Exhibiting Superiority

In the highest room of the oldest building that is home of the President of the United Universe. There sat the President Jason in his great desk, inside his main office. He fiddled with a pencil in his hand. Three hundred years after the death of Presian, his murderer is still being hunted to this day, Shadow, Loky. He has killed already two other Arch-Wolves. He is the only evil one there is, and the strongest. Jason had already lost count of how many Nerilites(Nerilites are children of Nero Wolf) he sent to their deaths. The legend of the invincible Shadow thickens.

A young desk jockey came running into the room unannounced, Jason thought this might be serious. “Sir! We finally detected the whereabouts of Shadow Velonus,” the young desk jockey paused to catch his breath, “we found him on the planet Vergeudet. Your orders sir?” The young desk jockey went silent, to wait the answer of Jason. The new president thought it over for a moment or two. To send more men to their deaths, he fiddled with his pencil.

“Its only appropriate that we find him in that one place, send two squads of the highest caliber,” Jason sighed deeply, “we can do nothing more to try to obtain this outlaw.” Jason stepped out of his chair and moved to view the window, fiddling with his pencil. He stared out of the window, into the greatest city ever conceived. But it wasn’t conceived on Earth, no. It was on Burosen the capital of the United Universe was built. He was glad such an outlaw never thought to thread footsteps here. Jason's only hope is to wait for another Arch-Wolf and hope he doesn't fall like any of the others.

The young desk jockey bowed to agree with the president, but he had more to say. “Sir, there is a way to stop this threat from growing further, the Presian threat... ” He grinned.

An open field where nothing was alive, no lush dirt or soil. There was only land of cold hard rock. To all corners of the horizon, it was an open land of rock. There was nothing growing here, here on the planet of Vergeudet. It was a barren wasteland, deserted by everything that is bright and living. Clouds covered the sky, keeping the sun from shining on the lands. Dark clouds of lightning and thunder raged cross the lands. The lightning was the only thing alive, further ripping up the planet. Only one man roamed these lands as he wished. He was Shadow, once the mighty honorable Velonus Infernus Wolf, and the second Arch-Wolf. He is now the third Shadow.

His body moved, but his soul had died long ago. Sitting on a rocky bluff, he waited. He knew that they would find him. He knew, because he let himself be detected. He wanted to have one of his own killing sprees with his once beloved brothers of the Sinister Wolf. To make himself known, as did Aqueus Wolf had done before him, the last Shadow, the same Shadow that Velonus had slaughtered to become the new Shadow. To have the title Shadow, is to be the mightiest of all Presians, of all those with the Wolf Gene!

To be the greatest, the strongest of all others is the goal of every Shadow, for in his genes he is perfect. He is perfect from all the flawed Nerilites, from all the flawed Memiouds. They will never achieve such power in their life time, even if the normal Nerilite’s life time may go for many hundreds of years, they might even live for a thousand years. Shadow knows he's perfect, but the world, the universe has no idea of this Shadow's awesome power. All Presians are driven to be perfect. Perfect is to be the strongest in the universe.

A small carrier ship flew through space, another carrier followed. A carrier ship made for only one type of soldier to transport, one unit of the Sinister Wolf. Five well-trained, well-conceived, five of the deepest of blood to Presian himself seated in the carrier. There was no need for guns. They were only given their swords, an old weapon used by Presian, old weapons for an old enemy. On the right arm there was a heavy thick metal arm brace, but it wasn't for fashion. Inside it, was a razor sharp blade that busted out when desired, serving as a secondary blade.

Any soldier of the Sinister Wolf would wear skin-tight elastic covering his entire body. Over it would go the essential armor that covered vital organs. So the shoulders, chest, back, thighs were all covered greatly with armor. Black metal armor was the appropriate color of the Sinister Wolf. Since Presian Wolf, training in the mountains of what used to be Korea. His master had given him a black suit, where all others wore white. This is why the soldiers of the Sinister Wolf's armor is black metal.

Helmets weren't required for this mission, helms are only worn in full-scale battles. This enemy was once one of them. They knew he'd desire a battle conducted on how students in the Academy would battle. It is out of respect that warriors of Presian met hand-to-hand, where your opponent would know your face, they your own. But here it was different, only the victor will be able to walk away from such an ordeal.

