Post by The Rouge Wars on Dec 1, 2008 18:22:15 GMT -5
An arrow loosed by a passing ranged calvary embedded itself in the head of a hopolite. Blood spurted from flesh. Marcus' limbs wept sweat as he clambered over mutilated bodies so he could engage a group of rouges. Leaping 10 feet in the air Marcus brout down a wave of agony and death with his luminescent white falcion. Growling, Marcus jumped over his lifeless enemies, drawing back his arm, bending his sore muscles creating a tension between his collar bone and his shoulder blade. Releasing that tension with the speed of an arrow in flight he flung his throwing axe. It revovled several times then landed right on target, in the skull of a rouge. Dropping to the ground, the rouges head cracked, showing the fleshy inside of the skull. Grimacing, Marcus knelt to retrieve his axe when the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Whirling around he searched for the source of his uneasyness. He soon discovered it. A large shadow was edging around the skirmishes towards Marcus. The thing had a disernable human shape, garbed in black robes, its eyes were visible as two large pools of shifting sand, ever moving gold grain. Marcus stood transfixed, the shadow getting ever closer. I cant let this happen! Marcus thought desperatly. His heart was pounding from within his chest. With a titanic effort Marcus rightened himself and was released from the stare. Just in time Marcus lept out of the path of a dagger that flashed from out of the robed figures linen sleeve. But too slow to avoid a small scratch on his cheek. Marcus swung his blade but the robed figure danced out of reach. By the gods hes a quick one! thought Marcus. Taking the chance of Marcus offbalance from the attack, the robed figure stabbed. Marcus dived backwards, performing a backwards summersault. As Marcus dive bombed backwards he swung his leg out at the figure, catching it at the hem of its robe. Ever so slowly the robe slid down the things muscled body, what seemed like an eternity later Marcus, now in a crouched defensive position, was able to trace his eyes over the face of the creature. With disgust Marcus spat at the feet of the creature. Something this horrific should have stayed in the underworld! Marcus screamed inside his head. The thing had the face of several men combined, several noses and a long, thick mouth with flabby lips. But worst still were its eyes, the pools of sand were smeared across the face like spattered vomit, lumpy and cold. The beast had no hair on the crown of its head but it made up for it with the thick coverings on the inside of the noses and ears. After the black robe fell silently to the ground the monster leapt foreward, striking at Marcus like a snake. Deflecting, Marcus sallied back and forth 4 times as to confuse the beast. It did not like what Marcus was trying to do. The beast struck at Marcus with its dagger when Marcus had sallied back, Marcus grined "Fool" he whispered, as quick as lightning striking, Marcus parried his blade in an upward motion, the monsters dagger glinted orange in the burning sun as it flew out of its owners hand. Marcus then quickly flourished his blade in a back-handed slash, lopping off the head of the beast. The head wizzed through the air, releasing spouts of blood as it went, spattering Marcus from head-to-toe in gore. The stump of the beast dropped to the ground with a thud. Marcus fell to his knees since he had used up all of his remaining energy to kill the monster.
A medic of the Enlightened, a large group of warriors that banded together to fight the rouge menace, rushed over to him. Kneeling down to Marcus he said
"Lay still, you have spent too much energy already"
Carried on a makeshift stretcher, Marcus slipped in and out of coniousness as two medics carried him out of the battle field
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A medic of the Enlightened, a large group of warriors that banded together to fight the rouge menace, rushed over to him. Kneeling down to Marcus he said
"Lay still, you have spent too much energy already"
Carried on a makeshift stretcher, Marcus slipped in and out of coniousness as two medics carried him out of the battle field
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