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What is it... The darkness that keeps us running.
Joined: Mar 2007 Gender: Male  Posts: 17 Location: Stands-Here Fuu Karma: 0 |  | Battle Prose... a small peice of a greater image. « Thread Started on Mar 7, 2007, 10:19pm » | |
The battle field lay filled with the stench of blood as the dark figure watched atop a nearby hill, silhouetted by the full moon behind him. There just visible around him scorched an aura brought on by the power of the ancient item in his hand. A mystic sword known as the Leviathan. The broadsword itself, dark blue in color pulsed with the aura and gave its wielder power beyond that of the gods. The figure holding this mighty weapon stood alone, crimson red scarf obscuring the lower half of his face, blew wildly behind him in the night’s windstorm. The worriers below continued their charge upon the hill all in desire to take the ancient sword for themselves. The silhouette’s eyes began to glow a dark red and soon became brighter as the legion of swordsmen approached.
The figure leaped off the hilltop and landed amongst the warriors, sword at the ready, pulsing energy that cleared an immediate space around him, knocking soldiers from their feet. Of course they were quickly replaced and began their relentless attack upon the figure. The initial strikes bounced harmlessly off the lone swordsman who continued to walk forward raising the abnormally large sword. With a quick dash forward and wide sweep of his sword, soldiers went flying back, most in half, others were lucky enough to receive large dents in their armor. With another wide quick sweep, another group of warriors went sailing to the might of the sword. The swordsmen quickly regained their footing and the legions charged once more grouping around the figure. Mages halting the shield brought by the ancient sword though only were able to do so with many for the power of the mighty weapon was great. For long years it has built up its power and soon became independent, adopting a host. With a silent word, the large sword split into two halves each with its own respective hilt. The figure effortlessly wielded them, deflecting the incoming arrows and blades in a whorl of clashing steel. He moved ever so fluently, each step counting against the onslaught. Blades came, which were effortlessly deflected and their masters sent flying. The leviathan was shouting commands into the head of its host as quickly as it was fighting.
The swordsmen charged without regard to their personal being as each was swept aside by the massive sword which now began its next transformation that of a massive double ended blade. The battle waged on as more and more soldiers seemed to gang up on the Leviathan and its host. With one futile attempt, a score of warriors dove at the weapon. The host curled up in defense then after a few seconds of silence, stood quickly as light shot from its body, filling the area with a blinding blue light that shot up into the sky. The nearest swordsmen were launched into the air a few feet before being incinerated. The rest were just launched to the back lines of the army. The host let its arms drop, wide eyed and now sweating. The sword was loosing energy, but that still didn’t halt its relentless assault on the unrelenting soldiers.
Disclamer... I stole my cousin's sword for this. Hey it says fanfic.
| Remember where we are The evil of the world Where the pure are cast away and evil last forever
What is it... The darkness that keeps us running. |
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