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The_Master_Wielder Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 9:00 pm
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 8:24 pm
Inside of the country's capital, the Niead Army bravely fought off demons, just like everywhere else in their country. Still, they were losing men, and the Tide of Demons seems endless. Portals outside the walls kept releasing demons, making the castle under Seige. A new portal inside the castle gates which opened and closed randomly also let demons in now, drawing men from the walls t battle the demons in the courtyard, a dangerous tactic.
One of the people who fought the demons inside of the courtyard was Rajalon. He of the Sunken Mind held no weapon, but instead threw demons to and fro with his mighty strength. Many had already fallen to his deadly grip, countless Illikin, scores of Orrikon, and even a few Rakkirrik and a Naxxdaerus fell to him.
Again, there was a lull in the fighting. The portal had closed for a moment, and no demons were left in the courtyard. A couple men were already rushing back to the walls. Rajalon merely stood there, the only way you could tell he was still alive was by his discreet movement. Every second or so, he would suddenly switch positions, without moving at all. If he took a step, he would suddenly appear a few feet away. His movements made him like some bizarre Mr. Game and Watch character. Extremely annoying to fight and near impossible to hit.
Nearby, the wounded soldiers had been lined up on the ground. Their injuries ranged from gored eyes to sliced stomachs to shattered limbs. A few of them were in quiet contemplation, but many were moaning in agony, and a few had begun to gurgle. Medical supplies were already low, and magicians and healers were running out of juice.
Rajalon suddenly moved. A group of soldiers who had formed their squad near him were startled and tightened their grip on their weapons, believing a portal to have opened again. When they saw he was merely moving towards the wounded soldiers, they were relieved somewhat, but did not loosen their weapons.
Some of the wounded soldiers stared up at him, wondering what he was doing. Then, they were astonished as his eyes began to glow white. A radiance could be felt in the air, and the pulsing ebb of magic could be felt throbbing from him. He opened his hands out wide, suddenly he didn't 'skip', and an aquamarine light poured out through his hands. It was brilliantly brights, making those near him shut their eyes and a few on the walls had to duck down and turn around to see what it was. The raw sizzle of magical energy coursed outwards from him, imbibing itself into all those in the courtyard, and many of those inside of the castle and on the walls suddenly found their wounds no longer pained them.
Soldiers looked over their bodies, and found that all their scratches and bruises were healed. Even the mortally wounded on the ground in front of him, including the man with the stomach ripped open and at the threshold of death, found themselves given new life and vigor. The man with the missing eye was given new sight, and he stared around him in wonder as those on the ground got up and found their weapons again. Armor was ravaged, shield was splintered, but the flesh itself was intact once more. And each soldier stood up, realizing they had been given another chance to fight for their country.
A minute later, a new portal opened in the courtyard. Fresh demons spilled out, and the soldiers and Rajalon met them in glorious combat.
As long as a single man or woman drew breath, the country of Nied would not, could not fall.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 10:12 pm
The plane Strifer had managed to hitch a ride in managed to dodge all anti-aerial attacks the enemy, and the castles defenses had. That alone should have been considered a miracle, but he could not consider it so. The flight had only made Strifer more angry, left practically alone to his thoughts. Just like when he had made his was to the hangar, people had avoided all contact with him. It mattered not to him.
Strifer strapped a parachute on his back, over the shotgun blade that was strapped there. With a nod from the man at the now open door, Strifer held on to his hat and leaped out. The wind blew by him as the castle that had seemed to far away no moments ago slowly grew bigger. The mercenaries that had jumped out after him pulled their chutes when the man had told them to. Ten alligators after they had jumped out. Strifer hadn't. At fifteen alligators Strifer pulled the chute, careful to keep his hand on his hat at all times.
It wasn't much longer after that when his feet touched the ground. Strifer slipped out of the chute as fast as he could, when he was blinded by a white light. The soldiers who had been injured and dieing on the ground were suddenly healed. Any small wounds Strifer had gotten during his dangerous landing, and any lingering wounds that he had gotten in the last battles were gone. Only a few moments had passed before a large portal opened in the courtyard of the castle. A large smile grew upon Strifer's face. "Finally. Something to take this anger out on." His own unique cry of defiance joined with the soldiers' as he drew both of his blades and charged in to battle.
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