The Cold Shoulder
15:35 Nov 20 2009
Times Read: 578
The Cold Shoulder
By Rev. Seven
The club was really packed that night, and Cristoff had the crowd movin to the beat of bands like Blutengel and Funker Vogt. It was Cybergoth night at Flux and Cris was loving every minute of it.
Ahhh, another great night at work, he thought. Nothing could mess this up.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, he heard a loud explosion and saw part of the wall busted down and a bunch of Outcasts pourin through. Aw, shit, why did these idiots have to mess me up…
“BLUTENGEL!!! I KNOW YOU HANG AROUND HERE, WHERE ARE YOU!? WE HAVE SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS!”
Damn it! I know that voice… it’s FrostFire. I have to get him away from these people. I better move it and get into costume before anyone gets hurt. Cristoff sneaks away and gets into his costume.
“Here I am, Frosty, now how about we take this somewhere a little more private?”
“What? And deprive these people of seeing one of their beloved heroes get his ass handed to him? I don’t think so… get him Outcasts!” Just then, one of the gang fired a lightning bolt at Blu, which he just barely dodged. Ok, gotta make sure those don’t touch me, or I might be in for a shocking experience… Another Outcast picks up a broken piece of the wall and hurls it at Blu, which he easily ducks under and then uses his telekinesis powers to levitate the debris just above a clubgoer it almost crushed. “EVERYONE, GET OUT OF HERE!!!” Just as he yells that, he looks over at FrostFire and gets kicked in the face by a big white foot. Damn! Now I have to deal with these Outcast jokers and Frosty’s little pet snowman… If that thing’s here, his little fire imp is probably here too.
“Alright, my turn now!” yells Blu, as he flies up in the air. Yep, just as I thought, there’s the little critter now… “Yo FrostFire, how about a little of your own medicine?” He telekinetically lifts up the snowman and the fire creature and throws them at FrostFire. The hit knocks him to the ground and has him seein stars. YES! He’s out, I---
Just as he was savoring his victory, one of the Outcasts grabbed another piece of the broken wall and threw it at Blu, which knocks him down to the ground and out of the fight. The Outcast then picks up another large piece of debris and drops it on top of him. “Good work, my Outcasts, we have now gotten our revenge on Blutengel for beating me back at our base.”
Several hours later, Blu wakes up and crawls out from under the rubble. Well, that really sucked. He pulls out a little device and presses a button on it. “This is Blutengel to base. Anyone there?”
“Yeah Blu, what’s up?”
“Hey Darkkeepr, is there anyone near King’s Row? I was DJing at Flux and FrostFire busted in to the place. Left me lyin under some of the debris, probably thinking I’m dead or something. I could use some assistance getting back, I’m havin a hard time movin around.”
“Yeah, I believe Diabolical Inferno and Bipolar Man are working a case in Kings right now, and I think Bio Chem isn’t doing anything right now, so I’ll send him over to help too, he’s still kinda new and could use the experience.”
“Alright, thanks, Blutengel out.”
A few minutes later, Diabolical Inferno and Bipolar Man show up, and as usual, Bipolar Man looks like he’s depressed about something.
“Hey Inferno, long time no see. What’s up with him? He’s been unusually happy recently, now he looks like crap.”
“Heh, the poor bastard thought I was dead and was ready to give up the hero business till I showed up a few nights ago. Now he’s all depressed cuz you’re hurt and he’s worried you won’t get better. I called him an emo kid and now he won’t talk to me. So, I heard we got some new guy comin to help.. uh, Bio Chem right?”
“Yeah, decent guy, still a little wet behind the ears though.”
“HEY! I heard that! I may be new to this hero stuff, but I don’t think I’m doing too bad of a job. Now give me a second and I’ll try to heal your wounds.” As Bio Chem said that, he held his hands out to his side and a bright green light emanated from his body. “So, how are you feeling now Blu?”
“Surprisingly a lot better, and ready for round 3 with FrostFire. You guys wanna tag along?”
