Skulduggery Pleasant [] War Time []
[] This is my first fanfiction so don't judge me if I'm a god at writing these []
As I hear the chaotic screams of terror and pain across the battlefield. I scramble to my feet , raising my hand. I feel the magic inside me travelling through my arm. I push that power out of my palm , letting out a blue energy stream towards the enemy. Another scream. Another dead. Suddenly a strong gust of wind sends the sorcerers infront of my flying away furthermore sending making a cloud of dust and dirt.
Then through the thick cloud of dust two figures step out , I instantly knew who they were. Dexter Vex let loose one of his energy streams , red this one was , instantly killing my fellow soldier next to me. The other figure that stepped out , clicking their fingers. Before I could see the throw another solider burst into flames.
Ravel then pushed at the air sending another two men skidding across the mud. I let loose another one of my energy streams towards Dexter Vex. Next thing I knew he was raising his hand , sending his own. They both collided and send a mini shockwave , knocking me down to the ground covering my clothes with mud.
Three more suddenly appeared like teleporters. I never liked teleporters , they could instantly appear and end you're life in a blink of an eye. How are you supposed to defend against that? Ghastly Bespoke , fire in his hands covered Anton Shudder until he let loose his gist. Made of pure hatred and every bad thought in the man's body. His gist swiped and comrades dropped like flies.
For the second time I get back up I was glad I stayed down when Anton let loose his gist. I remember I have an old fashioned flintlock. Even though they weren't as advanced as the latest ones I liked them. Raising my hand and finger against the trigger followed shortly by a deafening noise. I had aimed a Saracen Rue however it didn't hit it's target. The bullet rotated slowly in mid air , it dropped to the floor as Ravel dropped his hand. I counted five of the famous Dead Men. As if he heard me the only walking skeleton I had heard of casually strolled out of the cloud gun in hand. Before I could raise my flintlock , I heard a gunshot. But I hadn't pulled my trigger.
My vision dimmed and I felt myself drop the cold , muddy floor once again. However this time I wouldn't be getting back up. The last thing I saw was Skulduggery Pleasant himself walk past me , the rest of the Dead Men behind ready to take on the next of my allies...