My incubus king gave me permission to share his soul sword writeup
:
“Being Name: King D.
Sword Name: Crimson Bloodletter
Training:
His inner realm is one of massive pillars plated in gold, sharp shapes,
hard edges, and a very bright almost palace like extravagance. As I walk
into it I look around for a moment stunned by the nature of the place I
am taking in. He stands there, his clothing that of a businessman
almost, but with hints of gold through it, his description otherwise
accurate to what was said. He can see I'm taking in the detail and holds
his arms out wide welcoming me to his inner world. I can see why he
chose the clothing he did though, a well fitted dress shirt and pants
are as practical for combat as a Gi, and his are fitted to give him full
range of motion.
I definitely feel out of place, wearing a Gi and a pair of thick sandals.
“Oh don't act like that” he can see I'm taking note of my own clothing
“in here you could change it if you wanted you know.”
I nod, and then smile “nah I'm good like this.” I reply to him politely
and then take a seat.
There is a moment then I explain to him in a thought projected process. In the realms it is easy to send a lot of information at once. He
stands there processing it for a second then nods.
“So a guide, representing my power and will to fight, this should be
entertaining.” He smiles warmly and sits down.
“I think you don't get it, you have to seek it.” I say to him.
“Oh no I understand, but it's already on the way” he smiles again, I
feel like I may be outside of my class structure here and then realize
this is a very polite way of reminding me of our stations, which to be
fair is accurate. I'm many things, but I am not a king in the way he is,
he's flaunting his place in the cosmos. It's a vain thing, but not unwelcome, it's honest in a way, and polite.
He reminds me of a Silicon Valley entrepreneur I once knew. That man had
trained with Shaman, he was a fun match up energetically, so I'm
expecting good things. The ground shatters behind us as I think this and
I teleport a good distance away using my second sight.
“You’re up D!” I say to him, purposefully dropping his title.
He goes to correct me but has to dodge the next attack, the ground
shatters again and I see a massive pole and pick on a chain. It's easily
taller than I am. A hard weapon to wield. The irony is, it's something
similar to a king killer as they used to call warhammers.
His guide is a young girl, she is wearing rags and her skin is pale, she
looks like death itself. The large staff like weapon with the massive
pick and then chain attached floats on her palm.
“You are my wielder?” she asks inquisitively to him. He's to his feet now and begins summoning some kind of golden fire in his palms. She raises her hand and it extinguishes.
“You'll find most of your abilities muted here until you learn to use
me” she smiles cheerfully, almost in an imitation of him.
If she wasn't wielding what looks like a small tree turned into a killing machine this would be funny.
The weapon launches from her hand spiraling fast, too fast, I can barely track its movement. He jumps straight up dodging it and it arcs upward spiraling after him like a helicopter blade out of control.
He twists mid air avoiding the chain wrapping around his foot, places his palm downward and a blast of gold fire appears.
“It seems you can't negate all of my abilities” he says as the flame slams into the weapon and it returns to her hand.
She smiles as it floats in her hand and then drive the weapon into the ground.
He stays floating in the air watching. I take to the air too, feeling
the energy building up, I am not sure what is going to happen but I know
something is coming with this.
The ground explodes again, this time the fragments shooting like bullets
toward King D, none fly toward me and she smiles and nods to me. Guides come in all forms, but she seems very humble, and not as aggressive in some ways as the others. I'm sure D. would argue that giving he is dodging machine gun fire rocks.
Eventually the onslaught stops and his clothing is burned, tattered, and torn. The speed of the rocks was turning them into super heated projectile. That's an impressive feat.
He places his palms forward and the golden fire begins to form again, she raises her hand, I can see in his eyes he is preparing for the fire to extinguish but instead the weapon has shot up out from under the
ground, we'd both lost track of the weapons location. He fires the blast
of flame at her as the weapon slams hard into his back, hammer head side
first. He hits the ground and I can see the pain in his eyes. The flame
hits the guide in a massive burst and she walks through it now landing
on the ground and continuing to walk up to him.
He is getting to his feet now, she extends a hand and he smacks it away.
She nods and kicks him jaw first into the air. He flies high into the
sky and then comes to a stop of his own power. His body begins to glow
with with something like tattoos on it, a script I'm not familiar with.
The guide watches as he creates a sphere, at least one hundred times
more powerful than his last flame blast, condensed into what looks like
a marble that launches at her.