Inferno and Bio both shake their head yes, but Bipolar Man still looked a little bit down. “Aw, come on, B-Man, we’ve been working together for how long now and you think I was being serious? I was only joking when I called you an emo kid, now let’s get moving, Blu needs our help!”
“…Ok.”
“So, Inferno, you used to work for the other side, where do you think Frosty is now?”
“Well, from what you said, FrostFire thinks that you’re dead, so he probably went back to his old base in the Hollows.”
“Alright then, let’s go.”
Back at the Outcast base, FrostFire is sitting back, gloating about his victory. “Hahaha, good, I finally got my revenge on Blutengel, he will no longer be a threat to the Outcasts!” Just then, one of his men radios in…
“Boss! We got company… it’s Blutengel, and he’s got some friends with him… we need so—“
“Hey there Frosty, sorry, I’m not, ya know, dead and all… heh, better luck next time.” Before FrostFire had the chance to say anything, the heroes burst through the door.
“Hey buds, remember me?”
“What the…? Diabolical Inferno? I thought I killed you months ago!”
“Nope, I survived and decided to take an extended vacation. Once I heard you were back out and comin after my teammates though, I just had to make an appearance.”
“Wait a minute… you were the one that sent Inferno away? I thought he was dead all this time and you were the reason for it!? Oh, I’m mad now!!!” Bipolar Man rushes at FrostFire and nearly misses. Following his lead, the other 3 heroes spring into action. Blutengel hypnotizes one of the Outcasts and Inferno runs in and slashes at him with a fire sword. Bio Chem fires a beam of radioactivity at the ice above another Outcast and causes the ice and snow to drop on him. “Haha, looks like I got the drop on you!” Another Outcast rips up a giant piece of ice from the ground and throws it at Bipolar Man. “Are you stupid or somethin’? I can create ice just as well as Frosty can!” Bipolar Man holds his arm out in front of him and an ice bridge starts forming and connects with the block in the air. He then jumps onto the bridge and slides across and dives onto the Outcast. After he gets back up, he covers the Outcast in ice, leaving his face uncovered to breathe.
“Alright, FrostFire, all of your friends are gone, and my friends here can easily get rid of your pets, so how about we end this peacefully, so as you don’t get yourself hurt?”
“I’m not going down without a fight!”
“OK then… you asked for it…” FrostFire then covered his hands in ice and rushed at Bio Chem, punching him square on the jaw, and knocking him out. “Well, there’s one of you down.” He then turned to face Bipolar Man, who punched FrostFire in the gut with ice covered fists as well. “Heh, anything you can do, I can do better!” exclaimed Bipolar Man. “Aw, quit with the clichés already, you emo kid!” said Diabolical Inferno. “Alright Frosty, time to end this!” Blutengel walks up to FrostFire and uses his telepathic powers to send a psychic dart into the mind of FrostFire, leaving him unconscious.
Blutengel then pulls our his communicator, “Hey, Dark, you still at the base?”
“Yeah, I’m here, how are you holding up?”
“A lot better thanks to Bio Chem, but I can’t say the same for FrostFire… or Bio Chem either. Can you contact the police and tell em we need a clean up crew here?”
“Good job, now bring Bio Chem back so he can rest, the police can handle the rest.”
“Yup, we’ll be there in a few. Blutengel out. So, Inferno, you gonna stay on and help us or are ya gonna go back on yer ‘extended vacation’?”
“Eh, after seein this big lug here, I think I might stick around for a while.”
“Alrighty guys, let’s head back home.”
The End
The Dark Assassin 2
15:29 Nov 20 2009
Times Read: 582
The Dark Assassin 2 by Rev. Seven
He looked down at the shield by his feet. The Disciple had just completed a mission assigned to him weeks before. He lifted the object and looked it over, trying to figure out what kind of enchantments were placed on it. He strapped the shield over his back and turned to leave. He walked straight past a guard who was so shocked by what he had just seen that he actually jumped back in fear when he saw the assassin. The Disciple had no trouble exiting the castle, most of the people in it were too frightened to even think of trying to attack him.
