Author's note: This is my first time submitting my work to Please R&R.
"Jon, now!" Ian shouted as the purple bandaged mummy bore down on him, followed by a mob of yellow bandaged zombies.
"Hold on…." Jon coolly replied.
Ian blocked a swing from Osiris with his shield and chanced a glance at his friend, who was taking aim with his dual pistols. "What the hell are you waiting for?"
"I'm trying to get a good target. Or do you want me to shoot you instead?" Jon said in frustration as he continued to take aim at the purple mummy among the crowd of yellow bandaged zombies.
"Oh, well soooooooooooorry. Here, let me help you." Ian shouted in frustration as he blocked another swing from a mummy with his shield. He raised his sword to the sky and chanted a spell. As he felt the holy energy flow through him, he gathered it all into a single point, and then released it. "GRAND CROSS!"
Holy energy shot out in all directions, with Ian at the center. The energy cut into the mummies, disintegrating all in its path. Only Osiris survived the onslaught. With the boss quite in the open, Jon opened fire with his twin garrison pistols, loaded with holy ammo. As the ammo hit Osiris in the back, they exploded with angelic singing, burning holes into the mummy. The mummy turned to Jon and rushed at him, but he just smirked.
"SACRIFICE!" Ian shouted behind the charging Osiris. A white circle formed around Ian, and then a thin line splintered off and raced at Jon. As it reached him, a white circle formed around him.
Osiris reached the gunslinger and struck, but his strike bounced off the barrier of protection Ian had put up around Jon. Ian, however, felt electricity surge throughout his body as the damage was transferred to him.
"Ian, lower the barrier!" Jon shouted to his Paladin friend.
Ian did so, and Jon jumped back, out of the way of Osiris's next strike. As he sailed back through the air, he took aim for another barrage. "DESPERADO!"
Jon fired a rapid shower of ten holy bullets straight into Osiris's skull. Osiris fell to the ground, and his skull exploded, effectively ending the threat of the ancient evil.
Ian sighed and wiped the sweat away from his eyes. The soft cotton of his shirt felt nice. Other Paladins made fun of him because he refused to wear the heavier armor that was common to his class, nor would he ride a pecopeco.
Ian walked over to his gunslinger friend and offered him a hand, which he took. Jon patted down his black clothes, expelling a few clouds of dust from them.
"Jon, you are one dirty bastard." Ian said, laughing.
"Very funny. You try rolling around on this dirty floor. This place is ancient, remember?" Jon retorted.
"Yeah, yeah." Ian said nonchalantly, as he walked up to the corpse of the dead MVP. He knelt down and began rummaging through the bandages. After a minute, he stood up and waved to his partner. "Got it!"
Jon smiled. In Ian's hand was a card, featuring a cartoonish representation of the monster they had just killed. "Great. Now let's get out of this damn tomb and hand that over to the guys in Morroc."
"Right!" Ian exclaimed with a smile.
And with that, the two friends began walking away from the lifeless corpse of Osiris.
Meanwhile………..
"LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEEEE!" shouted a priestess, as she ran for her life. Chancing a glance behind her, she watched as two more mummies joined the group following her, bringing the mob to a grand total of thirty. She sped up, her pink robes flowing behind her.
As she glanced forward again, she realized that she was quickly approaching a wall. With little time to react, she dove to her right, and right into a pair of figures, taking them both with her as she fell to the ground. In a panic, she launched herself off the new threats, drew her mace, and swung wildly at them. The figure nearest to her rolled back, barely avoiding catching a mace in the skull.
"Get away from me, you filthy monsters!" The priestess shouted.
One of the figures reacted, but the other, who had rolled back, put a hand in front of him to stop him. Then, one of the figures spoke.
"Relax, dude. This one's human." Came a low, male, human voice.
Realizing these new threats were, in fact, human, the priestess opened her eyes. The first thing she saw in the torchlight that surrounded them was a pair of cerulean eyes. Then came the pair of silver guns, aimed right at her.
She panicked, and swung her mace at the guns. The man holding the guns, however, jumped back and away from the strike. Two clicks were heard, followed by a bang, then a cry of pain.