The sphere hits her, the explosion rocks the area, everything is bright
gold and then white instantly after, and then I can see nothing after
that. When my vision returns I see her standing there. He's breathing
heavily, a physical representation of exhaustion, she looks like she
just had tea.
I must have blinked, she in front of him and back hands him into the ground.
I can't help but think this is getting a bit brutal and one sided, he
knows he has to draw on his soul sword, but the guide often takes a form
we do not wish to fully confront, I wonder if he can't bring himself to
step down to a “lower level.”
He lays on the ground for a moment, starts to get to his feet, she is
standing there extending her hand again. He picks himself up and
stumbles backward barely staying on his feet. She buries the weapon into
the ground, but without the explosive force.
She balls up her fist and hits him hard in the jaw, he doesn't fly away,
but she begins to beat on him. He's having trouble standing, and I can
see his legs buckling. I've seen people get beat up like this, he's out
of stamina, he stumbles back from one of the hits. Then suddenly
something in his eyes snaps and his hand reaches up catching her fist,
there is a bright flash of red aura around both of them and he pushes
her backwards. His eyes are clear now, his body is healing quickly with
the soul force energy. He's crossed the first barrier to the Soul Sword,
he can feel the power.
She nods taking a step back and using the chain on it to retrieve her
weapon. He charges at her throwing a series of hard punches, kicks, and even an energy blast. She is on the defensive, not letting him land the
hits, but not taking them head on now. Her weapon comes around wide and
his arm blocks it. The Soul Force moving through him is empowering his
body to fight on her level.
He's holding his own for a few moments as she swings from one side to
the other and he blocks. I wonder how much more he can take of this. The
next hit stumbles him, his aura is growing shaky. She's still swinging
side to side and the next hit is about to land.
He locks eyes with her and whispers “Crimson Bloodletter” holding out
his had as a weapon of almost the same design appears in his hand,
blocking the incoming strike. She smiles and steps back, he swings hard
missing her, she knows the range of the weapon, he's charging and
flailing wildly, his aura becoming red and black. She's forced to block
incoming strikes as he nearly lands a hit. At last he knocks her down,
as she hits the ground hard though she spins and her weapon trips him,
she is back on her feet but he lays there a moment holding onto his weapon.
She extends her hand, and he grasps it, she begins to glow, turning into
an energy absorbed into him, his wounds healing from the connection he
gets on his feet.
I nod and let him know he has a short rest before testing phase begins.
Testing:
We began drawing our weapons, at first I can barely control the power of
my sword, pressure waves of wind and energy coming from a barely defined
blade. I focus on compressing the blade down after a strong slash aimed
at him with the power of the unlocked blade. He blocks the incoming
slash of raw power. My sword now taking the form of a simple katana,
nothing overly fancy, is back under my control. I wanted to test him and
using the raw full power could be more a death sentence than a test.
He stepped back as the wind let up “I was told you wear a suit of armor
normally?”
“Even I train and evolve, the armor just isn't as visible now, you'll see it eventually.”
He nodded, we began proper now.
Launching in toward each other, exchanging blows. His strikes were hard,
and even took me off balance a few times. After an exchange of blows I
felt it was time to really test his ability, the wind began to pick up.
I slashed down hard and the wind seemed to funnel in around him,
sheering wind against wind cutting like a blade, his weapon was pushing
back against the solid air for a moment.
He nodded and charged, the wind from the blade knocking him back with
each cut.
I tried a technique I had not yet perfected, letting go of the sword can
calling on its power, that failed, and he hit me hard into the ground. I
rolled quick, my sword returning to my hand and blocking the next
incoming attack. When I forced his weapon back he hit the ground on the
next swing detonating the ground under me. I called the wind to launch
me upward.
I looked at my sword “what the hell was that?” I asked it.
“You are trying to take control too much” it responded. That technique
requires complete trust, to let go of the weapon and trust its power,
it's not something even I have mastered yet.
I look down at the staff pickaxe/hammer weapon spiraling toward me the
chain trailing behind it.
I slash hard to deflect it and in an instant D. is next to me, his
hand gripping the weapon and swinging down hard, I bring my sword up
with both hands, one on the back edge, the other on the handle, a blast
of cutting air hitting his weapon and spiraling backward.