After he had left, he headed for the secluded home of Boteni to report on his mission and get his pay. Several long hours later, he stopped to set up camp. That night, while he was sleeping, 3 burly men came into his encampment and went around trying to loot the mercenary, obviously not knowing who they were attempting to steal from. One of the men found the shield and stopped to regard it. As he drew near, the shield began to emit an eerie glow. The glow became so bright that it began to sting the thief's eyes, and he screamed from the pain. The Disciple heard the screaming and quickly gathered his weapons and ran out to meet his enemy.
"Who goes there!!!", cried the assassin.
Again, he heard screaming from the men and turned to see what was going on. He saw the light out of the corner of his eye. As he turned more to look at it, the light began to diminish.
"What kind of magic was put on that thing?", the Disciple asked under his breath. He ran towards the light and found the three men running around screaming, hands covering their eyes.
"Hmm... amateurs, haha." As he said that, he approached the blinded men and grabbed his equipment.
"Thtop! We aw hew to wob you!", one of the would-be thieves cried, obviously drunk. With that, the man got a kick in the gut. When the Disciple was satisfied that the man was unconscious, he knelt down and looted the man's body.
"Hmm, I might as well pack up and get out of here before they are able to see again." The mercenary quickly gathered his belongings and set back out on his journey to see the merchant Boteni and get his pay.
About a week later, he finally found the old man's home and pounded on the door, demanding to see the man. Several minutes passed before Boteni finally got to the door. He was a short, round man, probably in his late 50's or so. He used to be a rich merchant who owned an honest trading shop in the town of Silvershield. One day, many years ago, while he was at his shop, some thieves broke in and attacked him, he fought them off, but ended up severely injured. It turned out that the men were working for the dark prince Gaff. They were told to attack any merchants that they came across, so that when the prince acceded to the throne, only him and his guards would have weapons and armor, and they wouldn't have to worry too much about rebellion. That was when Boteni came out here to recuperate from his injuries until he found some way to get back at the prince. Several years passed, and then that's when he met the mercenary Disciple. Several weeks ago, the Disciple broke into the castle and fought off the prince, finally putting him out of his misery and ending his reign of terror before it really had a chance to start.
"Hmm, by seeing that you are here before me, a little bruised but alive, you must have defeated the prince. I thank you for that, now how much did I say I would pay you? I don't remember?", the merchant asked.
"If I remember correctly, 500 gold pieces.", the Disciple said.
"OK, please come in and I will get it for you. Please sit back and relax.", Boteni said. The Disciple sat down and a couple of minutes later, Boteni came in and handed 500 gold pieces to him.
"Here you go, again, I thank you for what you did.", he said.
"Wait, before I go, I have something to ask."
"Yes, what is it?"
"Well, you are a merchant, and most merchants have the ability to appraise items pretty well. While I was in the castle, I found this shield. There are some enchantments on it, but I am unsure of what they are, could you please try to figure it out for me?" The Disciple hands the man the shield.
"Hmm... interesting. Please stay here tonight, and I will look it over."
The Disciple agreed, and Boteni showed him to his room. The next day, when the mercenary woke up, he went searching for Boteni. He found the old man outside trying to decipher the magic that had been placed upon the shield. Boteni saw the Disciple out of the corner of his eye.
"Ah, I see you are up bright and early. I am truly sorry, but I cannot figure this shield out. I have a friend who lives several miles away, however, who might be able to help you out. He is a mage, so he should be knowledgeable about such things." Boteni then hands the shield back to Disciple. "The mage's home is in my old hometown of Silvershield to the south of here, his name is Roric. Just tell him that you are a friend of mine and he should help you. He was always stingy, though, so give him this." The merchant hands the mercenary a golden flask. "If he refuses to believe you, show this to him. Goodbye, Disciple, and good luck."
