.....Where am I?

Sol was seen walking around the Red Light District, with his map out. He had no real idea where he was, although he could tell this was not a nice area. There were so many bars and....He failed to mention other areas without shuddering a bit. It seemed that drunks littered the streets, so it would be likely someone would try and pick a fight with him, or someone could be looking to rob him so he kept his Long Sword and Shinai concealed so people wouldn't try to take them while he wasn't paying attention. "Ugh, I should always check the map before I go somewhere." Sol said as he tried to figure out the right direction to go.

The mean streets of Daken is full of shady characters. The walls are covered with flashing signs and adds for the various questionable activties that go on every night in the Daken Red Light District. Murder, money, and every earthly pleasure known to man is common place here, as long as you know which alley to look down.

Another common sight for all of Daken is when creatures of the night wander in from Deadwood or some other forsaken spawning ground for evil. After all Daken is one of those very spots, for a different kind of evil. Man made evil... but for now all eyes fall on the traditional evil... though really if evil truly exsits it exsits in the hearts of man kind.

This creature has been labeled all his life as evil... even before he truly was it. But all those around him now can be conserned about is the fact that right now at this moment he is truly acting evil.

The Wailing moved it's way down the Daken street swinging it's club at those who were to fool to move out of the way. Since most of the people on the streets were drunk on Ale or worse, alot of them were beaten down.

Sol looked up from reading his map to find....Someone bashing random bystanders aside with a club. Well, THIS wasn't normal, or at least he didn't think it was. Even in a area like this one. Sol drew his shinai, moving out of the way of a club swing. "HAH!!!" Sol yelled as he swung at the....Whatever was swinging at his head.

occ- I apologize, I"m on vacation right now and don't always have acess to a computer with internet capabilities. Just letting you know.

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The Shinai came hard on The Wailing's head, but he was wearing armor, and the Shinai is really for trainning purposes only... because of this the attack only stunned the creature very slightly forcing it to stumble back a fe steps.

Heavy breathing could be heard from behind The Wailing's mouth peice, as he charged forward, this time ready for combat with the swordsmen. He swung his club aiming specificly for the newcomer's upper torso.

Sol crouched down, the club going over his head again. This time, he sprang forward a bit, and stabbed his shinai as hard as he could at The Wailing's groin. "HAH!!!"

The Wailing grimaced loudly as the attack met it's mark. Though still it was in pain, it wasn't too injured. It reached down with it's claw to rend the flesh of the cheap swordsmen and grab a hold of him at the same time. With his other arm he raised his club preparing it for a strike.

Sol dived out of the way, the claw tearing into his leg a bit, however he avoided the arm trying to grab him. He then sprung back up, stabbing at the creature's neck with his shinai. "HAH!!!!"

It raised it's sholderpad and with it's helmet it guarded the attack, though pain still shot through from the impact. It swung it's massive club at the wooden sword.

"Get serious, or go home..." it taunted... apparently it could speak...

The club impacted with Sol's shinai, the force of it sending him into a wall. "Gah!...So the behemoth talks...." Sol said as he began channeling aura around him and his tail's spread a bit, the band restraining them.

The attacks were slowly peppering The Wailing, but he could take much more. He stood waiting, wondering why the attacks have stopped, It didn't occur to him that his opponent was preparing for an attack... He wondered if his oppoenet was giving up. He seemed too fast for him to hit directly... so if he tried to get away it'd be less annoying for The Wailing... He decided to simply wait for his opponent.

Sol pointed at The Wailing with his other hand, seemingly becoming cocky. "Come on! You scared of me? Or... A concentrated bolt of lightning suddenly flew from his fingers at The Wailing's torso. "KITSUNEBI!!!"


((I nearly typed in Special Beam Cannon.... ))

The Wailing was caught off guard, it did not expect a swordsmen of this level to attack with a such powerful magic. The bolt of lighting hit it's mark, scarring and wounding him. Severley. He fell to one knee, but was not defeated yet. He wailed in pain and could not counter attrack though.

Sol took a deep breath as he relaxed his muscles, focusing strength into his next strike. "Well? Can you fight on?" Sol said, making sure he would try and knock out his opponent for no reason.

The Wailing did not answer with cheap words, instead he struck forward. It moved up from it's knees swinging it's club, purposely missing it used that swing to gather speed for a quick spin of its club over its head that added momentum to a very powerful strike at the swordsmen.

Sol tried blocking with his shinai, however the powerful swing snapped it in half. His eyes widened as he managed to spin out of the way quickly, taking his Long Sword and swung it as hard as he could at The Wailing's head. However, the sword was still sheathed so as not to kill it.