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just a something im working on for my novels... heres a 'starting point' of what i have..
The four battle hardened comrades had led the charge into battle as the snow had started to fall. The frozen ground was slippery, and the winters long blackened days granted their rebellion leaders to have them attack with full force. This was to be the last of their war if they won, and they intended to do so. For if they failed, then their cause, and their people, would be wiped off the face of their world.
The four in the lead were the best of the rebellion; they fought supremely alone, and together, with a massive rebellion behind them, were nearly unstoppable. One, a woman named Kira, who was one of the only women to fight and lived this long, a demon of dark power who had a boiling hatred for the humans she fought against. When she joined the rebellion years ago, stories spread of her past, that she was taken prisoner by some humans, taken across the Azjen Sea, and tortured. Her escape, so it was told, included vivid details of the massacre she let in her wake back to Tanakuri. On her way back, she had picked up a young boy, who now fought at her side.
Zeiros, Kira’s lost pet as some had said. Although she did not condone it. She had found him, the only survivor of some great fight in the south. She told him of the rebellion and he followed along, never once speaking of what had happened and where he had come from. Yet he was not the only one to hide his past. Laakien, the most intelligent of the four warriors, let little to nothing slip about his past. What people knew was that his knowledge was great, and his skills to kill were even greater. The only few people he drew interest towards was Kira, for her sheer ability to kill and control an army, and a young man whom the rebels called, Sikker. He was young, but built like a mountain clad in armor. His allies almost felt pity for the unlucky souls who stood in his way, for anyone who did would soon be turned into a massive bloody pile of flesh and broken bone.
These four had ran hard across the icy ground to meet their enemies, fighting together, axes and swords swinging at human targets, ripping flesh at every strike. Fighting their way into the massive onslaught of human warriors. Kira blocked a high attack with a short blade, thrusting her other sword into her attacker’s stomach. Kicking him into the ground, she pulled her sword and turned as a man struck hard with a sword low for her legs. As she moved back, his blade caught her thigh and tore her skin; she yelled in anger and quickly rid his body of his head, kicking it aside as it cracked off the muddy ground. A moment of calm, she glanced over to Laakien as she blocked another swing…
Duels were easy, one against three, and he liked the odds. Outmatching them with ease, Laakien side stepped away from a blow, and rose his sword to hack off one opponents arm in a graceful arc. He ducked to avoid another blow from the fallen man’s comrades, and quickly spun, catching both men across the knees. They fell in an agonizing scream that was cut short by his blade decapitating the two humans in one swing.
Zeiros was not far behind them, working in a circle pattern, deflecting strikes and attacking when he felt he could. Although he needed much training, he was a fast learner, and limbs fell to the ground at each strike. He was making his way closer to the massacre that laid wake of Sikker’s path…
In his own world, massive trails of bodies seemingly orbiting around him as he moved. His massive fists shattering faces and breaking necks. He swung his massive axe and impaled a man in the chest. Although the man tired to scream, his ribs were crushed into his lungs, and he started to drown in his own blood. Sikker rose the axe and smashed it to the ground, letting the man see the bottom of his boot as his last sight before death.
Although the battle was far from over, Kira gazed around, the rest of the rebels were not far behind them, and she smiled at the thought of victory. A man tried to run past her, and she severed him at the waist as she raised a brow as to why he was running so fast off of the battlegrounds. She looked back at her comrades, noticing that asides from the corpses, the human warriors had cleared an area around them, her gaze fell on Laakien whose eyes widened as he looked past her. His yell was not quick enough, she felt her arm shatter and her ribs crack as something hit her and sent her into the air. The breeze of the frozen air across her face felt soothing as she smashed to the ground at Sikker’s heals.
As he crushed the skull of the last man around him, Sikker turned to see Kira in the mud and pulled her to her feet despite her painful groans. They looked to see the attacker, and their faces grew pale. The thing looked like it was once a normal man, but due to poor knowledge of magic, was horribly stitched back together. Metal plates were burnt and sewn into place on the things chest and arms, its head as high as a tree, and a third arm that gripped an enormous hammer. Its skull was disfigured and scarred, cracked skin gave way to some patches of long blond hair. A deep purple scar ran from the top of its head across its forehead and ended on its cheekbone. One of its eyes was unprotected by a lid, bloody and slowly leaking a greenish yellow puss, its other normal, but full of hate and anger. The creature roared in the middle of the clearing, and the four warriors shared a quiet decision and attacked it, before it charged at them.
Sikker watched the young boy jump at the creatures face, swinging his sword hard at its jaw. Yet the thing simply raised an arm and swatted Zeiros away like a bug, he smashed down backwards on the frozen mud, but quickly rose to his feet, despite the pain the fall had caused him.
