The sounds of battle were what drew him to the bridge. Peering through a bush, Kunzite watched as a large armor plated youma proceeded to hake a smaller youma to pieces. Once finished with his grin duty the youma returned to his post at the head of a bridge. Intrigued, Kunzite ventured forward.
"You fight with the strength of many youma, black one. I am Kunzite, King of the Dark Kingdom." Here he paused looking for a sign of recognition. When none came he continues. "I seek the finest and the bravest youma in the land to join me in my Court and to serve me in all things. You have proved yourself worthy; will you join me?" There was still no response. Finally, Kunzite shrugged. "So be it." He took to steps towards the bridge only to find the black youma in his path.
"None shall pass."
"What?" Kunzite asked, not sure that he had heard the creature correctly.
"None shall pass."
"I have no quarrel with you but I must cross this bridge." He stated coldly.
"Then you shall die."
"I command you as King of the Dark Kingdom to stand aside!"
"I move for no man."
"So be it!" Kunzite snarled as he drew his sword. The youma lunged at him and he easily parried the clumsy attack. Pulling the sword back he chopped the youma's left arm off.
"Now stand aside." He ordered.
To his surprise the creature shrugged. "Tis but a scratch."
"A scratch? Your arm's off!"
"No, it isn't." The youma replied.
"Well, what's that then?" Kunzite asked as he pointed to the severed limb with his sword.
"I've had worse." The creature insisted.
"You liar!"
"Come on you pansy!" The youma lunged at him and Kunzite again parried the attack. Putting his weight behind the blade, Kunzite cut off the youma's other arm.
"Victory is mine!" Kunzite crowed as he started to sheath his sword. The youma came up behind him and kicked him in the butt.
"Come on then!" The creature shouted out as it skipped back a few paces.
"What?"
"Have at you!"
"The fight is mine." Kunzite sneered as he started for the bridge.
"Oh, had enough, eh?"
That stopped the king in his tracks. "Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left."
"Yes I have."
"Look!" He cried out in exasperation pointing to the youma's wounds.
"Just a flesh wound." The creature said as he ran up and headbutted the king in the chest.
"Look, stop that!" The king snarled as he shoved the youma back.
"Chicken! Chicken!"
"Look, I'll have your leg. Right!" Kunzite said deciding that he had to teach the insubordinate creature a lesson. Swinging his swords low he easily severed the creature's leg.
"Right, I'll do you for that!"
A huge sweatdrop appeared on his head as he stared at the hopping youma. "You'll what?"
"Come 'ere!"
"What are you going to do, bleed on me?"
"I'm invincible!"
"You're a loony." Like some of the other people I have to work with.
"The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on then."
Unable to do anything more Kunzite proceeded to remove the creature's last leg.
The youma stared down at it's limbless body. "All right; we'll call it a draw."
"I'm leaving." He announced as he continued across the bridge trying desperately to whip off the sweatdrop that threatened to flatten his hair. Behind him he could still hear the youma screaming out at his retreating back.
"Oh, oh, I see, running away then. You yellow bastard! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!"