A man lay knelt in prayer on the ground, giving faith to his goddesses. They were Freya the Goddess of Archery, Fenris the Goddess of War, Amaterasu the Goddess of Justice, Celestia the Goddess of Swords,  Lucifer the Goddess of Darkness, Seria the Goddess of Light, and Izanami the Goddess of Death. Each one he revered and worshiped absolutely, just as his ancestors did. His religion was unknown to the outside world, the common populace anyway. His kind was always called inhuman, monsters, and demons. This was due to their inhuman strength, speed, and intelligence. A single one could defeat an army, and an army could take over the world. However, they were righteous beings, although cold and calculated. They mastered the bow and the sword, and were proficient in almost every other weapon. However, as modern technology advanced they were slowly killed off.

He was bowing in a grand temple, its height was massive with an open roof. Behind him was a large and grand set of doors. It had an inscription of a majestic golden dragon, a powerful phoenix, an indomitable turtle, and a domineering tiger. Before him was a composite bow, a katana, and a quiver. The katana had an ornate sheath, seven names inscribed upon it. There was a feather, a shell, a fang, and a spiraling dragon curling along the length of the sheath. Seven large pillars surrounded him, each with a name inscribed upon them.

A large bang resounded, and he was broken from his prayers. He grabbed his katana and tied it to his waist. He picked up his bow and quiver, and stood up. He grabbed an arrow and knocked an arrow. He pulled back the drawstring and waited. Moments later, the grandiose doors were opened, and soldiers filled the room. They all had rifles fixed on him, waiting to fire. He shot the arrow, nailing one in the neck, and drew his sword. One soldier opened fire, but something surprised him. The man moved his sword with blinding speed, and deflected the bullet. It landed in another soldiers head killing him. Now there were only 13 left, and they started with 15.

Like lightning he advanced, barely any able to follow his movement. He sliced the man who had shot him, decapitating him. He then disappeared into the shadow, none able to catch even a glimpse. Suddenly, an arrow flew forth from the darkness, killing another soldier. The rest quickly sprayed bullets towards the area from whence it came. They were met with a torrent of bullets flying back at them, but no gunfire was heard. It killed 8 soldiers, now a mere 5 were left alive.

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They decided that their guns were obsolete against such an opponent, and decided to drop their guns. They pulled out their combat knives and prepared. A quiver flew from the shadows, and in their paranoid state, they all looked at it. Suddenly a man had died, it came from behind. He through his sword at another, instantly lowering it to 3. The three soldiers charged him, and the first brought his knife down in an over head stab. The man caught his wrist and twisted, wrenching the knife from the soldiers hand. It went into the waiting hands of the man. He quickly brought it to the soldiers neck.

The last two hesitated, before charging forth. One feinted a downward slice, but stabbed downward. The blow was easily sidestepped, and he has his throat slit. The last came in with a speedy stab. He redirected the blow to the side, and stepped into his guard. Normally this would be the correct thing to do, however this time it was a fatal mistake. A nasty smirk made its way onto the soldiers face. Though he had a combat knife plunged into his chest, he laughed like a mad man. "G-Game ov-over".

In a moment of pure instinct, the man kicked him as hard as he could, sending him flying away. In a blinding flash of light, the soldier blew up, sending blood flying everywhere. The man was sent flying, as he hadn't kicked him far enough. He managed to land on his feet, but fell to his knees. He used his sword to prop himself up, but spat out crimson blood, staining the pure white floors.

"Is this how I, Joseph Amida am going to die? My clan will be erased by a mere fifteen soldiers? I will be the laughing stock of my ancestors. How unfortunate..." The light left his eyes, but resilient he stood, sword propping him up, even in death...

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Welp, it was pretty bad, but I hope anyone who reads this enjoyed. I realize that I am a less than adequate writer, and that there are most likely a large quantity of errors. This chapter was very short, however this is not the amount I normally write. I will hopefully have a decent amount of time to work on this story.

This has been KitsuneGod, good bye.