The Disciple thanked the old man and went on his way. Just a few days later, the mercenary found the town he was looking for. When he tried to enter, he noticed that something is amiss. There were no guards manning the front gate. As he looked around the town, he noticed some blood marks on the ground and started to hear the faint sound of battle. He quickly ran towards the noise to find out exactly what was going on. Finally, he got to the other side of town and noticed several of the town guards lying on the ground, either dead or severely injured. He walked to one of the still living guards and knelt down beside him to figure out who or what did this to him. Once he knelt down, the guard mumbled something and pointed behind the Disciple. The mercenary quickly produced his weapons and turned around to face two hobgoblins and a kobold. The first hobgoblin came in a flash, twirling his mace above his head, getting ready to strike.
The Disciple got ready to block the attack, when all of a sudden, the hobgoblin stopped its charge. Its face turned into one of pure disgust and he turned around to see both of his companions dead and a mage standing next to them chanting a spell. The stupid creature turned toward the mage and dared to raise his weapon above his head. When he did that, however, a magic missile tore straight through his body, and all the doomed creature saw after that was darkness.
"Ah, you must be the Disciple, I saw you in my scrying ball coming towards here, please state your purpose, for we have very little time to waste right now, as you can see." the mage said.
"Yes, I am the one known as the Disciple. I am here to see a man by the name of Roric."
"I am Roric, what is it that you wish of me?"
"I have found some weird magical shield and have brought it here to be identified. Oh, I almost forgot, a man by the name of Boteni gave this to me and asked me to bring this to you." The Disciple then hands the the golden flask to the mage.
"Hmm... if Boteni is a friend of yours, then as am I. You must wait a little while for me to help, however, for if you haven't noticed, we are under attack. You are welcome to join us, we are a little outnumbered, although, right now, it's all just cowardly kobolds."
"Sounds easy enough.", and as he said that, he started searching for the smelly little things. Very soon after, he ran into four kobolds who were getting ready to torch a building. The mercenary drew his swords and killed two of them in one attack. The other two turned and saw him, their expressions of true terror. One of the two dropped his torch and turned to run, but before it had the chance, the mercenary grabbed it by the tail and threw it into the other, this time both kobolds ran.
Several minutes later, he heard the sound of some weird barking noise, and he started searching the perimeter of the building next to him. He found two kobolds holding Roric captive and laughing in his face. The Disciple then searched in his pack and produced a small dagger, with which he threw at the kobold that held the mage. The dagger hit the kobold directly in the arm and made him loosen his grip on the man. The mage quickly took advantage of the situation and swung his elbow backwards and caught the creature right in the jaw taking it right down. Then the mage started chanting and sent several magic missiles at the other kobold, killing it. Just as the thing fell to the ground, one of the city's guardsmen ran up to him.
"The kobolds have fled the city, and thankfully, there are very few deaths on our part." The guardsmen said.
"Good, I will try to come up with some warding spell to keep those little pests away from now on." The mage said back.
Suddenly the guardsman noticed the Disciple by the wall. "Hey, you there! Be ye friend or foe?"
"Hail good guardsman, I am a friend, I have come to speak with Roric." The Disciple cried.
"Do not worry, sir, he has helped us in our battle and has just saved my life." said Roric.
"Hmm, alright, we, the people of Silvershield welcome you, for now. Let it be known, however, that you will be watched." With that, the guard turned and went back to his post.
"Well, Disciple, is it? Please come with me."
The mage started chanting in some wierd ancient language and summoned a portal in front of him and stepped through, with the Disciple following him in soon after. Suddenly, the whole world seemed to twist and distort around the two for a few seconds, leaving the Disciple feeling a little sick to his stomach from it. Finally, when the teleportation was complete, the mage and the mercenary appeared in a large room adorned with many shelves holding lots of books (most likely containing many of the mage's spells). Roric then pointed out in front of him and a fair sized desk appeared with a candelabras in the middle of it and an altar to the side of it. The wizard took a seat on one side of the desk and motioned for the mercenary to take a seat on the opposite side of him.
"Now, down to business. What was it that you wanted of me?"
"Oh, yes, I would like to know about this shield I have here. I found it on one of my many adventures, but I have never seen anything like this before." With that, he hands the shield over to the mage.
