Boom,
Boom, Boom. The battering ram was loud against the gate, Boom. The
solders waited nervously
in the lines, Boom! This one was louder, the gate would break soon
BOOM!. The only one here not afraid was the courages General Ajine
Light-blade The lion-headed commander was apparently also
lion-hearted, BOOM!!!, CRASH!
The gate was splintering, it
would not hold much longer.
BANG the gate fell the hoards were on them.
Shest
was lonely. There was no doubt. For the first time in his life He
missed someone. He
now realized that In the bandit camp he had never missed even his best friend
everyone was against each
other in
that dreaded place, but with those people he met up with, they were
friends and good ones too. If only there was a way he could bring
them back, maybe meet up with Lucas. While he was thinking these
thoughts, there was something following him silent and almost
invisible it darted from sand hill, to rock trailing him silently
until Shest heard a small rustle and suddenly as he turned to look
for whatever made the noise the thing came out. AAAHG.
Some
ways away from this incident Bon and his fellow prisoners
were trying and failing to get free. Right
now they were trying to get the guard to attack them by insulting him
in ways that
were very very irritating, “Ha you coward” shouted Fenrrir “you
to scared to attack a few chained up prisoners!, you're mummy must
have been glad to get rid of you I bet she is having the time of her
life not having to look at you, you look like a troll zombie who has
never showered and has lived his life in the mud of a Regat's
poop” “and you smell like it too” added Yoen. The tactic would
have worked if not for the fact that the moment the guard gave in the
king came in to see if they would talk. You Lilly livered excuse for
a ruler you not fit to own a grain of sand that has gone through
three eating cycles by Regats”
they had started on the king now. “Give us our weapons and give us
a fair fight for our freedom”. “why would I do that when I've got
you right here?” gloated the King “I could kill you now, anyway I
did not come here to be insulted, Send for the torturer! He called.
Ajine
light-blade was fighting tooth and claw against overwhelming odds, in
both hand a great sword holding
them as if they were as light as rapiers and using them with deadly
accuracy.
He
was surrounded by invading
soldiers
all intent on killing the king
“hold you're position” he roared at his remaining solders. They
had been driven back to the keep manly using archers
to pick them of while the rest who were in fighting condition were
trying to hold the gate to the keep with Ajine at there head, covered
in scars and wounds while the mages were treating the more serious
wounds with their majyk'e. Ajine
was in his element slashing and stabbing,
a great machine of war “they can't last forever” he yelled
“they’ll end sometime”. The defenders had lost scores while the
attackers had lost hundreds Ajine had personally saw to three hundred
and three. He
was jumping left to right dodging
blows from the trolls and stabbing
the in their armpits their weakest
spot. He
blocked a swipe of a blade and cut the owner in two dancing over
his fallen enemies
still swinging
his twin swords the flaming-star and the death-dancer taking down
foes by the dozen, none stood in his path until he had gotten to
their back so he jumped
back into the fray he was jumping dancing dodging, leaping, blocking,
stabbing, lunging, swinging until he got to their own war machine,
General Kosh the old ninja veteran
warrior
they were the show of the battle ground swinging
with their swords neither seeming to tire, they were using back-hand
strikes slices and
feints each only being able to scratch the other fancy blows
complicated block were no longer available just hacking and slashing
A
great show of strength, they were like great wrestlers punching at
each-other in crude yet effective ways neither
gaining the upper hand until Ajine
who was just about to get his advantage of strength to win
slipped on a slanted shield
and fell Kosh walked over to him lifted his sword for the finishing
blow when Ajine rolled to the side knocking
Kosh off of his feet and Kosh fell on his own sword he had dropped.
His leg was chopped off.
One of his remaining worriers carried him away to
safety,
the battle was won but
Kosh was still alive
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