A spinning metallic star, also known as a shuriken, whizzed through the air like a bolt of lightning, reflecting moonlight as it soared. It seemed to come out of nowhere, appearing like a moving flash of light piercing the darkness of the open grassy field in the dead of night.
Jack watched, his eyes transfixed, unable to remove his gaze from the approaching object, glistening in the night. Shiny, he thought to himself. He tilted his head to one side and moaned.
In that instant, the shuriken impaled itself into Jack’s head. He hit the ground with a thud, his vision blurring.
Shadowy figures descended on the farm Jack and his company had taken as their base. The intruders moved like creatures of the night, becoming one in with the blackness. The glints of their blades twinkled like stars in the sky.
Their faces masked, their bodies tightly concealed, the ninjas flowed stealthily over the grassy field, ready to make their kill, coated in darkness.
Luckily for Jack, he could see in the dark. In fact, he could actually see better during the night than he could during the day. He jerked up his head and his vision came back into focus.
Slash, slash.
Two decapitated heads hit the dirt, and their bodies soon followed. Jack winced. Lucky and Gruenig were his friends. He clenched his teeth. They would pay.
Jack leaped to his feet, pulling himself upright in a single flowing motion, the metal star still protruding from his forehead. The ninja who had felled his two friends eyed him, blade at the ready.
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The intruder would go for his neck. Jack narrowed his eyes, watching the movement of the blade. The ninja ran at him, holding his blade with both hands above his shoulder, ready to send Jack to his death.
Slash
In that instant, Jack sidestepped, pivoting to his left. Ninjas always underestimated his reflexes. That tended to give him an advantage.
His opponent whirled around, twisting his weight so that he was square with Jack, but he didn’t have time to execute a full slash. Instead, the ninja rammed the point of his blade through Jack’s stomach.
Jack steeled himself. Then he placed both hands on the blade and pulled it further in. There was no pain. It merely felt numb, like it always did.
Then he smelled fear.
The ninja’s eyes widened and he let go of the hilt, turning to run.
Too late.
Jack’s teeth bit down hard as he snapped forward his neck, crunching the shoulder blade of his bewildered opponent. His supernaturally fast reflexes prevented his victim from making off.
Blood dripped from Jack’s mouth, the taste electrifying his body. It felt like he hadn’t eaten in days—or weeks. Rot, he hadn’t eaten in weeks. The blood tasted so good that he reveled in it.
The ninja pushed himself away but couldn’t escape Jack’s grip as he clutched the man’s shoulders on both sides while he burrowed his teeth into the ninja’s flesh.
A slight shift in the wind tingled the hairs on the back of his neck. Rot and ruin, he was enjoying the meal so much. There would be time for that.
He dropped to the ground not a moment too late.
Slash
The swift slice of a katana narrowed missed Jack and instead sliced through the chest of his victim. The man’s mouth gaped as the top half of his body slid off the bottom like a sled over ice.
Jack’s yellow eyes locked onto the ninja who had nearly taken his head off. The man was wearing red with massive shoulder blades and a spiked helmet. Rot, this didn’t look like a typical ninja. He was large, almost seven feet tall, and muscular.
The red ninja closed in on Jack, wielding dual blades each held within the tight grip of a master swordsman.
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