Anonymous Asks: Traditional wisdom says you should never meet your hero. Let's put that saying to the test. M!A: Oli's favorite comic book samurai bunny now stands before him.
Olivar blinked with his eyes, seeing Usagi standing in front of him. Carefully taking a step closer, he reached out with his hand to touch the Lago standing in front of him, checking whether this was real or just an illusion.
The ronin’s eyes narrowed as he stared along the edge of his blade which he leveled with the gigantic snake before him. The serpent flicked his tongue ominously at the hare between his wickedly sharp teeth, tasting the hare’s scent in the air - deliciously flavored with adrenaline and sweat from having fought his way through the ninja stronghold. For the moment the pair was alone, but Hebi knew that more of his Neko Ninja would soon be joining the fray and tonight they would feast on rabbit stew.
“For too long you have been a thorn in my side, vagabond.” The lord’s eyes narrowed, vertical pupils contracting until they were little more than a sliver of black which broke apart the vibrant crimson of his eye.
“And you have been a thorn in the side of the shogunate and of all the goodly lords of these lands. Your path to power which has been cruelly paved with the blood of countless innocents ends here, Hebi!”
With that the samurai charged forward, Yagi No Eda leading the way. A fierce shout of “Ryaaaaaaaaah!” pierced the air as he closed the distance between he and his enemy, but suddenly and without warning the world around him blurred. He felt less than substantial and the image of his hated enemy faded from his vision.
He could not say how long he was in this state of, what could only be described as, non being. It could have been the span of a heartbeat or it could have been a millennium, but when the world once again seemed to shift into focus he knew that he was not any longer in the throne room of Lord Hebi, but rather in a somewhat lavishly decorated room, a young hare reaching towards him with an out stretched paw.
He backed up a step or two, still disoriented and extremely confused, but immediately lowering his katana. He looked down at the rabbit before him and asked in a voice filled with concern and in his native tongue, “Where am I? Where is Hebi?”