I thought I had best put some Copyright information. I obviously don't own
Runescape, but do own Katana Blade, Harkin Blade and other occupants of
this Story. People in my story are played by:
Katana & Harkin: Me, I guess
Nakal: Bigaboys (I know you didn't say anything but…heh)
Iceblood: Iceboy77
The Blue Demon: Sam J. Jimmy
Sir Saiya: Saiyaman420
Jason the Strider: Strider3282
~More coming soon~
Chapter III: The Sea of many enemies
Katana picked out two fine blades from the armoury. One was light and had a sharp edge. The other was rather heavy and sturdy, good for big swings. He smiled to the General Store owner and said "When your man is ready."
"Laddie you don't know what ye in fer," said the Shop Keeper shaking his head. "By the way my names Draych. May I ask yours, so I may identify ye body?"
"I'm Katana. You won't need to know my name though." He replied and walked out casually.
* * *
The barbarian helped himself up onto the stage. He pulled out a huge axe, which was strapped to his back, and looked at the boy. He could be flung out of the ring like that and so he thought nothing of it. A peasant stood up and he became the referee of the match. "Welcome to Falador Arena!" wild cries lit up the crowd near the stage. "Today we have a match to prove who would be better, but it looks more like suicide to me!" people shook with laughter.
"In the red corner we have Batruc, the Barbarian!" cheers all round.
"In the blue corner we have Katana, newbie to the arena!" no cheers at all.
Katana grunted and smiled. Just bring it, he mouthed at the Barbarian who shook with rage.
Ding! Ding! Ding! The match began.
They circled each other until Batruc ran clumsily towards Katana and took a great swing with his axe, but he had disappeared. Suddenly a sharp pain was felt in his back and there was Katana kicking out and propelling himself towards the end of the Arena. Draych smiled. This was going to be interesting.
Katana turned and skidded to a halt. He was off and running again, sliding on the floor near Batruc to avoid another heavy swing. He brought up his own blade at an angle where he would cut Batrucs arm and made a gash from his wrist to his arm pit. A roar of pain bursted from the barbarian's lungs, echoing across the stadium. Draych's smile grew wider.
Katana rolled on the floor, avoiding an overhead swing which smashed the ground beneath the barbarian. Katana rolled back and did a rising punch, knocking the barbarian in the chest. He had his blades and brought them down quick but stopped just before the barbarian's throat.
"Yield," Katana said calmly.
"Argh!" Batruc cried as he swung his left fist in hitting Katana fair on the head. He fell to the floor, dropped his swords and blacked out. He saw the robed man he had seen when he had been poisoned.
"Come now, friend." He said, "Wake up." Katana did so then, jumping up and hitting the barbarian's head. Full of fury, Katana let go of his rage, punching, kicking and tackling the startled Barbarian. He pulled the barbarian up, Katana's arm muscles bulging and threw him up and over the arenas side. Draych ran towards Batruc and felt his pulse. There, but barely. He was stone cold. Draych shuddered. He lifted himself onto the arena and went over to Katana. "Well laddie, ye have some skill." He said, hiding a chuckle. "Ye have yeself a job." Katana smiled. Things were looking better already. He looked at his fists and saw they were bloodied. He saw Draych's face as blood exploded from his own forehead, pouring down his chest. He collapsed into darkness.
* * *
Strange dreams awaited Katana. He saw men fighting a war against demons and the birth of a dragon. He was suddenly in a room with no roof, floor or wall. It was a galaxy inside itself and Katana felt the presence of a supreme being. "Katana…" he heard a call coming from what would be the roof. "Follow the light…"
Suddenly a pathway of light lit up and he followed.
* * *
He awoke again, in pain this time, bandages firmly wrapped around his head. He could barely move his arm and had lost all feeling in the right hand side of his body. He saw a blurry shape in the doorway. Draych stood there smiling.
"I know ye not feeling like talking, laddie." He said softly. "But you handled yeself magnifically. I am sorry to put ye through this pain, but when ye recover the job is yers."
Katana nodded weakly and fell asleep, peacefully this time.
* * *
Katana rested in that same back for over a week. He had recovered fast from his injury and the very next morning they set out for Port Sarrim on a cart but Katana rode on a horse which was very fine indeed. On their way, however, they came open a large band of Goblins.
"Ye money or ye life!" cried out the one who was obviously their leader.
"Your life," said Katana quietly as he rode out, ready to meet the goblins charge. "Draych, take your retinue over towards the woods, I'll meet up with once I'm done here." Katana yelled.
"You two!" Draych said as he pointed at a Ranger and a Swordsman. "Go out and help young Katana will ye?" the two soldiers shifted their feet and looked at the ground. "THAT WASN'T A REQUEST THAT WAS AN ORDER!" Draych roared as the two soldiers ran out, not wanting to hear any more yelling.
