The title is temporary.

I wanted to convey what it might be like for other people to face Chanda in a heated battle. It's passive narration of such an event, given the delicate kind of prose I am well known for.



Enjoy!

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The projection of imagery in an as yet unspecified theme



The more confident of passersby would think her to be a lazy giant that could easily be overpowered with large numbers. She considers this of their thinking, and is verily amused. She knows that her massive blade weapon is a sort of diversion from more daunting truths. She's frighteningly strong, but it would take a considerably long duration of time to hack through a smaller opponent who might easily dodge the incoming swing. She prides herself more on unarmed combat, and would crush a man beneath a single massive hand. An apt enemy won't be fooled by the blade's mere presence alone however, since if it is not drawn then there is no fear of being cleaved apart by it. But to imagine taking her down at all can be a newling's worst nightmare, and even an experienced hand would fall if they were to underestimate her speed.

To move so slowly and with caution is as sure a bluff as any from a creature like her. The lazy motions and the appearance of labored breathing are nothing but ploys, being that she is much healthier than one would like to believe. She is disciplined; a born killer. Someone well armed might only inflict the shallowest of wounds upon her body, subsequently killed either by accident, or by a tactful motion not having appeared to be a very violent maneuver at first. Her very weight is a weapon, and anyone finding themself pressed beneath it won't likely walk the same ever again should they survive being crushed by it. She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure. In actuality, there isn't much that's so very false in that front. But the smallest exertion of hers could send a man flying; him, and possibly others as well, shattering much of the pride of many an unknowledgeable foe within mere seconds. Seeing such a horrific event on a battlefield is enough to send a younger combatant into an awful state of shock, suspending the very heartwork of onlookers, even unto their abandonment of the battle in progress. Cowards fooled and dazed, even if these men and women of weak spirit were not the ones who found themselves amongst the scattered bodies of those who suffered any manner of lethal doom due to a sudden blow.

This atrocity of slaughter, a bloodsport in her mind. Her opponents aren't unwary of WHAT she is, though many don't understand the whole of her being. However, her work would still be cut out for her if those numbered among her adversaries were cut of a more weathered cloth. Some, whose skill in the killing arts excel far above others, could fell her easily. But such warriors are far and few in between, requiring some manner of trump card to even stand on proper ground in a battle with her. Naturally, they would need ample room to confront her with any robustly destructive ability, ensuring the safety of comrades nearby. Though it is a natural mystery to many, others are well learned in the use of magick - a much needed talent if at all they hope to keep her at bay. If at all possible, it would better serve them if they were skilled in the more practical uses of it, since she herself is well capable of employing it in such a way as to gain higher vantage over those who think to hide behind its flair and flash. One who would stand a contestant against her in this may very well place his faith in the 'bolts' of his mental capacity rather than the bolts of something like a crossbow, conjuring up a volley of them to send at her, as if to signify that they meant business, and were not to be trifled with. However, her body is durable enough to sustain many blows, the majority of which can be quickly healed both by her natural blood rights, and through the subtle application of restorative magick. Normally, such would prove to be a failed attempt to soften the pains of coming defeat. But that she is well versed in the combative applications of destructive and restorative magick should not be a warrior's only concern when facing her, as she is naturally adept in the ways of "thought-branching" - the art of telepathic communication that all of Heaven's afflicted share, the varying degrees of which can serve as a natural means for simple conveyance or even, as higher skill would allow, directly manipulative trickery, the faulty 'conduits' of another's mind the way to their own demise. One should pray that their very sanity would remain intact if the distance between her and themself were to be drawn fatefully short.

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EDIT



Written while listening to:



Mandara - Shinobi III: Return of the Ninja Master OST





...and a custom edited loop of:



Blood Bath (Doom II) - OC ReMix



(looped to repeat the section between 0:40 and 2:12. ).



No indentation in the paragraphs for some weird reason...