silence all around the globe. Not a person said a word, utter silence. As there would be a slight humming in a deserted place, instead, there was just the wind. And the wind sounded like it was playing a harp of time of on the land. CM stepped back 5 paces and set himself a foot away from Rhyn. He grabbed his own hair roughly, and, letting out a bloodcurdling scream, pulled hair right from his head. This was no easy task, seeing as the hair was like needles. After a second, CM’s hands had ripped 6 long strands of hair. They stuck up in the air, this told Rhyn this man obviously never cared to wash his hair. CM placed one piece of hair between every two fingers on his hands. He stuck one between the middle and index fingers, one between the middle finger and the finger beside the middle, and one between the pinky and the finger beside the middle. He did this for both of his hands, pulling off a Wolverine type look. CM’s tongue lashed out in the air, tasting the scent of the boy. This left Rhyn at a disadvantage; he couldn’t turn invisible or hide. His scent would give him away. The ground exploded from beneath CM’s feet as he charged at the boy, this left Rhyn zero time to react. Rhyn was slashed with the pieces of hair. Blood mixed with strands of shirt clothing flew in the air as Rhyn stumbled back. This time around, Rhyn caught wind of CM ready to strike. He only knew this because…CM was walking towards him, demon’s gleam in eye. Rhyn charged CM, blade in hand, jumped in the air to become eye level with the man, and slashed down hard. The sword hit only the hair strands used to block the attack. (Rhyn) Damn! I can’t cut that hair, no matter what I do! It’s almost as hard as my sword! Rhyn fell to the ground slowly. He could feel the man’s eyes burning into his skull as he fell. When his gut was level with CM’s knee, it struck out at him inflicting great pain to his gut. Rhyn spat blood mixed in with saliva out of his mouth; it splattered on CM’s leg. Rhyn crashed to the ground beside the hiker, clutching his gut painfully. He saw CM charge yet again with the needle hand. But this time, he was ready. He armed his sword ready to strike when his opponent got near. CM had instead jumped over the boy and slashed his backside brutally, ripping the back of his shirt clean off. Rhyn muffled his cry of pain as he staggered to find a tree to lean on. CM’s scream of attack was heard behind him, and he was ready. Rhyn jumped high in the air and CM twirled around and….. threw the needles. Rhyn pulled out his sword to avoid them hitting him point blank.

The needles, however, all disbanded from one another and hid in the bushes. Rhyn fell unattacked to the ground. CM again attacked and Rhyn was going to perform a vertical strike to knock the needles out of his hand. When CM was close, he felt a jagging things all suddenly stick into his backside, causing excruciating pain seeing as they targeted an already wounded area. CM took the upper hand yet again but forcefully sticking his needles in Rhyn’s chest. He then corn popped Rhyn right on the nose, sending him flying. Rhyn flew into the base of a tree, destroying it. Rhyn could hear CM mutter something about inexperienced fighters and rolled his eye over to Rhyn. He again approached Rhyn, this time with the sharpened tree branch in hand. He pointed the edge of it at Rhyn and said, “I’ve had enough of your nonsense. I can hardly deem you worthy of my time, let alone call you worthy to use air in the world. You’re a novice compared to me, and if this is a ruse, you had better get out of it because I’m going to tear you limb from limb pretty soon.” He picked the boy up and tossed him into yet and another tree. CM raced over there and kicked Rhyn before he even hit the ground. CM now observed the boy. Rhyn’s tattered shirt had been slashed to pieces, his chest and backside were bleeding, and he was barely conscious. CM picked him up and threw him in the air. When Rhyn’s body was in the right spot he swung the stick like a baseball bat slamming into Rhyn’s face. The boy bounced off the ground a couple of times before coming to a stop in the field. “I’d call that a home run. Heh heh heh….”

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*taps fingers*