The Goblins ran out, some threw rocks at Katana and others threw spears. He had to dismount after fifty odd metres as a spear connected with his steeds' leg, slicing it in two. "Sorry mate," Katana said, putting it out of its misery. Instinctually he dived forward and there was suddenly a hail of arrows where his body once was. He looked back and saw bandits standing there smirking.
They stopped smiling when a masked warrior appeared, just as a blur and ran through their group. When he had reached the other side of the clearing, body parts were sliding down, half of the Bandits dead. When they had finally realised what had happened it was too late. A roar of fire erupted from behind the trees, burning what was left of the Bandits easily.
By this time the Goblin had reached Katana. An arrow sliced through the air, hitting a goblin in the neck, blood flowing everywhere. Katana ran to the nearest Goblin, ducked and pushed upwards with his body, throwing it right over his head. His blades came in, in his right arm was the swift blade, turning away a spear-thrust and in his left arm was the heavy blade, covering the attack his right arm could not and finishing off his opponents.
Another ally came in, sword and shield, trying to hold his own. His shield was cracked almost instantly by the Goblin leader who then proceeded to punch at his head. Were it not for Katana he would have been felled, but Katana kicked out at his ally's legs, knocking him down and saving his life. "Stay down!" he said harshly as the man nodded in agreement.
The hobgoblin, for that is what the leader was, stood impassive, beating his chest. Katana smiled as an arrow whistled past and struck down another goblin. Katana leapt up, kicked out with his foot at the hobgoblins knees and then threw his body flat on the ground. A second later a razor- sharp gust of wind came upon them, killing all the goblins except for their leader. Katana was back on his feet and saw a man in blue robes standing there. He had a scowl on his face and magical energies seemed to be floating all around him. "Hello, Katana." He said coldly. "I was expecting you earlier!"
As he cried that sentence out he pointed at Katana and cried out "Iban Blast!" Raw energies screamed down at Katana but missed him as his friend jumped out and received the punishment. When the dust had disappeared only Katana stood, the ground beneath him was no longer there except for where Katana had hid under his allies' body. The wizard was then faced with another challenge. A man in hooded black robes appeared, holding out a spear with a tip that shone light blue out in the open sun. The hooded man charged the Wizard who merely pulled out a short sword. The spear was thrown at the Wizard by the hooded man and for a second the Wizard looked dead. But his body was no longer there but behind the man, his short sword bursting through his robes. "And tell your master," said the Wizard, "That his order will fall!"
Katana ran back to where his archer was and found the body, head cut cleanly off. He took the bow and arrows and headed towards Draych.
* * *
"…and then a hooded man…appeared but he was…killed easily by this… wizard. I think someone…is after…you, Draych" Katana explained, panting as he did so.
"Aye, laddie," Draych said, "I did not put an add up for nothing."
"Who were they, anyhow?" Katana asked, sitting down in the carriage next to Draych.
"Bandits laddie, the Wizard and other humans I knew not of," he explained. "When I was young," he started again, "A young youth barely having past twelve winters, I got caught up in a power struggle between two gangs. These were The Phoenix Gang and the Back Arm gang. They ruled the slums in Varrock, where I lived, and every night a violent battle was fought. My father, Draco, was a leader in The Phoenix gang and one day he did not come back. I was expected to replace him in The Phoenix gang and I did so, but was appalled at what these 'Gangs' did. My father had always told me 'Son, The Phoenix gang keeps order in Varrock and holds their own against The Black arm.' However it is not so…"
He went on to explain about the Horrors and Nightmares he had experienced in his reign in The Phoenix Gang. His best friend, first love and Mentor were all killed one night in a conflict. When talking about this a tear appeared in his eye as he said this and for the first time Katana studied Draych's face. He was not so old, about late forties from what Katana could tell, but his eyes have seen thing most men should not have. His black hair was greying and his face was covered in wrinkles. He was wearing travelling boots and had a light green tunic on.
Draych then, for the first time, saw the pain in Katanas' fiery eyes. There was wisdom there that not every full-grown man would know of and a passion that burned with a fiery glow. It seemed, infact, that a fire was burning within Katana and not even the iciest cold water could extinguish that. His physical condition was excellent. His muscles were actually hard and his skill with the blade was unmatched by every person Draych knew except two.
* * *
One bandit had survived the assault on Draych. His armour was shattered and blood dripped from several wounds. He limped hastily back to camp; his left arm had been either broken or fractured by the masked warrior and his right leg had been burnt so he could not walk without feeling pain. He entered the camp near nightfall and insisted upon heading up to The Boss first before getting medical treatment.