In matches between wolves, power doesn't only come from knowledge of combat and skill, no. It was of age with number of missions, your bloodline; rather you are Nerilite or Memioud. Power came from how you’re strong your senses are. Sense of speed, of strength, of elusiveness, these can determine rather your a match for your appointed opponent. If you can't hurt your opponent with your limited strength or you can't keep up with him, you'll definitely lose.

You draw power from your family tree and all the missions you endured. Battle scars, wounds, and cuts will grant you more power. With age comes more battle scars. A powerful your father was, you'll be twice of him. Nerilites are naturally stronger than Memiouds, because the Memioud gene is much more flawed than the Nero gene. The faster you are, the more power you have. In matches between wolves, Presians have the strength to destroy an entire mountain with a single punch, turning it into mere rubble. They are able to move at the speed of sound. At such extreme speeds, one wrong move may cost you... your life.

The carrier ship rumbled, a sign they were arriving at their destination. They were hitting the atmosphere. The leader, the captain of the unit was Francis Wolf, first son of Alexander Wolf. Alexander's Grandfather's grandfather was Nero Wolf himself. Before this ordeal, Francis Wolf was to have his unborn children stored, to further continue the bloodline of the truest of Nerilite blood. This is necessary continue on, and with time, the Nerilites will become strong enough to finally defeat Shadow.

There in the ship, his legs were numb. His whole body was cold. He could feel the sweat build up in his fists. He was cold especially at his feet. He trembled lightly, but uncontrollably. His stare dropped to the floor. It was only natural that strongest of wolves was made captain, and in this case, Francis was the stronger of the two units that were dispatched to confront Shadow. Sitting in a box like ship, to his right was the small cockpit of two pilots. To both sides of him sat two of his comrades. In front of him, sat two other of his comrades. He couldn't tell them anything, he has been quiet the whole trip. He couldn't tell them they were utterly doomed.

The ship rumbled soundly, and it sat perfectly still. “Captain Francis, we have arrived,” as the pilot reported the hatch opened. And what Francis seen out there was nothing. There was nothing but a barren wasteland. Dark clouds, and brilliant violet lightning, this told Francis one thing. This planet was truly unstable, how can such a planet still hold together? Francis could feel it in his gut that this planet was never suppose to continue on like this. Its time came hundreds of years ago.

But nothing about this mission ever sat well with Francis. It was what Master Daegun (Instructor of the Sinister Wolf Academy) had told him. That Shadow's powers weren't just skill of sword and the magical elements given to them by the Nagoki. It was the power of the mind. It was the power to invade a person's mind, the power to turn anyone crazy. Or in this case, hold an entire planet together with a single mind. It was a strange feeling, and it was strengthen when Francis saw the flash of violet lightning. Somehow that color gave him a face to go with the fear he felt inside.

He sighed as he gripped the hilt of his sword, looking back to his men. Seeing their urge faces, and stepped forward. Stepping onto the rocky hard surface of this strange planet. He looked to his right to see the other unit all ready to complete this mission head back home. Poor fools, Francis thought. They were never told what planet this was. It was planet Vergeudet! The same planet where Loky was brutally massacred by the Cyborg Empire. Where he slowly began to hate Earth and all others that had his blood. It is why he killed his own brother, Nero, and later his younger brother Memioud.

The ships took off as soon as the last soldier stepped off the ship and onto the planet. Francis knew, they were already afraid of him. Everyone knows what he is truly capable of. If there was ever a prize for the second strongest, Francis Wolf will take that trophy. He was the Captain of unit SW-01. SW-01 is the every first unit ever conceived by the Sinister Wolf. It contained the Nero's three sons, and Memioud's two. After trained by Master Hwaorangdo's only son. They were the most reverend fighting force in the universe. They made the United Universe, and the agency that is the Sinister Wolf what it is now.

Now they were alone. Francis looked around at all the corners of the horizon. Which direction to head in was unknown to him. As wolf follows instinct, Francis followed his gut feeling. There was no need to travel anywhere. He already knows where they are. He'll reveal himself when he wishes. As Nero's hair turned white over night, so did Francis. He had hair as long as his back. Francis had dark eyes, a common trait of Presians. Francis could only guess that Shadow's long hair was white as well.