The priestess had closed her eyes in response to the clicks, and braced for the pain, but opened them when she heard the cry of pain. She could see blood staining the shirt sleeve of the other figure.
"DUDE! YOU SHOT ME!" The blue eyed figure yelled.
"YOU BLOCKED MY SHOT!" The other figure yelled.
"YOU TRIED TO SHOOT HER!"
"SHE SWUNG AT ME!"
"YOU WERE TRACING HER!"
"Uh, guys…….." The priestess attempted to interrupt the two.
"DICK!"
"RETARD!"
"FATASS!"
"DEAD-EYE!"
"GUYS!" The priestess yelled.
"WHAT?" They both turned and yelled at her.
She walked up to the man who had been shot, and put her hands on his hurt arm.
"Heal" Muttered the priestess. Her hands glowed green, and the glow transferred to his arm.
The man looked at his arm, then at her, then back at his arm, then at her again.
"Thank you." The man said, in a low voice.
"Of course." Responded the priestess.
Suddenly, a loud growl came from behind the priestess, bringing her back to reality. She looked behind her, then back at the two men. "And now it's time to run again" She said with a smile, as she pushed past them.
"What was that about?" said the guy on the left, as he turned to look at his partner.
"Shhhh. Listen." The other man responded.
Two seconds later, a flood of monsters came tearing around the corner.
"WHOA!" The guy with the guns shouted, jumping back. The other man smiled and drew his sword.
"Relax, we can take them." He said, smiling.
Suddenly, a monster that was taller then the rest rounded the corner. It wore a gold headdress. The smiled faded from the face of the man with the sword. He turned to his friend.
"Oh shit. Pharaoh." The two said to each other at the exact same time. "RUN!"
The two turned on their heels, and tore off after the priestess, followed closely by the horde of monsters. They ran into the same priestess a few minutes later, battling three ancient mummies. She saw them coming, and called to them.
"Can you guys help me with these guys?" She shouted.
"HOLY CROSS!" The man with the sword leapt forward and swung his sword, which was imbued with holy power, and took down one of the mummies immediately.
"Thank you!" The priestess said.
The swordsman, however, without responding or missing a step, ran at her, grabbed her, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and continued running.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" The priestess shouted.
"No time. Must run." The swordsman said as he continued running, followed closely by his friend.
And so, they ran. They ran and ran. Until, that is, they came to a dead end.
"Oh, god dammit. I hate this place." The swordsman said, as he let the priestess down.
"What now?" The gunslinger asked as he turned to his friend.
"Dunno. Stand and fight?"
"Man, it's Pharaoh. The thing'll slaughter us!"
"What else can we do? We're at a dead end!"
"Umm, guys? I have an idea. Do either of you happen to have a blue gem?" The priestess interrupted them by saying.
Both of the men stopped. After a moment, the swordsman reached into his side-pack, pulled out a blue gemstone, and handed it to the priestess.
"They're coming." The gunslinger said, as he slid fresh clips into his garrisons.
"We need to give her time to cast. Let's do it."
And the enemies came. They came in droves. The gunslinger opened fire as soon as they emerged from the darkness, and two of the mummies immediately dropped. The swordsman leapt forward, and two more mummies fell to his sword. A zombie made a grab for the swordsman, but he ducked out of the way, just as the zombie and two of the mummies surrounding him fell to a hail of holy bullets.
The priestess, meanwhile, was praying with all her might. The spell for opening a warp portal was a long and complicated one, but she needed to hurry, before her two new friends were engulfed by the undead.
"Shit! There's too many of them!" The swordsman said, as he jumped back, out of the horde of undead, taking two more zombies down as he went.
The gunslinger turned to the priestess for an instant. "Hurry up! We ain't got all day!"
"Almost……..Got it! WARP PORTAL!" Shouted the priestess, as a circular portal the same color as her robes opened in the floor.
"Finally. Let's get going, Ian!" The gunslinger said, as he turned and ran into the portal.
The priestess froze at the gunslingers words.
"Ian?" She said, as if in disbelief.
Ian, the swordsman in question, ran towards the portal, and noticed that the priestess seemed to be frozen in place.
"Come on! We need to go!" He said as he ran up to the priestess, took her hand, and practically pulled her into the portal, which closed behind them.
End of chapter 1.