Sikker made for the charge as Laakien flanked around its rear. The being tried to smash Sikker with the massive hammer, but he dodged out of the way and swung his axe into the creature’s leg as deep as he could. Yet before he could pull it free, he felt the air brush against his neck, a warning of the huge fist coming to strike him, so he rolled out of the way. He gave way no time before turning around and running back under the creature, he intended on getting his axe back and striking once more.
Laakien snuck far behind the creature, as he saw Sikker strike his axe into the leg, he began running, using the distraction to hide himself. He jumped, leaping into the air wielding both of his longer blades. As he descended, he dug them both deep into one of the shoulders of the creature, and held on tight as the monstrous being tried to swat him off its back. Waiting for a good chance, he left one blade dug into the creatures back, and dropped to the ground with the other in hand. He ran clear of the foot that was flying towards him in an attempted kick from the creature.
Movement of her arm was near impossible, blood gushed down its side from bruised skin, around her arms, and her side was swelling with the blood that ran through internal wounds. Breathing in the cold frozen air, she nearly fell to her knees at the pain that tore through her lungs. Spitting a dark bluish red blood on the ground, she gripped her sword firmly as she caught the eyes of her brothers in arms. They surrounded the being as it writhed around trying to get the sword from its back.
With a nod from the rest, Sikker ran in for his axe once more. Swiftly removing it from the beast’s calf, he spun and quickly chopped downwards on its other leg. The being let out a blood curling scream as its tendons were shaved from muscle and bone and flesh hung loosely from the back of its leg. The thing collapsed onto one knee, and Zeiros took the opportunity to run in once more, striking downwards on the unwounded knee. His sword stuck into its bone, jamming the joint from moving, but the boy did not move fast enough. The monstrous man swung his arm, and Zeiros felt the crushing blow pummel him into the ground. His lungs filled with blood faster than he thought possible, and the agony he was in wouldn’t let him scream. He could not move, but his eyes found Kira and Sikker running to attack the same arm that has caused his injuries, and soon his death.
A rain of blood splashed the ground as one of the large arms splashed into the muddy ground. The creature yelled in a language none of them had heard before, and swung a fist at Kira. She blocked it with a sword, slicing off its hand, yet she fell to her knees clutching her stomach. Looking down, she saw a shine of warn metal protruding just under her chest. Looking at it in disbelief, she felt a boot on her broken shoulder, and the force pushed her to the mud face first. Trying to breath at this point was near pointless, but she forced herself to roll and face her killer. She saw a charge of human warriors come in from the sidelines.
She watched as Sikker fought as hard as she had ever seen him, but as she blinked heavily, her eyes moved to Laakien. He was making his way to her, killing the few men that had reached them, including her killer. As he reached her and looked down to pull her to her feet, she saw Sikker yell, a look of horror on his already angry face. Blood sprayed on her face as a sword found its way into his side and up his chest before pulling backwards. He laughed as he fell to the ground facing Kira. She had faded before him, a malicious smirk etched in his lifeless face.
Sikker let out a yell of anger, and slashed wildly around him at the growing mass of humans. Carelessly letting a lucky warrior shove a short sword in his waist. It slowed him, but he was far from beat. The bleeding out creature let out a guttural groan as it started to fall over, landing inches from where Sikker fought. The shock of the enormous being hitting the ground made him lose his footing and stumble to the ground. He fought off few attackers from his back before rising to his feet. As he rose, he realized he should have stayed down as an axe came swinging around and caught him in the chest. Despite the little armor he wore, he felt the blade of the axe sink into his ribs and lungs. The look of disbelief stretched across his blood soaked face but managed to kick outwards, crushing his attacker’s skull. As he gained footing on the ground, he was over run, swords plunging into his flesh, overly outnumbered, he fell to his death.
***
Watching the chaos unfold just out of reach was wrenching at the hearts of the warriors. The human lines thickened themselves between the rebellion and their four warriors, no matter how many humans fell, they could not reach their friends. A young vampire rode on horseback slashing enemies down at each run, but could not get to his comrades aid, and he had a front row view. Watching their heroes fall at the hands of this beast, and mercilessly assaulted by uncoordinated humans… The vampire was infuriated. As he saw Sikker fall, he made the unwanted call, “Retreat!” his harsh voice echoed dully in the cold air, and the rebel warriors followed his orders, all pale faced and in shock. He was one of the last to leave the battle grounds, watching the humans slowly fall back to their own lines. Telling his leaders the news of their greatest warrior’s deaths would not be an easy task…
The four battle hardened comrades had led the charge into battle as the snow had started to fall. The frozen ground was slippery, and the winters long blackened days granted their rebellion leaders to have them attack with full force. This was to be the last of their war if they won, and they intended to do so. For if they failed, then their cause, and their people, would be wiped off the face of their world.