Danis came up to Francis, captain of the other unit dispatched, wanting some action to be taken. But Francis held his hand up for silence. Francis listened, listening for anything out of the ordinary. The only thing he found, there was no wind. There’s no wind! Francis looked up to the clouds, where he sensed something, another presence. All the others watched, a small dot suddenly growing larger. It fell like a five-ton rock. Crushing down before their eyes. The very surface cracked and rumbled with the impact. It was no rock, it was him, Shadow. As fear now polluted the air, out came the swords.

Shadow smiled at the jester, he raised his hand up. A scream, all those the grabbed for their swords, had dropped them. Francis hadn't reached for his sword, knew what had happened. He heated the very hilt of their blades. These were traits of a master of fire. A magical elemental power given to the Presians that most neglected and never really appreciated. It was a power that was never endowed to Presian Wolf himself, so none really embraced at as their personal arsenal. But for someone like Francis, it was mandatory to master such a skill. And Francis chose wind.

He looked at his palm, a permanent scar that was given to him before he became a student in the Academy. The scar was the emblem of wind, is which element Francis choose to learn. Out of fire, water, and lightning, Francis chooses wind, air. He hadn't mastered it, but he has expectational talent with the elemental power. Talent enough that might even challenge Shadow's fire ability. Shadow never broke his stare off of Francis.

“Ah Francis, I never thought they would send such a spineless leader,” Shadow glared, “With no hope in the general, how can his men have hope to survive the battle? Sorry for you, Shadow doesn't take prisoners. So sorry.” Shadow smiled evilly. Out came his sword, he slowly pulled it out of the sheath. Steel scratching on steel, trumpet of the Angel of Death. And Francis also grabbed for his sword.

Shadow growled, and a great beam of fire was blasted straight at Francis. He had no time to react. Francis felt the full force of the fiery fury. The others didn't bother check if their leader was okay but only rushed into battle. Shadow smiled once more. One foolish soldier lunged at Shadow. Shadow gripped his sword tightly, sliding his back leg out. He blocked, in a with a burst of speed. His attacker had no chance. A great right hook kick by Shadow, killing his attacker instantly. Gasp followed the loud snap, a kick none have even seen. None but Francis, as he waited for his wounds to heal and he would shortly join them. All they seen is a dead body twisting in the air, for a minute before falling to the ground, limp.

Four surrounded Shadow, all were issuing strikes and slashes by any means. The attacks had Shadow backing away, losing ground as his attackers gained fools confidence with ground. In Shadow's eyes, they were moving in slow-motion. Shadow parried each attack with such ease. He turned and twisted to block all the attacks. None of them could touch him, only if he let them. Calmly he moved back one step at a time. But this began to bore him. His right foot rose up, and came crashing down on the rocky hard surface. Causing the entire planet to shake. His attackers lost their footing, some tripped, some fell.

Four more pounced on Shadow, he smiled, and launched himself like a spear at the far left attacker. A loud crash, Shadow crushing the weak soldier near by where Francis lay recovering. Shadow had his attacker pinned good, having no way out. Shadow laughed as he simply placed his hands around his attacker’s neck. Francis shuttered at the sound of the neck being snapped.

Francis opened his eyes again, only to watch another die. Danis rushed in silently, attempting to catch Shadow off guard. But Shadow knew he was coming. He waited for the right moment. And his leg kicked out as a horse's hind legs would. Danis ran right into the heel. His skull was stopped as it shattered eternally, but the rest of his body kept going. The kick killed Danis instantly. He fell flat on his back, hard, and already died before he landed.

Despite how easily their comrades died, they fought valiantly. A brave one rushed in at Shadow. Shadowed dashed off to meet the brave one half way. What surprised Francis more, was how Shadow felt the surface on here he launched himself. Like a wheel peeling the dirt, but Shadow peeled a great deal of rock. The brave one didn't even see what Shadow had done before it was too late. Shadow's right fist drilled right through the brave one's gut. But Shadow didn't stop with that, no.

The same fist grabbed the brave one's face. With a firm grip, he was thrown to the end of the horizon. Dust and debris followed the rumbling of the very planet. Francis knew the crash wasn't the worst part of it. It was flying through the air at such incredible speeds. Every bone in that man's body was shattered to dust before even crashing. But what the others witnessed didn't stop them from continuing to attack, win or die.

They will fight to the bitter end. But fear was already eating them alive. Shadow glared at the remaining five that stood. Shadow slowly walked to them in short strides. Each step caused the remaining five's hope to die a little more. Shadow stopped, he only stood there, still as a statue. And one foolish soldier lunged at him. Strangely, Shadow made no attempts to avoid or any kind of movement. The sword pierced his heart! But Shadow made no cry at all.

