Prologue
An explosion rocked the ground and a trail of black smoke lifted into the sky. Another explosion followed it and then a roar of men rushing into battle.
"CHARGE!!!"
Shortly after, several more blasts echoed into the night and was quickly accompanied by another united cry of men's voices.
"RUN AWAY!!!"
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed, as another Fireball exploded from his hands.
A black cape, which was attached to a pair of black shoulder guards with two red gems on the sides, flapped behind him. He wore a blue tunic with a black turtleneck underneath it, and dark brown pants were tucked into ebony boots. Also, he had on a black headband, which had strange designs written across it and four red talismans, one on both his wrist, on his belt, and on the collar of his shirt. He had a soft, pale complexion and cerulean eyes, one of which was hidden behind light violet hair.
"Who...who are you?!" the leader of the bandits demanded.
The figure chuckled. "I'm the all powerful sorcerer, Zelgadis Graywords!" he boasted proudly.
The bandit gaped in horror. "Y-you...you mean...you're THE Zelgadis Graywords?! Enemy of All Who Live! The Girly-Looking Boy who Dragons wouldn't even mess with?! The Poster Boy of Destruction?!"
A large vein popped out of Zelgadis' head and the background behind him had become a massive inferno.
"Who...are you calling...'Girly-Looking?!" he boomed, grabbing the front of the bandit's shirt.
"W-wait! I-"
Zelgadis didn't give the bandit a chance to say anything else before he turned him into kindling.
"Don't think you over did that?" a voice queried from behind.
"But, Lina," Zelgadis whined, "he said I was 'girly-looking.'"
Lina shook her head and pulled the white hood she was wearing further over her face.
"Now where the hell did that Jellyfish-for-brains go?" Zelgadis asked aloud.
The sound of metal striking metal could be heard, as a longhaired female blocked another attack by her opponent.
"What's wrong, baby? Am I too much for you?" the bandit licked his lips.
"Nah!" she replied jovially. "Haven't even broken a sweat!"
The bandit sweatdropped.
A voice suddenly interrupted the battle and the two combatants looked up to see a figure in white standing on a wooden pole a few feet away. Striking a dramatic pose the person pointed a finger in the bandit's direction.
"You, the doer of evil, who have brought pain and suffering to the innocent villagers of Farthia, shall feel the full fury of the Hammer of Justice! Ha!"
Leaping from the pole, the individual was headed straight towards the surprised bandit. Before reaching their intended target, the figure, however, crashed head first into the ground, coming to a stop right at the brigand's feet.
Everyone sweatdropped.
"Are you all right, Xellos?" the swordswoman queried, as she prodded the unconscious prince with a stick.
Lifting his face, he gave a lopsided smile. "Just fine, Sylphiel-san," he groaned, giving a thumbs up, and then collapsed again.
An explosion rocked the ground and a trail of black smoke lifted into the sky. Another explosion followed it and then a roar of men rushing into battle.
"CHARGE!!!"
Shortly after, several more blasts echoed into the night and was quickly accompanied by another united cry of men's voices.
"RUN AWAY!!!"
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed, as another Fireball exploded from his hands.
A black cape, which was attached to a pair of black shoulder guards with two red gems on the sides, flapped behind him. He wore a blue tunic with a black turtleneck underneath it, and dark brown pants were tucked into ebony boots. Also, he had on a black headband, which had strange designs written across it and four red talismans, one on both his wrist, on his belt, and on the collar of his shirt. He had a soft, pale complexion and cerulean eyes, one of which was hidden behind light violet hair.
"Who...who are you?!" the leader of the bandits demanded.
The figure chuckled. "I'm the all powerful sorcerer, Zelgadis Graywords!" he boasted proudly.
The bandit gaped in horror. "Y-you...you mean...you're THE Zelgadis Graywords?! Enemy of All Who Live! The Girly-Looking Boy who Dragons wouldn't even mess with?! The Poster Boy of Destruction?!"
A large vein popped out of Zelgadis' head and the background behind him had become a massive inferno.
"Who...are you calling...'Girly-Looking?!" he boomed, grabbing the front of the bandit's shirt.
"W-wait! I-"
Zelgadis didn't give the bandit a chance to say anything else before he turned him into kindling.
"Don't think you over did that?" a voice queried from behind.
"But, Lina," Zelgadis whined, "he said I was 'girly-looking.'"
Lina shook her head and pulled the white hood she was wearing further over her face.
"Now where the hell did that Jellyfish-for-brains go?" Zelgadis asked aloud.
The sound of metal striking metal could be heard, as a longhaired female blocked another attack by her opponent.
"What's wrong, baby? Am I too much for you?" the bandit licked his lips.
"Nah!" she replied jovially. "Haven't even broken a sweat!"
The bandit sweatdropped.
A voice suddenly interrupted the battle and the two combatants looked up to see a figure in white standing on a wooden pole a few feet away. Striking a dramatic pose the person pointed a finger in the bandit's direction.
"You, the doer of evil, who have brought pain and suffering to the innocent villagers of Farthia, shall feel the full fury of the Hammer of Justice! Ha!"
Leaping from the pole, the individual was headed straight towards the surprised bandit. Before reaching their intended target, the figure, however, crashed head first into the ground, coming to a stop right at the brigand's feet.
Everyone sweatdropped.
"Are you all right, Xellos?" the swordswoman queried, as she prodded the unconscious prince with a stick.
Lifting his face, he gave a lopsided smile. "Just fine, Sylphiel-san," he groaned, giving a thumbs up, and then collapsed again.