"Hmm, I have seen something like this before in one of my books, but I have paid it no heed thinking that it would never be found. Hold on a second and I will retrieve the book so we could see if this truly is it." The wizard then gets up and starts looking around at his shelves, finally coming back with one large book with a silver lock on the side of it.
"Ah, here it is, now let's see." He opens the lock and starts looking through the book. After looking for a few minutes, he stops at a page and begins looking back and forth between the page and the shield.
"Where did you say you found this!?"
"Castle Horlbar, Boteni sent me on a mission to eliminate the Dark Prince Gaff, and during the battle, I found this on the ground."
"This shield is the shield of a Death Knight, it feeds off of the power of its victims and protects its owner by emitting a blinding light when anyone tries stealing it. When you found it, the original owner must have been destroyed and it has found a new owner in you. If I were you, however, I would destroy this shield as soon as possible. When one of these are taken from where the Knight was killed at, the original owner will be resurrected to come after whomever it was that stole his item."
"Bah, Death Knights? With what I have fought before, I can probably best one of them easily."
"Hmm, brave one, are we? Please stay here for the night, so I can try and find out more about these creatures."
"Hmm, alright, I'm feeling a little woozy after that fight and that teleportation thing that you did."
Sure enough, that night, while the Disciple was sleeping, a Death Knight appeared in Castle Horlbar and came riding toward the town of Silvershield on his steed, an undead Nightmare.
The next morning, Roric came running to the room that the mercenary was sleeping in. "Disciple! Wake up, I have some urgent news."
"Yes, what is it, Roric?"
"Well, I was reading more about that shield you have found and have learned that the one you possess is no regular Death Knight shield, but that its original owner was actually Sandro, the necromancer."
"San-what? Ah, what should I care, like I said, with the things that I have battled before, this should be pretty simple."
"I think not. You see, many years ago, before Sandro was reincarnated into a Death Knight, he would go out on his steed and use his magic to reanimate the dead and terrorize towns just for laughs. Sandro was constantly surrounded by undead skeletons and ghouls to make sure he was safe from any attackers, although, one night while Sandro was going around with his little army, a man perched up in a tree was able to get a real lucky shot with his crossbow and killed the necromancer. After he was shot, one of his zombie minions was able to throw a stone up into the tree and knock the crossbowman off and in front of a waiting skeleton with a sword in its hand. The helpless crossbowman was beheaded and his body just simply vanished."
"If his remains disappeared, how did people know he was beheaded?"
"Some family went out into the woods to pick some berries and found his head hanging from a tree with a dagger protruding from it right between the eyes. His crossbow was on the ground next to him with several bolts lying next to it."
"Hmm, that must've been a nice thing for the children to see. Sickening..."
"From what I have heard, the undead creatures somehow reanimated the crossbowman and the necromancer, turning the necromancer into a death knight and the crossbowman into one of the necromancers' minions. And, as the book says, one of the skeletons taught the crossbowman how to use a sword and ride a horse and that the necromancer sent him to some town called Sleepy something, hmm... can't exactly remember what that name was."
"Hmm, I think I have heard of that thing."
"Just please, if this creature comes to you, be careful."
"I will, thank you Roric, but I must be leaving now. I don't want any harm to come to this village if this thing is coming after me."
With that, the Disciple gets up, gives a low bow to his new friend and turns to exit when all of a sudden the door to the room closes with a loud bang. "What was that!?", the Disciple yelled. Just as the words slipped out of his mouth, the death knight Sandro appears right behind Roric and stabs him in the back of the neck and watched as he fell to the ground, quite dead.
"Give me my belongings or you shall share a similar fate as your little friend." Said in a low, gruff tone.
"Yeah, right, you want the shield you'll have to go through me first!" Cried the mercenary. When he said that, he picked up his swords from the ground and stood staring at the undead creature defiantly and without any fear.
