Waves of Pure Luck washed over my body filling me with emerald light. The numbness retreated. The pain ended. Euphoria replaced it all. And power.
So much power.
The blade stabbing me in the back dissolved to dust. I rose to my feet. The magic sealed the gaping hole in my body as if it never even happened. I grew tough as bark, and light as a leaf. Unmovable as a root, but with the flexible sway of a branch in the wind.
“You will pay for what you did to her.”
Donn stared at me dumbfounded. “I will cut this tree down and you with it.”
He was all talk though. He stayed put exactly where he was, waiting for me to make the first move.
So I did.
Emerald Celtic knots wove across my skin as if I were covered from head to toe in Irish war paint and symbols. I glowed like a beacon.
I didn’t wield the Pure Luck. It wielded me.
I was a mere vessel, a funnel, filtering the power from the shamrock and distilling it out through my katana. I shot at him like green lightning.
With quick precision he dropped the tree spirit and scratched runes in the air which levitated as a visible shield about him. Magical sparks burst as Jade collided with his runes. The runes pushed back, but Jade sliced through them.
He threw runes of binding at me like he had my friends. Fetters tied me down to the treetop. I leaned in, testing their limits. My strain proved too much for the bindings and they snapped and fizzled out of existence. But in the time it took to free myself, Donn had clawed away at the bark, leaving a scorched scar. The pain seared my body, as if I and the tree were one.
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Emerald light spewed from my eyes, my rage visible. I snarled. Leaping up to meet his face, I twisted, delivering a bone crushing air hook.
Donn’s face contorted under the force of my kick. Losing his balance, he teetered on the edge of the treetop.
Green Celtic knots shot at Donn, forming a beam of woven ribbons, throwing him from the tree. Instead of waiting to see if he fell to his death, I dove headfirst after him.
Wind blew my hair back forcing me to squint. I made my entire body a pointed arrow. Jade jutted straight out. I fell faster than Donn, allowing me to skewer him. His cry of pain rang in my ear. Leaving my blade in him I unleashed a kata on his torso and face. Punches, kicks, elbows, and knees struck faster than the speed of thought, each empowered by unreal levels of Pure Luck magic. At the last moment I pushed both feet into his chest and rode him like a surfboard through a stone archway. The ruins exploded in a shower rubble and debris.
When the dust settled, Donn curled up on the ground of the sky island, arms mangled, face distorted, jaw hanging slack. I dragged my sword out of him. He groaned under the intense pain, but managed to crawl to his knees.
With a two handed grip I rose Jade above my head.
He uttered a single question. “What are you?”
“I’m a shamrock samurai.”
Jade plunged into him, separating bone and muscle, singing the single note tune of death.
Donn the Red, lord of the dead slumped to the ground, a lifeless carcass.
For a time I towered above my former enemy, finding a quiet satisfaction in completing what I set out to do.
With a well-placed kick of my new emerald Chuck Taylor’s, I booted the wicked corpse off of the edge of the island and watched it fall into the clouds below.
After a time a small tree spirit hand slipped into mine. Looking into her eyes, I saw gratitude. Only then did I realize I could let go of the anger, the hatred, and the power.
Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath and exhaled, letting the Pure Luck blow away on a breeze.