He only laughed in the poor soldiers face. Now, they were scared. Shadow smashed the sword with his fore arm and grabbed the poor soldier by neck. In his free hand, he gripped his own sword. He stabbed the poor soldier in the heart! Not soon later, crushed the poor soldier's neck with one hand! And tossed him aside as he were mere trash. Now Shadow stood bleeding badly, pulling the sword out of his own heart. Francis watched in horror as the vital wound healed instantly. Shadow twisted his neck back, glancing at Francis. That glance made Francis's entire body shiver in horror.

“No! You can't!” Francis yelled, but Shadow didn't listen. He right hand rose high above him. And as his hand rose, so did the remaining four. They lost control of their own bodies as they floated still in the air. They couldn't move or make a sound. All four readied their swords. Ready to stab themselves in the heart, with their own hands. Shadow laughed mockingly. “No!” Francis yelled out once more, but it was no use. Francis saw the tears in his comrades’ eyes. Shadow couldn't control the tears or could he?

Shadow's hand became a fist and all four swords stabbed through the heart of their holders. And with their lives gone, so did they fall to the ground. That was it, Francis seen enough. He rose to his feet, although he wasn't fully recovered, it didn't matter. He wasn't going to stand around while he watches Shadow kill his best friends, his family, and his brothers-in-arm. Shadow turned to face the last Sinister Wolf, that smile disgusted Francis.

“You killed them Francis,” Shadow started, “by bringing them here. It's your fault, they trusted you that you'd protect them and keep them safe. You failed them Francis. You failed.” Shadow laughed once more.

“Shut up! I heard enough of you!” Francis breathing heavily with many furies, “you'll pay for what you done to your brothers!” Shadow stepped closer as Francis stepped further away.

“Brothers kill brothers,” Shadow smiled, “it’s always been that way. And so shall it end that way!” Shadow peeled the surface as he launched himself directly at Francis. The small Nerilite launched himself also, but he didn't peel the surface as much as Shadow had. As they met half way, the sounds of clashing of steel echoed. As they landed, they leaped back at the other. Another clashing sound of sword on sword.

Shadow leaped high into the clouds, Francis followed him. Above the clouds they met with swords slashing and clashing. The sun shined brightly on the two combatants. As their momentum died, so they began to follow back down to the surface. They fell as they continued to clash swords. Francis kicked away from Shadow, fearing he if continue this, he won't have time to properly land. Two small rock like things fell from the sky. Creating two great carters upon impact, shaking the very planet.

Francis crawled out of the carter badly hurt, spitting out blood. He tried with all his might to escape the carter. He wouldn't let it be his grave. His hand gripped the edge of where carter ended. But he cried as he realized heavy boots crushed his hand. A hand grabbed him and pulled him out of the carter. Throwing on the flat rocky hard surface. He rolled, as he was a rag-doll. Shadow stood over him, unmoving.

Francis realized much of his left arm was broken as well as his right shin. Nevertheless, he struggled to his feet. Screaming in pain he tried desperately. Shadow applauded him as Francis finally stepped to his feet. Francis spit out blood and smiled. He rushed fool hearty at Shadow, screaming in pain when he'd put pressure on his right leg. Slowly he came face-to-face with Shadow and swung at him. Screaming in pain with every movement of his left arm. Shadow merely stepped out of the way. Following up with a mean right punch.

Francis was thrown some strides away from Shadow, falling flat on his back. Only now, he realized he was done for. He closed his eyes shut. Shadow walked over, and stomped on Francis's right leg! A loud cry that echoed to all corners of the horizon. Shadow forced Francis on both knees. And sled his fine blade upon Francis's smooth face. Shadow stared down at his brother, staring at Francis's bareback neck.

Francis spit out blood once more. “Kill me if you like,” Francis started, spitting out more blood, “But one day, the Nerilites will become the strongest of our race. One day Velonus, that will day will come,”

“Can't wait,” Shadow laughed. His sword pulled back, and came down so swiftly. Blood flew through the air. Francis's head rolled off his shoulders and soon his body fell limp. As Shadow walked to the far horizon. All the dead bodies of the Sinister Wolf unit were all burnt into ashes. “As you sewn, so shall you ripe,” and Shadow disappeared.