Snippet #1917764

Silence. The man took a deep breath as he slowly let his hands fall to his sides. His eyes danced around the room, taking time to learn about his surroundings. This was a ritual he repeated often and even though he knew this dojo by heart, this helped him calm down. The room he stood in was fairly large. The wooden floors were perfect for sliding and gripping at once. One side of the room, meaning one of the walls, was a large mirror. The rest of it was Japanese style architecture. Windows let the sun light pierce into the dark room. The smell of essence filled the room. Burning wood. The smell of a fire. A smell that Mitanni had come to love. He breathed in again, taking the scent into his lungs. In front of him stood a large wooden cylinder. It stood taller than him and was 20 inches wide. At his side, was his trusty katana. The room was silent, only his breathing could be heard. The sounds of children playing outside and chirping birds only added to the effect that he searched. Peace. His face straight and his pose perfect, he reached for the hilt of his katana.
The following happened in slow motion for Mitanni. He pulled out his katana. At the same time, one foot went backwards and the other one slowly bent forward, giving him a solid stance. He blade, now fully released from its sheath, slice through the air. In one motion, the blade of the Katana met with the wooden structure. As if it was butter, the blade cut through the wood. Mitanni’s stance was perfect. His muscles were flexed and his breathing was slow. His heart was beating quickly and his blood rushed in his body. His face had never changed. It had stayed the same all this time. For what seemed like minutes, but was actually a second, the blade sliced through the wooden structure. As the other piece slowly fell to the ground, Mitanni brought his bent leg backwards and following his swords slicing motion, spun it back into its sheath.

CLANG! The wooden piece fell to the ground, breaking the silence. Mitanni blinked and sighed. He slowly bent down to pick up the piece of wood and threw it in his large container which would find its way into the garbage one day. “Well...guess nobody feels like training today” he said as he looked over to the door, which had stayed closed all day. Walking to the wall, he pulled on a string which opened all the windows. Flicking on a switch, he opened all the lights in the dojo. He slowly started walking to the changing rooms when he felt bursts of energy all over Reaper. “Its time” he thought. “Sevan and Raul must be feeling it also” He quickly walked back to the light switches and the string. Closing the lights and pulling the string, the Dojo was left once again in darkness. Walking out of the dojo and slinging on his leather trench coat, he locked the door and walked in back of the building where no one would see him. Closing his eyes, he slowly let his energy take over him.

When he opened his eyes he was on four legs in the underworld. In his “Demonic Wolf” form, he slowly walked into the castle, ignoring the people who made way for him. He was well known in the underworld for being Lord Death’s weapon. Slowly finding his way to his lord. He was hoping to Sevan Raul as well, a messenger he had not seen in a long time. As he entered, a creature announced his entry. “Mitanni Assur, The Wolf of War, has arrived my Lord” Mitanni took a few steps forward and spoke “It seems your children have awakened my Lord”