Assault of the Tradjen Council - Chapter 2
Down upon the new planet Earth, things were peaceful for the most part. The smell of spring filled the air, though winter still held. The people of of Gyro were going about their usual daily business, as were the people of Lotherone. It was a time of peace for these people. but high above the planet surface, on the sky scraping watcher's tower, a threat, mighty and terrible, presented itself to the watchers. It was an unknown threat, but nevertheless terrible. Lt. Johnson and the defense force stood at bay, startled and confused by what they saw. Elfin Sinconius, Erus Titus, Sam the Dwarf Lord, Jon the Brutal, and worst of all, Griever stood in front of a dark transport, the contents within unknown to the defenders. Dan was the first to speak.
Identify yourselves! How dare you land here without confirmation!
Sam was the next to speak, smiling viciously while doing so. We are your friends. Why do you treat as enemies.
You're no ally of mine. Be gone, oh foul beings.
I think not fool. You don't seem to understand. We're on a mission here, and if you and your friends want to take another gulp of air, you had better stand aside.
We would never do such a cowardly thing. Show us what you've got!
Hey mister. I warned you that-
Sam enough! This scum wants to die, so let him die!
But Elfin I-
No buts. Let's dispose of these vermin.
Come and get me! cried Dan, as he and the rest of the team powered up. Dan felt good being powered up once again, wrapped in white flames of energy, his soul free of restraint. He was ready for battle. The Elfin and Erus clones powered up, both having the same strength as their originals. The enemies were outnumbered two to one, but didn't show a sign of concern. After a moment of preparation, the defense team charged into battle, and Dan headed straight for Elfin. Everyone, choose whoever you want, except for Elfin. He's mine! and with that, everyone clashed into heavy hand-to-hand combat, throwing kicks and punches at each of their opponents.
The battle raged on for about twenty minutes, and it wasn't doing any good to the ones fighting the battle nor to the battle ground. Each couple of people fought at different locations on the tower platform, doing to damage hear and there. One such battle was between two defenders, named Faress and Kent, and the clone of Erus Titus.
What's the matter guys? Tired?. He dodged both attacks and returned a punch to the gut of both fighters, followed by smashing their two heads together. They fell to the hard ground, dazed for a moment, but back on their feet several seconds later.
Well, I admit you are quite strong, poor fools. I guess that just means that you get a double dose of pain and humiliation! and with that, he let loose a full fiery of punches, kicks, and knees to his opponents, sending them, once again, crashing to the ground. They both jumped up and attacked from behind. They were in for trouble as Erus cried out , and burst into dark red flames, power increased dramatically. The fight was hard, continuing on for much longer.
Meanwhile, Dan found himself in tough combat with Elfin, on the verge of losing, but he would not give up. Bloody, bruised, and exhausted, he charged once again towards the mighty Elvan warrior, sending a flurry of punches to the face, chest and gut, at his full speed and power. Elfin desperately countered the attacks, flying backward to evade the onslaught. Though Dan was giving him a run for his money, he was clearly stronger. While trying even harder to connect his fist with the Elf's face, he received a hard kick to the ribs and was sent flying across the courtyard, creating a crater in the nice, neat floor paneling of the tower platform. Elfin, floating in mid-air and surrounded by a large aura of white flames of energy, descended upon the fallen warrior. Dan, with hardly any strength left, pushed himself up and prepared for one last attack.
Okay, Elfin!, I've got one last trick for you! Eat this!
Angry, Dan pointed both arms at his opponent and began unleashing a hail of small energy blasts. Elfin crossed both arms in front of him and tried to block the thunderous attacks. Johnson gave it everything he had, putting every last ounce of energy into the overall attack. The air was dense with small energy blasts, pounding away at their target. He felt himself beginning to give out, panting loudly as he poured all of his strength and concentration into the massive attack. The explosion became so thick that he could no longer see his foe, and thus relied on his hope. With one last burst of blasts, he finally stopped, exhausted from the onslaught, and waited for the smoke and explosion to clear. Waiting was excruciating, since he could not sense his enemy's power, and it took several minutes before he could make anything out.
As the smoke began to clear, he stared intently, eyes bulging, to try and find his opponent. At first, he saw nothing, raising his hopes that perhaps he had destroyed the evil clone. They were shattered, when he saw a form take place amongst the ruin. Elfin was alive! He watched as the his enemy uncrossed his arms, revealing a slight smirk penetrating the pride and security of Lt. Johnson. Panic began to overcome him, as the prince of doom flew toward him and kneed him viciously in the chest. Dan felt the hard ground pound against his back, as the elvan warrior began unloaded a storm of punches to his vulnerable foe.
What's the matter? Don't like this much?! Common! You think I like that last little hail of blasts you gave me?! Die, vermin! Die!
OWE! ERR! Elfin delivered one last punch to the face, and his foe was unconscious. He picked Dan up by the collar and held him dangling up in the air.
Poor fool! That's what you get for getting in our way. Everyone else ready? Erus Titus, Griever (already waiting for him), Sam the Dwarf Lord, and Jon the Brutal came to his side, leaving their battered opponents unconscious on the ground.
Let's be rid of these scum. Destroy them! As they began, an explosion occurred off toward the complex, but they couldn't tell what it was. In the center of the smoke, they could make out figure, calmly walking toward them from out of the destruction. As he cleared the smoke, he revealed himself, hurrying the enemy warriors. He was was nearly six feet tall, engulfed in dark green flames, and contained a look of rage upon his face. It was Templar9000...
To be continued...
