THis is about the most unnoticed Hero of the Zerg Race.
Legal Shit: yadda yadda yadda, noone belongs to me except for the CHosen One and some Judicators.
It was a dark night when a small group of Dark and High templars, Dragoons and Zealots were assigned the task to hunt down and kill Torrasque. He had massacred hundreds of Protoss famillies. The Tribe of Fallen (my own creation) had decided his reign of terrainy must end. That dozens or warriors stood there. The main Battle plan was to use the Dark Templars as a kind of invisible shield while the dragoons attack. The Zealots are a back me up. The High Templars were to cast all the Psionic storm possible then merge into an archon. But there was something that they didn't expect...
A lone templar, with robes like any other High walked up to the squad of fighters. One of the Zealots asked him if he was joining them. The Templar responded my making a small blue psionic sword from his energy and cutting down the zealot. The cereulean sword cutted through his shield like knife through butter and killing the zealot. The psionic energy evaporated into the air. The other warriors so shocked prepare themselves. The Blue Sword from the Templar's hand had dissapeared. The Dark Templars Rushed towards him and prepared to attack but was stopped by a huge mental shock. The couldn't bring down their Warp Blades. The Templar spread his hand. Two balls of energy formed in his hand and he threw it at the Dark Templars. The energy practically engulfed the forgotten ones in a storm of blue. When the energy cleared, nothing remained.
The High Templars all casted psionic storm on the mysterious warrior. The Blue streaks of lightning barely damaging him. It was if rain was raining on him. The templar moved slowly away from the storms. His hands again spreaded. This time, two blue swords appeared and he grabbed them both. He charged the Highs and sliced each one down as if they were training dummies. The templar again turned to the remaining warriors.
"Leave, if you wish to live." The lone templar answered. The blue swords once again dissapeared. He started to walk closer and closer.
A zealot walked up and pointed at the templar. "We are warriors, we do not flee when we have a command." He activated his Psi Blades and motioned his fellow combatents to follow. The Dragoons opened up their hatch and their cannons charged.
"Fine, then prepare, to die for your tribe." The Blue swords once again appeared in his hand and jumped into the air. He sliced at a dragoon, cutting the shell in half, the life support goo oozed out. He used a quick back swipe and killed two zealots, then another dragoon. He used his left and right sword making a huge crescent slash. Wiping out ten zealots and dragoons. He threw one of the swords at a row of dragoons. The sword pierced throughthe dragoons and the life support oozed out of the hole. With the gone, the lone templar charged up his other hand with blue energy and blasted the remaining troops. Soon after nothing was left but a pile of Dragoon SHells.
Legal Shit: yadda yadda yadda, noone belongs to me except for the CHosen One and some Judicators.
It was a dark night when a small group of Dark and High templars, Dragoons and Zealots were assigned the task to hunt down and kill Torrasque. He had massacred hundreds of Protoss famillies. The Tribe of Fallen (my own creation) had decided his reign of terrainy must end. That dozens or warriors stood there. The main Battle plan was to use the Dark Templars as a kind of invisible shield while the dragoons attack. The Zealots are a back me up. The High Templars were to cast all the Psionic storm possible then merge into an archon. But there was something that they didn't expect...
A lone templar, with robes like any other High walked up to the squad of fighters. One of the Zealots asked him if he was joining them. The Templar responded my making a small blue psionic sword from his energy and cutting down the zealot. The cereulean sword cutted through his shield like knife through butter and killing the zealot. The psionic energy evaporated into the air. The other warriors so shocked prepare themselves. The Blue Sword from the Templar's hand had dissapeared. The Dark Templars Rushed towards him and prepared to attack but was stopped by a huge mental shock. The couldn't bring down their Warp Blades. The Templar spread his hand. Two balls of energy formed in his hand and he threw it at the Dark Templars. The energy practically engulfed the forgotten ones in a storm of blue. When the energy cleared, nothing remained.
The High Templars all casted psionic storm on the mysterious warrior. The Blue streaks of lightning barely damaging him. It was if rain was raining on him. The templar moved slowly away from the storms. His hands again spreaded. This time, two blue swords appeared and he grabbed them both. He charged the Highs and sliced each one down as if they were training dummies. The templar again turned to the remaining warriors.
"Leave, if you wish to live." The lone templar answered. The blue swords once again dissapeared. He started to walk closer and closer.
A zealot walked up and pointed at the templar. "We are warriors, we do not flee when we have a command." He activated his Psi Blades and motioned his fellow combatents to follow. The Dragoons opened up their hatch and their cannons charged.
"Fine, then prepare, to die for your tribe." The Blue swords once again appeared in his hand and jumped into the air. He sliced at a dragoon, cutting the shell in half, the life support goo oozed out. He used a quick back swipe and killed two zealots, then another dragoon. He used his left and right sword making a huge crescent slash. Wiping out ten zealots and dragoons. He threw one of the swords at a row of dragoons. The sword pierced throughthe dragoons and the life support oozed out of the hole. With the gone, the lone templar charged up his other hand with blue energy and blasted the remaining troops. Soon after nothing was left but a pile of Dragoon SHells.
