For some time after Rael's death the surrounding parts of the city had been plunged into chaos after the 'stampede' had commenced. People were surging in every direction that would exit the main square screaming bloody murder as though the guards were following after them spear tips prodding them in the backs. They didn't know where they were running, but if there was an exit, and no guards near them it was good enough. There were guards all throughout the city trying their best to soothe the madness, but when you're the object of fear... That is much easier said than done. For the soldiers scattered throughout the city this was currently a complete nightmare they found grating on their last nerves. But the men on the ramparts couldn't help but find this to be severely entertaining."Bwahaha. And here they thought they were the lucky ones being next to all the festivities and booze! I bet they don't feel that way now!" One of the guards looked inward suddenly feeling proud of the fact
There comes a moment in life where shit just compounds and compounds. Stacking more weight on top of your shoulders. When each bit feels as though every weight added makes you sink more and more. Little by little your posture begins to bend, followed soon your knees begin to buckle under the pressure until you feel as though you're sinking into a bottomless bog. Then comes that one situation or day... Like a long lost friend coming to your assistance lifting those weights off your shoulder, offering you a hand dragging you back to your feet finally setting you free. Alleviating the pain and pressure.... This was that moment for Christopher. Having to damn near constantly fight for his life since taking his first step into the darkness... Though honestly speaking for him it wasn't much of a fight.. Being beaten on since setting foot into the city, hearing every obscenity and human discriminant insult he hadn't even known existed until now. Though honestly speaking again he definitely d
"GRAAAH!"The object of Vale and Elise's gaze let out more of a growl than a battle cry while swinging a massive double bladed blood staff, which was only dwarfed by the size of the individual himself."That's a vampire?" Vale asked dubiously her eyes wide damn near refusing to believe what they were seeing. "Can giants and Vampires really mix?""I've never heard of such creatures." Though if she hadn't existed for so long she might just take someone at their word if this....Person.. Was dropped in front of her. It was indeed a vampire that seem to be somehow faster than all the others present and was easily four times stronger. While standing at least fifteen feet tall. The man was an anomaly of nature. Something that shouldn't be, yet was standing right at the center of the battle.Almost every swing and spin of his staff was resulting in at least one death. As the battle raged on men began giving him a wide birth as fear began clawing it's way deep into their hearts. There were s
Christopher almost didn't recognize the man who was standing over him. A few hours ago he would've considered calling this man a weak pathetic coward of a leader to be giving him a compliment. The man standing over him was someone completely different than his previous encounters. He had a single eye glowing violet, there was a burning inferno of rage that has roared to life and taken root in his eyes. He looked down on Christopher with his teeth clenched together, his mouth foaming almost uncontrollably.'Guess he must've really cared for that lousy bitch and her scheming son.' Christopher grimaced.A short while ago."RAAAAH! DIE OLD MAN!" Christopher roared swinging his sword for the king's neck. The old man lowered the hand that had been shielding his eyes.!!His expression was completely different. A single eye was even glowing violet. 'Wow I never would've imagined, especially a single eye... Though it's too late.' Christopher thought to himself as his blade grew ever closer
"AGH!" The knight cried out in pain having just managed to duck his head to the side as the peasant's blade dug deep into his shoulder. The knight cringed in pain as he released the grip of his sword and swiftly drew the dagger from it's sheathe hanging from his waist and drove it into the peasant's eye."You traitorous bastar- URK!" As he began to disparage the dying man a spear punched a hole through his neck, now sticking out of his throat. Blood flowed from the wound down the shaft of the blade. The man who had stabbed him looked both horrified and impressed by his own handy work.'To die by cowards!' Death was most certainly coming for him. He reached behind him grabbing hold of the spear's shaft before spinning and thrusting his sword through his assailant's heart. 'But I'll die fighti-' His final thoughts were concluded as a sword was driven into his sides where his armor left him exposed. Blood seeped from his wounds as his eyesight slowly began fading in and out as darkness
"FUCKING COCK SUCKING ASSHOLE! WHY'D YOU TAKE HAPPY FLOWER'S CLUB ARM!? IS IT A GIFT FOR YOUR MOTHER TO PLEASURE HERSELF WITH!?" Amidst the clash of steel and battle cries echoing throughout the cavern a small woman was gracing the battlefield with her exact thoughts on the soldier's of The Darkness, or one behemoth of a soldier in particular, one who's fist was still died green by the mashed remains of a flower petals still, who still had little bits hanging from his boots when he lift his enormous feet.If anyone were to point out how ridiculous the whole scene looked, Vale would most likely respond along the lines of - 'They should quit their bitching and be grateful I'm allowing them to gaze upon my beauty in the moments of their death. Hells this gives the people waiting in the back a small show at least. Maybe incentive to even live? A kind of heeeey I can keep checking her out if I live on.'Even the behemoth momentarily stopped fighting to observe a young woman throwing a tan
This day and age when someone says an army they think professional soldiers, fighting and killing is their bread and butter, it's what they train for, it's what they're paid for. Their job consists of nothing besides honing those skills. Training and searching for a way to improve upon the ability to kill, to take the life of another human being. But there's times where an army consists of ordinary people, every day people. Bakers, smiths, teachers, sometimes even the students, people you who have never seen combat, mix these people in with some trained soldiers who're willing to advise and educate these people, and at times these armies can be just as dangerous as the professional ones. When you have a reason to fight, whether it's for a better life, to protect someone, to make a name, for your country, even if for a moment it places you at odds with it, you can become a force that's mighty. With no identifying uniform, the enemy will never know when they're about to strike. A man,
RAAAWR! A roar ripped through the caverns as the ground beneath their feet began to shake violently. Many people from both sides of the battle looked around trying to find what kind of ferocious beast could emit such a blood curdling sound. "I haven't heard a roar like that in thousands of years." "I've never heard that kind ever!" Their eyes scanned the surroundings. Looking side to side, up around the cavern ceiling, only to find nothing. The monstrous sound was far to loud for anyone to mistakenly assume they had just imagined it. The rumbling earth began shaking harder and harder although you couldn't physically see any movement, the people could feel the movements underneath their feet from whatever was coming, like a slithering serpent snaking it's way through the grass. It felt as though the very earth beneath their feet may collapse at any moment. If anyone in the vicinity were to claim the gods were angered and unleashing their fury on the city, many wouldn't doubt the w