The death knight got off his steed and charged in at the Disciple, sword tip lowered as if to skewer him. The Disciple parried the attack with his left sword and lunged his right sword out in front of him stabbing through Sandro's chest but was shocked as the wound healed as he pulled his sword out. After the wound was fully healed, Sandro smiled at the mercenary and made a quick diagonal slice at the Disciple. The ever-nimble mercenary easily dodged to the side as the attack came up and made on of his own, making a large gash on the creature's arm, which healed just like the other wound did.
Now, the mercenary was getting a little worried and confused. "How can I kill this thing?" the mercenary mumbled under his breath. Then the Disciple recalled a conversation he heard once in a tavern by someone who fought an undead creature before and remembered how the man said he defeated it. Feeling confident that this might work, he turned to the creature who was still smiling at him and kicked the sword right out of the death knight's hands. As Sandro turned to look for it, the mercenary kicked the thing right in the gut and as it bent down from the blow, the Disciple tossed one of his swords aside, held his other high above his head and sliced down, cleanly beheading the creature. When he did that, the shield began glowing and the body of the necromancer started to float towards it. When it got to the shield, a white light started shining and the necromancer's body disappeared. After the body was gone, a single white light came out of the side of the shield and covered the body of Roric, what it was doing, the mercenary was unsure of. When the shield finally stopped glowing, the mage's body began to move a little bit.
"Roric! You're alive!" The Disciple cried.
"W... What... happened? The death knight is dead?" Asked the old mage.
"Heh, heh, heh, I told you not to worry about that stupid thing." Laughed the mercenary.
"Thank you, Disciple. Again you have saved my life and now I owe you twice. Now that you have defeated Sandro, the shield is now yours and you do not have to worry about that death knight again."
The End
The Dark Assassin
15:27 Nov 20 2009
Times Read: 583
The Dark Assassin By Rev. Seven
He was walking through the shadows without a sound. He was a pretty tall man, about 5'9" and weighed approximately 160 pounds, with short but thick brown hair. He was wearing a long black cloak with the hood down low on his head. He was carrying two sheaths on his belt, in them were two long swords. He was also wearing magical chain mail which can not be destroyed. The mercenary was assigned this mission just a few days ago by a man named Boteni. No one knew what his real name is, all they know is that he calls himself The Disciple. His mission is to infiltrate castle Horlbar and assassinate the dark prince Gaff before he accedes to the throne and sends the kingdom into total anarchy.
Around the corner, he sees a palace guard wearily standing watch outside the castle gates. As a distraction, the mercenary picks up a rather large rock from the ground and throws it out in front of the guard, making a small whistling noise as it flew through the air and a large boom as it hit the ground. The sound startle the half awake guard and caused him to fumble around for his awl pike. Once he caught hold of it again, he called for reinforcements and ran off in the opposite direction of the assassin searching for the cause of the noise. As soon as the guard was out of sight, the mercenary ran to get inside of the castle before the guard came back. When he got to the castle gate, he took one quick glance back around to make sure no guards were anywhere in sight. Satisfied that nobody was out there, he turned around to go further in but was met by a tall but skinny man carrying a pike in his hands and a dagger on his belt.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?", asked the guard.
"I'm here to get rid of Prince Gaff before he becomes king, now get out of the way knave, before I'm forced to cut you down as well!" said The Disciple, while drawing his swords. Upon seeing this, the guard swung his pike around to hit the nimble mercenary, but the attack was too clumsy and the assassin easily stopped it with one of his swords. When he did that, he also broke the pike. The guard reached for his dagger but was stopped short when the mercenary put his other sword against the guard's throat. The guard thought that he was surely dead when all of a sudden the mercenary's head abruptly jerked up and his body fell to the floor unconscious. When the guard finally found out what happened, he became very releived.
"Thanks Montolio", the guard said to the person that helped him.
Montolio was a little taller than the mercenary, he was about 5'11". He was also a guard at the castle.
"No nee to thank me, Jondalar, it's my job to ensure the safety of the king and prince." When he said that, the two guards stripped the mercenary of his weapons and put him in a jail cell. Afterwards, they went to the king and reported everything that happened.