I land on my feet “fine fine” I mutter under my breath, I take a deep
breath, calm my mind, and the wind begins to flow around me. D charges toward me and swings hard overhand, my blade moves almost on its
own slashing with air coming from the edge, the pressure wave is like a
tornado put on the end of a sword, it launches him skyward and four more
slashes follow. He blocks them but he is high in the air now.
I raise my sword into the classic defensive position, forward, on guard
ready to deflect. The wind moving around me becomes a solid wall of pure
air. I say solid, but that isn't fully accurate, D is fighting against the wind funnel and brings his hammer within a few feet of me before being swept back again.
After a few moments of this I've collected my thoughts and focus. My
sword is a hard one to control, too much control and it loses power, too
little and it lacks substance. It's like trying to hold a thought on the
edge of the mind. Only as a fight progresses do I gain the control fully.
The wind lets up suddenly.
I nod to him and say “Let me see what you can do.”
He aims the head of his weapon toward me like a cannon and it begins to
glow red and black, energy forming in it, shock-waves explode from it,
shaking the fabric of the time space we are in. The force of this
pushing me back, I can feel my whole body shaking, even my sword is
shaking from the power. After a few moments I use my sword to create an
actual wall of wind this time, a true wall, solid, made of elemental
wind. His attack batters it, but doesn't get through.
I think to myself “Good he can take a higher level, lets see how far he
can go.”
The wall vanishes as he lets up the attack. He looks at me and readies
himself. I charge forward, our weapons hit each other hard, his hit
stumbles me and the next his comes racing in and takes me off my feet, a
hit to the head. He brings his weapon over head to finish me, and in an
instant I am behind him using a kind of wind teleportation, in my hand
is only the handle of my sword. He turns and looks at me then sees the
shards of the blade in his body. Blood begins to pour from his wounds,
our bodies glowing with soul force, the sword fragments turn to air and
reform on my blade.
As the last drips of blood hit the ground for both of us we both take a
deep breath and ready for a more intense combat. Our weapons clash, mine
having now moved into a larger, two handed chopping sword that I am
wielding with great force, his glowing bright red and shaking the very
fabric of reality around it as it moves through the air, each hit causes
us both to stumbles back and then rush toward each other again.
After a few collisions like this we're both breathing heavily.
I smile, I'm limbered up enough to really test this now. I let go of my
sword and it vanishes.
He blinks for a moment and then comes barreling at me, his weapon arcing
through the air, it stops inches from my head, the pressure of the air
around me acting like a pure armor.
I rest my hand on his chest and he launches skyward. Not hurt but
definitely surprised that I could control the air this well, or rather,
that my sword and I could work this well together. Mine doesn't like to
show off unless the foe is strong enough, and he's a good match for us.
A red wave of energy emits from his weapon slamming into the ground near
us, and the explosive force sends shrapnel all around. This isn't even
an attack, it's just the excess energy discharging as our weapons both
scream with fury. I can tell he hears his screaming as I do my own.
I hold my hand to the side and a broad sword rapier like blade of pure
solidified air forms. We fly toward each other and our weapons crash
hard into each other again. This time though he is knocked to the ground
and I'm still standing. I land next to him, he's at his limit, the power
in his weapon is still growing, but he can't control it. I rest the tip
of my blade near him, and he can see the very fabric of this plane
shattering like ionized dust around it.
He closes his eyes and begins to belly laugh.
I deactivate my sword, it returning to a katana on my waist.
His weapon becomes a small gold watch on chain, his clothes reformed,
far more gold adorned now, not suited towards battle.
We shake hands, embrace in what can only be called a “manly hug” and I
return to detail the testing phase.
Charles Notes:
The chain on his hammer can bind power, but against a soul sword it
would fail, its one of the reasons he didn't try it very often, against
MOST powers it's efficient, but against another soul sword of superior
power it just escalates the sword to try to hit maximum all at once. His
hammer like staff actually turns matter and energy into a different form
of energy that he can control and direct, with the biggest weakness of
the weapon being it's size. It's best suited as a throwing weapon, or as
a staff, at medium range, and ultra close range is best avoided. I meet
most weapon hits in close to lessen the impact, otherwise the hits from
that would have been sending me flying each and every time.”
I flicked a particle of my energy at the suit of armor and watched as once it made contact it rapidly expanded. It left a large hole in the metal and the thing seemed to finally react, stumbling off balance. I did this again until it crashed to the ground. 
