Snippet #2622166

Zen landed on all fours and blinked the colours out of his eyes as the white and red coat he had tied around his waist settled as the wind died down, staring at his surroundings in awe. What happened? Was it the work of the suoh- the spou- the one Ava had been studying up on, or another demon?

If it was a demon, they had gotten him good. Zen had been testing out the new short sword he had gotten - dark red hilt that felt comfortable in his grip (oh, it was still in his hand, cool) and a plain steel blade that tapered off into a point sharp enough to pierce the trunk of a dead tree without much effort (the tree now looked like it had died from Execution of a Thousand Cuts), which all in all made the blade pretty good. Zen knew he was supposed to be hunting for that new demon instead of practicing, but Ava was already doing research on it, right? So there was no need for Zen to bother until Ava came up with something or a fight happened.

Preferably the latter. Those were always interesting.

Practice had turned out pretty good, and Zen had just decided to take a break when something tugged at him by the black shirt he was wearing. He had looked behind him, curious. Someone looking for a fight, maybe?

Nothing had been there, only trees and bushes and a dog lying on it's back in a patch of sun. Zen had shrugged and turned around, his hand resting lightly near his sword. It was probably nothin -

Something pulled at him. Zen had fallen backwards into a mess of swirling colours and blurry shapes, which was actually pretty sweet to watch. Zen had only time to wonder "Is this from a demon?" before he had been thrown out onto the ground with a thud, leading him to his current predicament.

Ah, his vision had cleared! Awesome! So had that dizzying feeling too. Standing up, Zen looked around him curiously, sword at the ready.