Several hours later, the man known as the Disciple woke up and was wondering what he was doing in a cell. He stood up and a guard noticed him move.
"Heh, finally awake, eh? Yer comin' with me!", said the guard. He opened up the cell and roughly grabbed the mercenary's arm. He dragged him down the hall, every once in a while slapping him across the face when they were around people just to embarass the mercenary more.
Finally, they came into a large throne room where the king and prince sat and waited. When the two men walked in the room, the guard looked at the king and dropped into a low bow.
"Ah, back with us then, huh, good...", the king said. The king got up from his throne and took a good look at the man standing in front of him. "Hmmm.... Aren't you the one that people call 'The Disciple'?"
"Yes, that is I"
"Then, pray tell, why are you here?"
"I have been ordered to kill the prince!"
When he said that, everyone in the room gasped. The king, with a flustered look on his face ordered that the assassin be put to death, but the guards stopped quickly when they heard Gaff mumbling something behind them. They turned around and saw the dark prince was standing now with his arms upraised and his hands glowing a bright purple and almost dropped the assassin because of fright. Seeing that the two guards were not paying attention to him, the Disciple kicked at one of their legs and untied the ropes from his hands. The dark prince stopped his mumbling and shot his hands out in the direction of the mercenary and a giant blast of energy came flying at the elusive assassin. The Disciple quickly jumped to one side and the blast flew right by him. The guards, having no clue what's going on but remaining loyal to their prince, attacked the mercenary. Knowing what happened to their friend's pike because of the assassin, they both drew out swords and came in at the mercenary.
The Disciple ducked under one shot and tried to run to the opposite corner of the room but was stopped short by a guard waving a sword menacingly at him. The guard swung at the mercenary but his arm was caught by the mercenary's firm grip. The assassin quickly turned to the side and threw the guard into his clumsy partner and watched as both guards fell to the ground in pain. He turned and ran again, this time finally reaching the other side of the room. When he got there he noticed something silver to his right and walked towards it. When he got there, he found his swords and scabbards hung up on a wall. He grabbed them and frantically replaced them on his belt. He drew his swords and defiantly strode back into the throne room. Once this mercenary is assigned a mission, he obligates himself to see it through.
Somewhere in the middle of the room, a guard threw a spear at the assassin, but it fell short. After he threw it, he yelled for more guards and other fighters loyal to the king and prince to come and help him. Almost in response to what the guard said, the prince again started mumbling something, this time louder and more confident. The prince raised his hands and again shot them out towards the mercenary, this time the blast grazed the side of the assassin's fine chain mail, leaving not even a scratch, although the force of the blow did rock the sly mercenary back a few feet.
After the blast hit the mercenary, it continued traveling on until it hit a wall, which made a pretty large explosion. After seeing that, all the guards, peasants, and even the king himself ran screaming out of the room.
"Ah, I see that we are alone now, heh heh heh", said the prince with a low melancholy voice.
"Have at you, then!", cried the mercenary. All of a sudden, the assassin leaped at the prince, sword tips leading the way. As soon as he got within a few feet of his intended target, the prince disappeared out of the way and reappeared on the other side of the room. He began to mumble again, even louder than the last two. The mercenary looked around him and noticed a shield on the ground and sheathed one of his swords. He lifted up the shield and turned to face the price. When he turned around, he noticed the blast coming out of the prince's hands and he held the shield out in front of him as he charged straight forward. The prince was confused by the mercenary's actions, but kept making the blast larger.
When the prince finally released the blast of energy, the mercenary was right in front of him. The blast hit the shield with a large explosion. The prince went flying backwards, but amazingly, the mercenary stubbornly stood there in the same spot, not even dazed in the least.
"Whoa, what just happened?", asked the mercenary looking at the shield. "Not even a dent." The mercenary then dropped the shield and walked over to the prince. "I'm sorry, but it seems that your life is to meet an untimely death." And with that, the mercenary lifted his sword high above his head and thrust it down, ending the prince's life.
The End
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