Writing Sample

Andromeda could see the worry wash over Haxx. He was certain that he knew about the swords, but how? He asked about the slightly terrified expression on his face and was shocked to learn that Everes himself gave him those swords! He was totally awestruck. These swords were relics to his family, why would his father give them to him? He grilled him more and more about the swords to see if he was telling the truth when shockingly he offered to demonstrate what Everes showed him. Before long there was an old rug on a post out in the yard that would serve as the target. Chedra, T-Bone and Andromeda watched with great anticipation waiting to see what would happen. Andromeda knew the extent of the swords’ abilities but didn’t say anything to see if Haxx knew how to utilize them properly. Haxx found a way to fashion the red sword to his left side. With legs spread shoulder width and his right foot out front he calmly set his hand upon the weapon’s handle. The air was still, not even a breeze danced through the sage. The sword followed his hand as he drew the blade a short length, his composure slow and collected. Suddenly with a stroke as fast as lightning he drew the sword and swung it in a wide arc horizontally in front of him. A streak of red light took the shape of the blade cutting through the air, slicing cleanly through the rug, but something seemed strange about it. The rug fell into four pieces in one swing! He sheathed the sword once more and turned to face his astonished audience.

With complete and utter amazement T-Bone asked, “How did you make a cut like that with one swing? You never even moved the sword back!”
Andromeda explained the sword called “Honno’s” ability to him. If the wielder has proper training and strong focus they can make the blade strike in multiple places at once. The blade still remains whole, but bends the air around it to form blades that are invisible to the naked eye. The blades will not be as devastating as metal, but to an open wound they can be even more so. Stegz appeared behind T-Bone, listening in wonder. He asked how many strikes were possible in a swing. Andromeda replied that theoretically it’s possible to strike as many times as desired, but due to the wind blades losing effectiveness as the number of them grows larger they would be almost completely unnoticeable. What Andromeda wanted to know was how exactly Haxx was able to pull this off without ever once touching the katana. It was an impressive feat, one that isn’t done by many beginners to the art of the sword.

Erinmeyer stood watching in the front door wearing an amused expression. Behind him he once again lugged the massive blade behind him. The tip parted the dirt in a concentrated spot, leaving behind small ridges through the dirt as he walked. Haxx began to feel uneasy at the sight of his slightly twisted expression. His eyes showed a plan that the mouth hadn’t explained. Without a word he offered up the handle of the sword to him and nodded. The sword was very heavy, he almost didn’t want to try swinging it for fear he would accidently throw it.
“Swing it,” Erinmeyer commanded.

Haxx was slightly surprised by a simple request. Swing it? It couldn’t be that hard could it? With as much strength as he could muster he swung the massive blade overhead like an axe. The air crackled like lightning in the blade’s arc. Still unsure of what he wanted he cumbersomely raised the sword to prepare for a second strike. Erinmeyer grabbed his arm before he could bring it down. With a firm, commanding tone he said lowly in his right ear, “Focus on what you’re doing. Focus on releasing the energy in the blade.”
With all of his might he swung down hard. He envisioned the wave he saw Erinmeyer release from the sword earlier. Suddenly the blade became wrapped by a blinding light, the static around the blade becoming much stronger. With as much strength as he could muster he followed the swing through with a hearty roar! A violet wave of crackling energy rushed forth from the sword, tearing through the ground and sending dust flying in all directions. Sparking and snapping could be heard as the wave of energy rushed down its path of destruction. The wave tore through a fence at the back of the museum’s yard. A fence post soared for the sky like a missile after launch. A loud bang rang out as the fence violently tore itself apart.