The battle was reaching its peak. the hundreds of thousands of soldiers were clashing with the mighty gryks, who themselves were only numbered in thousands. still, the humans were being slaughtered.
Angstrom drew his mighty blade, the blade of no name, the edge of which could steal the soul of anything if he had a mind to do it. but he was not here to exact damnation. he was here to save his people. with a mighty warcry, he leapt into the fray, slashing and hacking, biting and clawing, spraying blood and gore in wide fans across the field. in the first ten minutes alone, he had slain well over forty five gryks, who each stood at least three times taller than men.
"Who the bloody hell is that person?!" cried the sergeant, stabbing madly into a gryk's eye.
"That... By the gods, that's Angstrom! We might live yet!"
That however, was cut short when a Gryk took of his head, leaving a spurt of blood and a crumpled chunk of vertebrae as a reply. Angstrom was caught in the heat of battle, relishing his mortal form... well, semi-mortal, anyway. He clove a Gryk in twain, spilling entrails and the half-digested contents onto the blood soaked earth.
Blood flowed in rivers, red human blood, and dark, dark red blood from the Gryks. This would be the final true war between humans and Gryks to see who ruled this world... and whether that stripling of a king really could unite the known world.
Entrails were hewn from man and gryk alike, limbs removed and people disemboweled brutally.
Angstrom raised his sword, crying aloud to his people that victory would be theirs! but the day was young, and the Gryks still numbered many...
Angstrom opened his eyes and looke upon the scene of the old battle. There were piles of skeletons, rust covered blades, and Massive, broken Gryk hatchets and spears still there. the bones had been picked clean of anything that was there, even the cartiledge... yes, the carrion birds had bloated themselves for almost a year on this foul meat. Angstrom again looked to the sky, remembering fondly how the day had been carried, and the golden age begun...
"RAGNUUUS!"
the cry rang across the deserted field. Angstrom had appeard, spinning his blade slowly, purposefully...
Manacingly.
Ragnus, Lord of battle, looked back cockily at him.
"What do YOU want, frail one?"
"Do not call me frail, or question my battle prowess, for though you are the lord of battle... I am the lord of all." Angstrom ground out each word. Ragnus smiled a bloody smile. "Still upset that i killed your weak avatar? Pfah!" Ragnus spat in the dust.
"He was weak, and Unfit for the ambrosia of the avatar. i did ye a FAVOR, Angstrom."
"He was MINE, Ragnus. it was not your business to meddle in MY affairs. he was newly made an avatar! yours has had several decades of experience, and you had no right to-"
"to WHAT, Angstrom?" Ragnus cut in. "I am a god. I may do as I please."
Angstrom looked on In fury. "I have tolerated you for too long, Ragnus... i will do now what i shouldve done...
One thousand...
Years...
AGO!!"
With that last cry, the earth was rent by the very Power of his rage. Grinning madly, Ragnus began chanting the arcane words that would summon his men, his elite forces of warriors, soulless, faceless, but deadly by all standards. Angstrom no longer cared. He Winked out of existence and appeared beside Ragnus, sword drawn. with the speed of the gods, he struck a mighty blow, and Ragnus responded in kind. The clash was silent, until the sound actually arrived, creating sonicbooms that made sonicbooms blasting across the lands. They were locked in a titanic power struggle that might very well rend Anthelos apart with its fury.
...far away, A mother hugged her newborn closely to her, fearing the noises she had heard...
...A soldier was awoken from his sleep at his post by a thunderous roar that made him clap his hands over his ears. he ran off to warn the castle of the noise, but they already knew...
...Two young boys sparring in a field suddenly fell down from the force of the sound waves. their eardrums shattered, and they began heaving mightily over the ground. then, fearfully, they got up and ran as fast as they could to their mothers....
...This, Angstrom saw time and time again as his sword clashed with Ragnus's. Though Ragnus was mighty, Angstrom was the lord of all, and would not be denied. again and again he struck, and again and again he hit. blow after blow rained on the no-longer-smug Ragnus, and finally with a shriek that would've deafened a siren, he shattered Ragnus's blade.
Angstrom sheathed his sword, speaking slowly and in a low voice."Ragnus... know this. the next time you meddle in affairs not your own... i will not hesitate to steal away your strength, power, and SOUL." The look in Ragnus's eyes showed that he understood. He looked at Angstrom with a new respect... and a new fear.
A very large number of people had been adversely affected by the soundwaves they heard. Angstrom saw it all... and each one he healed, giving them a blessing that would last for years to come.
Angstrom looked around the site where his feet brought him, and he remembered it thus. Huge craters pocked the land surrounding for about a mile, testament to his rage. and in the crater, still gleaming, was Rugnus's shattered sword. he smiled as he remembered Ragnar's words...
One day, a warrior will come greater than any seen. this, i saw when my sword, nightstorm, was shattered. he alone will re-forge the sword, and it shall be a testament to his heroicness. he shall be your avatar, Angstrom, and he shall know no fear. he will live the lives of a hundred men, and slay many more than his lives. this i have seen, My lord, and so it will pass...
Angstrom did not doubt it.