The doors burst upon in the hall, a figure standing there walking quickly to the young bandit. "Kelahor! The Boss greeted, "how did the hunt fare? Did you kill the traitor?"
"No milord," Kelahor said, "We could…not reach the…enemy."
"What!?" roared The Boss.
* * *
Katana and Draych reached Port Sarrim the following day, just before noon. They had not come upon any trouble since the Goblins and Bandits, apart from the occasional wild bear, or muddy terrain. On one such occasion the carriage and pack horses had been stuck in a deep pile of mud, and it took them nearly three hours to get them all out.
When they reached Port Sarrim, they immediately went to the ships captain, well the newly appointed captain, Heaf, to check that the ship was ready for tomorrow.
"Aye," he said with an accent nearly as heavy as Draychs'. "Ye'll be at Ardougne in no time on Seaman here."
"Good," Draych said and checked in at the inn.
The next morning they set out. Katana felt free out there in the ocean and did not get sea sick. That couldn't be said for Draych though. His face was almost always green, every five minutes he threw up and could not find his legs.
On the third day in the afternoon disaster struck. Up on the crows nest Figi, the look-out, spotted a sail and identified it as a party of marauders, who have been raiding sea side villages frequently these past few months. They tried to steer clear away, but did not manage as the marauders simply followed them.
"If they want a fight, they'll get a fight," mumbled Heaf. "Lads, man your positions, all civilians get below deck!"
"Hmmpf," said Katana, "I'll stay up here and help fight."
"It's your death wish laddie," Heaf said, a look of displeasure crossing his face.
* * *
On the enemy ship the atmosphere was quite different. They were all up for a fight, but the crew of Seaman had been quite wrong in saying they were marauders. No, no, no, they were far from it.
They were, infact, Phoenix gang members. After hearing of the Black Arm's gang unsuccessful try to kill Draych, they had let their entire navy out. However their navy was quite small, but large enough to take on a passenger boat. What could possibly go wrong...?
* * *
On board The White Knights' flagship, Retribution, Kelrod stood on the bridge seeing two opponents close in on each other. He had best go help the Civilian ship, he thought. They were meant to be 'the good guys' so he may as well keep that impression. The boy could wait. Oh yes, that boy could wait.
* * *
Seaman turned around swiftly, the crew manning their bows and three men manning a Ballista. Katana was not the only civilian on deck, there was two others, one with cyan hair and ghastly white eyes and the other with dark hair blue eyes and a dark scarf tied around his mouth and neck. The man with the Cyan hair looked oddly familiar and so Katana reminded himself to check them out, in case they were from The Black Arm or Phoenix gang.
The enemy vessel had the first shot. Their 'gunpowder' cannon shot out a ball that missed Seaman entirely, but their archers found their mark. Several crewmen fell, arrows protruding from the necks or chests.
Heaf called out an order and arrow shots whizzed out, killing many of the enemy. The ballista was most successful; it destroyed the mast of the ship, so they could no longer run. They were nearly in boarding range when a new ship came into view. Katana recognised the flag. It was the flag of the White Knights.
It too had a cannon, but it missed the enemy ship and destroyed Seaman's mast. Now both ships could not move.
* * *
Now all they could do was dive for cover, and hope that they would make it out of this mess alive. The entire time was spent shooting at each others ships, Seaman taking a beating from the enemies cannon's until the Retribution destroyed the cannon. The White Knight's vessel headed straight for the gap between the two ships, which was barely large enough for it fit into.
All this time Katana had sat there, fuming, until Heaf asked him what was wrong.
"Those bastards, the White Knights, killed my friends and mentor. They destroyed my friends mercilessly. I would rather kill them then those damn pirates." Katana said.
"I see," Heaf said thoughtfully, "Ye know what Katana?"
"What..?" Katana replied.
"I feel the same way you do." Heaf said, smiling warmly.
"Yeah, sure you do." Katana said in a rather mockingly tone.
"No seriously," Heaf said, "they're not really White Knights. They're not even real Faladorians!" Katana looked dumbfounded.
"You know too?" asked Katana. It was now Heaf's turn to look dumbfounded.
"I not only know, I was there when the true Falador was destroyed." Heaf said, his eyes narrowing. An arrow whizzed past, it struck a man who was crawling away from the firefight. Heaf went on to explain what had happened nearly fifteen years ago.
"Well that's settled than." Katana said firmly. "They shall drown in their own blood!"
Heaf thought it over for a second or two. "Ye'll not be alone!"
* * *
When Retribution was in boarding range and blocking from the enemy ship, Heaf gave the word. Archers stood up and shot from behind their barricades. The ballista punched a hole in Retribution's hull, and killed a few men with it. It was spitting outside.