The four in the lead were the best of the rebellion; they fought supremely alone, and together, with a massive rebellion behind them, were nearly unstoppable. One, a woman named Kira, who was one of the only women to fight and lived this long, a demon of dark power who had a boiling hatred for the humans she fought against. When she joined the rebellion years ago, stories spread of her past, that she was taken prisoner by some humans, taken across the Azjen Sea, and tortured. Her escape, so it was told, included vivid details of the massacre she let in her wake back to Tanakuri. On her way back, she had picked up a young boy, who now fought at her side.
Zeiros, Kira’s lost pet as some had said. Although she did not condone it. She had found him, the only survivor of some great fight in the south. She told him of the rebellion and he followed along, never once speaking of what had happened and where he had come from. Yet he was not the only one to hide his past. Laakien, the most intelligent of the four warriors, let little to nothing slip about his past. What people knew was that his knowledge was great, and his skills to kill were even greater. The only few people he drew interest towards was Kira, for her sheer ability to kill and control an army, and a young man whom the rebels called, Sikker. He was young, but built like a mountain clad in armor. His allies almost felt pity for the unlucky souls who stood in his way, for anyone who did would soon be turned into a massive bloody pile of flesh and broken bone.
These four had ran hard across the icy ground to meet their enemies, fighting together, axes and swords swinging at human targets, ripping flesh at every strike. Fighting their way into the massive onslaught of human warriors. Kira blocked a high attack with a short blade, thrusting her other sword into her attacker’s stomach. Kicking him into the ground, she pulled her sword and turned as a man struck hard with a sword low for her legs. As she moved back, his blade caught her thigh and tore her skin; she yelled in anger and quickly rid his body of his head, kicking it aside as it cracked off the muddy ground. A moment of calm, she glanced over to Laakien as she blocked another swing…
Duels were easy, one against three, and he liked the odds. Outmatching them with ease, Laakien side stepped away from a blow, and rose his sword to hack off one opponents arm in a graceful arc. He ducked to avoid another blow from the fallen man’s comrades, and quickly spun, catching both men across the knees. They fell in an agonizing scream that was cut short by his blade decapitating the two humans in one swing.
Zeiros was not far behind them, working in a circle pattern, deflecting strikes and attacking when he felt he could. Although he needed much training, he was a fast learner, and limbs fell to the ground at each strike. He was making his way closer to the massacre that laid wake of Sikker’s path…
In his own world, massive trails of bodies seemingly orbiting around him as he moved. His massive fists shattering faces and breaking necks. He swung his massive axe and impaled a man in the chest. Although the man tired to scream, his ribs were crushed into his lungs, and he started to drown in his own blood. Sikker rose the axe and smashed it to the ground, letting the man see the bottom of his boot as his last sight before death.
Although the battle was far from over, Kira gazed around, the rest of the rebels were not far behind them, and she smiled at the thought of victory. A man tried to run past her, and she severed him at the waist as she raised a brow as to why he was running so fast off of the battlegrounds. She looked back at her comrades, noticing that asides from the corpses, the human warriors had cleared an area around them, her gaze fell on Laakien whose eyes widened as he looked past her. His yell was not quick enough, she felt her arm shatter and her ribs crack as something hit her and sent her into the air. The breeze of the frozen air across her face felt soothing as she smashed to the ground at Sikker’s heals.
As he crushed the skull of the last man around him, Sikker turned to see Kira in the mud and pulled her to her feet despite her painful groans. They looked to see the attacker, and their faces grew pale. The thing looked like it was once a normal man, but due to poor knowledge of magic, was horribly stitched back together. Metal plates were burnt and sewn into place on the things chest and arms, its head as high as a tree, and a third arm that gripped an enormous hammer. Its skull was disfigured and scarred, cracked skin gave way to some patches of long blond hair. A deep purple scar ran from the top of its head across its forehead and ended on its cheekbone. One of its eyes was unprotected by a lid, bloody and slowly leaking a greenish yellow puss, its other normal, but full of hate and anger. The creature roared in the middle of the clearing, and the four warriors shared a quiet decision and attacked it, before it charged at them.
Sikker watched the young boy jump at the creatures face, swinging his sword hard at its jaw. Yet the thing simply raised an arm and swatted Zeiros away like a bug, he smashed down backwards on the frozen mud, but quickly rose to his feet, despite the pain the fall had caused him.
