((I like the whole katana with powers AND the nikoso works for government, so we should use them both. And I was going to make Sumnor into a prodigy, lol, that's why he's having all these flashbacks))

Sumnor awoke and stood, stretching the kinks out in a matter of seconds, "Good morning Katana." Walking over to the stream, testing it with his finger in order to ensure it was running, wanting to avoid disintary or other nasty diseases, before filling his canteen, "We'll have to get moving.... the next cities a solid day's walk."

Fastening the canteen to his thick leather belt, an old belt buckle connected to it, a memento from a band that existed when the world was secure, a metal band, one his father introduced him to, before he became an extreme fan, the belt all he had left of them, "Should be able to get some real supplies when we get to the next city as well..."  He bent, fixing his boots and combats before beginning to walk, "Well, let's go."

Night fall, Sumnor was strolling through the last oof the forest, breaking the tree line when another, rather large force of demosns warmed him, Katana and Nikoso, "So much for this being a safe city..." He muttered as he drew his katana and short sword, "Well, looks like we'll have to kill the welcoming commitee." He instantly began to slash wildly, severing heads, limbs, bodies cut throguh the middle.

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Dryac was strolling past the city limits, looking around the tree line in case of demons attempting to push the city, he saw a group of demons being fought by a man he seemed to recognise.... not recognise in fact, it was like looking into a mirror, "Sumnor!!"  he yelled, sprinting at full speed towards the howling, gabbling group of demons that were yammering for the sweet taste of blood.

Dryac continued at an unbelieveable pace, pulling out two long daggers, before plunging himself into the group of demons, slashing and stabbing, "Been a while, brother, I still see you're as hasty as ever."  Sumnor smiled, severing another head, "And I see you still show up right in the nick of time."

Sumnor and Dryac got back-to-back, their outfits would be identical if it wasn't for Dryac's being more tattered and torn, after all, looking after a city all by yourself is a big task. "You ready little brother?" "You're twins you dolt, and of course I'm ready." The two clapped, causing a raw psychic wave to go ripping through all demosn within a metre of them, "I see nothing's changed."

"The more things change - -"  Dryac stopped mid sentence as he ran a demon through, pulling his blade out roughly, "The more things stay the same." The twoidentical twins grinned as they got back into the fray, deciding to *censored*ist the none telepathic Katana with the struggle at hand. "This is Katana," Sumnor said, running his blade across another throat. Dryac nodded at Katana as he was fighting, "A pleasure."

Sumnor saw the ex
pression on Katana's face, it seemed like one of defeat, "Now that's never a good attitude to have in this world." he quickly began slashing through multiple demons at once, using his mental powers to cripple many, making his way slowly to Katana, standing next to her, killing any to get too close, "Looks like we're going to have to go for a big finish brother..."

Sumnor continued to slash and tear through flesh, mis mind working constantly against others in the waves of horrid creatures, "Not until there's no other choice, we're not in a place were I can rest for a day... we need to keep moving," "So we keep fighintg? Fine by me." Dryac laughed as his mind bolted through the stomachs of three demons, leaving them holding gaping holes, falling to their knees as they drew their final breath.

Sumnor's mind was slicing through the throat of another demon as his body saw Nikoso looking rather seperated from the blood lust anyone felt whilst fighting these demons, "You trying to make me regret cutting you loose? 'cause I will just cut all losses and kill you if you're going to be of no use to us."  His sword ran through two demons as once, blinding the few behind them in a spray of blood.

Sumnor threw the long sword and short blade into the chests of two demons, before drawing a pair of katanas, beginning to fight like a true samurai, his blades p*censored*ing through demons like paper, their bodies being left in bits and pieces. "Today you die only for your soul to be p*censored*ed on, rest in peace." he continued to cut, the prayer the only one he would offer up for this batle, not caring much for these demonic creations.

Dryac roared, beginning to use his fists, breaking skulls and other vital parts of the demon's bodies, killing them with extreme ease, none of them getting close enough to actually land a successful attack, the twin with the vicious fists proving too much for them once again. He noticed Katana was concentrated on Nikoso, he put a moment into charging it, and blasted Nikoso far away from the battlefield, "Do you actually wanna die?! well then concentrate on picking one fight at a time you dolt!"

Sumnor picked up the pace, both physically and mentally, destryoing all and every demon to get in either of his ways, working faster than ever, although it didn't tire him, "You all die today, and i refuse to let you back..." Sumnor was getting bored, the repetetive killing losing it's flare rather wuickly compared to his usual battles, but there's more variety to those, not just these simple-minded demons.

Dryac was slaying, his fist and arm, up to his shoulder anyway, was going straight through chests and throats of random demons, leaving their lifelss carc*censored*es strew on the ground, although he was also getting bored, nodding at Sumnor they both caused their eyes to glow, before they allowed to concentrated explosions of telekenisis to erupt through demons and only demons, leaving them all in pieces, most of them flying through the air in a spray.

The two were left short of breath, but no worse off for the wear, they both looked at katana, before Sumnor smirking and speaking,  "Now that is something you should be impressed by." Sumnor and dryac clasped eachothers hands, pulling into eachother and sharing a 'man-hug' before patting eachother on the shoulder and walking towards the city, "Been a good while since we've fought like that."