Sikker made for the charge as Laakien flanked around its rear. The being tried to smash Sikker with the massive hammer, but he dodged out of the way and swung his axe into the creature’s leg as deep as he could. Yet before he could pull it free, he felt the air brush against his neck, a warning of the huge fist coming to strike him, so he rolled out of the way. He gave way no time before turning around and running back under the creature, he intended on getting his axe back and striking once more.
Laakien snuck far behind the creature, as he saw Sikker strike his axe into the leg, he began running, using the distraction to hide himself. He jumped, leaping into the air wielding both of his longer blades. As he descended, he dug them both deep into one of the shoulders of the creature, and held on tight as the monstrous being tried to swat him off its back. Waiting for a good chance, he left one blade dug into the creatures back, and dropped to the ground with the other in hand. He ran clear of the foot that was flying towards him in an attempted kick from the creature.
Movement of her arm was near impossible, blood gushed down its side from bruised skin, around her arms, and her side was swelling with the blood that ran through internal wounds. Breathing in the cold frozen air, she nearly fell to her knees at the pain that tore through her lungs. Spitting a dark bluish red blood on the ground, she gripped her sword firmly as she caught the eyes of her brothers in arms. They surrounded the being as it writhed around trying to get the sword from its back.
With a nod from the rest, Sikker ran in for his axe once more. Swiftly removing it from the beast’s calf, he spun and quickly chopped downwards on its other leg. The being let out a blood curling scream as its tendons were shaved from muscle and bone and flesh hung loosely from the back of its leg. The thing collapsed onto one knee, and Zeiros took the opportunity to run in once more, striking downwards on the unwounded knee. His sword stuck into its bone, jamming the joint from moving, but the boy did not move fast enough. The monstrous man swung his arm, and Zeiros felt the crushing blow pummel him into the ground. His lungs filled with blood faster than he thought possible, and the agony he was in wouldn’t let him scream. He could not move, but his eyes found Kira and Sikker running to attack the same arm that has caused his injuries, and soon his death.
A rain of blood splashed the ground as one of the large arms splashed into the muddy ground. The creature yelled in a language none of them had heard before, and swung a fist at Kira. She blocked it with a sword, slicing off its hand, yet she fell to her knees clutching her stomach. Looking down, she saw a shine of warn metal protruding just under her chest. Looking at it in disbelief, she felt a boot on her broken shoulder, and the force pushed her to the mud face first. Trying to breath at this point was near pointless, but she forced herself to roll and face her killer. She saw a charge of human warriors come in from the sidelines.
She watched as Sikker fought as hard as she had ever seen him, but as she blinked heavily, her eyes moved to Laakien. He was making his way to her, killing the few men that had reached them, including her killer. As he reached her and looked down to pull her to her feet, she saw Sikker yell, a look of horror on his already angry face. Blood sprayed on her face as a sword found its way into his side and up his chest before pulling backwards. He laughed as he fell to the ground facing Kira. She had faded before him, a malicious smirk etched in his lifeless face.
Sikker let out a yell of anger, and slashed wildly around him at the growing mass of humans. Carelessly letting a lucky warrior shove a short sword in his waist. It slowed him, but he was far from beat. The bleeding out creature let out a guttural groan as it started to fall over, landing inches from where Sikker fought. The shock of the enormous being hitting the ground made him lose his footing and stumble to the ground. He fought off few attackers from his back before rising to his feet. As he rose, he realized he should have stayed down as an axe came swinging around and caught him in the chest. Despite the little armor he wore, he felt the blade of the axe sink into his ribs and lungs. The look of disbelief stretched across his blood soaked face but managed to kick outwards, crushing his attacker’s skull. As he gained footing on the ground, he was over run, swords plunging into his flesh, overly outnumbered, he fell to his death.
***
Watching the chaos unfold just out of reach was wrenching at the hearts of the warriors. The human lines thickened themselves between the rebellion and their four warriors, no matter how many humans fell, they could not reach their friends. A young vampire rode on horseback slashing enemies down at each run, but could not get to his comrades aid, and he had a front row view. Watching their heroes fall at the hands of this beast, and mercilessly assaulted by uncoordinated humans… The vampire was infuriated. As he saw Sikker fall, he made the unwanted call, “Retreat!” his harsh voice echoed dully in the cold air, and the rebel warriors followed his orders, all pale faced and in shock. He was one of the last to leave the battle grounds, watching the humans slowly fall back to their own lines. Telling his leaders the news of their greatest warrior’s deaths would not be an easy task…