"Charge!" cried out Heaf as he, Katana and about a dozen crew members ran into the hull. Soon swords were clashing, daggers were lashing and crossbows were firing. Katana ran past the main fight to the stairs which leaded from the hull to the deck. He put his foot on the railing and pushed off, gliding towards the battle. Out came his swords and he slashed fiercely at one of the knights, both blades connecting with his head. Needless to say he wasn't breathing much anymore.
Katana hit the ground running. He reversed-gripped his blade and punched out in front of him. His blades connected with two unlucky guard's throats. Their heads went flying. After several more minutes of fighting, Katana noticed someone approach from
Katana & Harkin: Me, I guess
Nakal: Bigaboys (I know you didn't say anything but…heh)
Iceblood: Iceboy77
The Blue Demon: Sam J. Jimmy
Sir Saiya: Saiyaman420
Jason the Strider: Strider3282
~More coming soon~
Chapter III: The Sea of many enemies
Katana picked out two fine blades from the armoury. One was light and had a sharp edge. The other was rather heavy and sturdy, good for big swings. He smiled to the General Store owner and said "When your man is ready."
"Laddie you don't know what ye in fer," said the Shop Keeper shaking his head. "By the way my names Draych. May I ask yours, so I may identify ye body?"
"I'm Katana. You won't need to know my name though." He replied and walked out casually.
* * *
The barbarian helped himself up onto the stage. He pulled out a huge axe, which was strapped to his back, and looked at the boy. He could be flung out of the ring like that and so he thought nothing of it. A peasant stood up and he became the referee of the match. "Welcome to Falador Arena!" wild cries lit up the crowd near the stage. "Today we have a match to prove who would be better, but it looks more like suicide to me!" people shook with laughter.
"In the red corner we have Batruc, the Barbarian!" cheers all round.
"In the blue corner we have Katana, newbie to the arena!" no cheers at all.
Katana grunted and smiled. Just bring it, he mouthed at the Barbarian who shook with rage.
Ding! Ding! Ding! The match began.
They circled each other until Batruc ran clumsily towards Katana and took a great swing with his axe, but he had disappeared. Suddenly a sharp pain was felt in his back and there was Katana kicking out and propelling himself towards the end of the Arena. Draych smiled. This was going to be interesting.
Katana turned and skidded to a halt. He was off and running again, sliding on the floor near Batruc to avoid another heavy swing. He brought up his own blade at an angle where he would cut Batrucs arm and made a gash from his wrist to his arm pit. A roar of pain bursted from the barbarian's lungs, echoing across the stadium. Draych's smile grew wider.
Katana rolled on the floor, avoiding an overhead swing which smashed the ground beneath the barbarian. Katana rolled back and did a rising punch, knocking the barbarian in the chest. He had his blades and brought them down quick but stopped just before the barbarian's throat.
"Yield," Katana said calmly.
"Argh!" Batruc cried as he swung his left fist in hitting Katana fair on the head. He fell to the floor, dropped his swords and blacked out. He saw the robed man he had seen when he had been poisoned.
"Come now, friend." He said, "Wake up." Katana did so then, jumping up and hitting the barbarian's head. Full of fury, Katana let go of his rage, punching, kicking and tackling the startled Barbarian. He pulled the barbarian up, Katana's arm muscles bulging and threw him up and over the arenas side. Draych ran towards Batruc and felt his pulse. There, but barely. He was stone cold. Draych shuddered. He lifted himself onto the arena and went over to Katana. "Well laddie, ye have some skill." He said, hiding a chuckle. "Ye have yeself a job." Katana smiled. Things were looking better already. He looked at his fists and saw they were bloodied. He saw Draych's face as blood exploded from his own forehead, pouring down his chest. He collapsed into darkness.
* * *
Strange dreams awaited Katana. He saw men fighting a war against demons and the birth of a dragon. He was suddenly in a room with no roof, floor or wall. It was a galaxy inside itself and Katana felt the presence of a supreme being. "Katana…" he heard a call coming from what would be the roof. "Follow the light…"
Suddenly a pathway of light lit up and he followed.
* * *
He awoke again, in pain this time, bandages firmly wrapped around his head. He could barely move his arm and had lost all feeling in the right hand side of his body. He saw a blurry shape in the doorway. Draych stood there smiling.
"I know ye not feeling like talking, laddie." He said softly. "But you handled yeself magnifically. I am sorry to put ye through this pain, but when ye recover the job is yers."
Katana nodded weakly and fell asleep, peacefully this time.
* * *
Katana rested in that same back for over a week. He had recovered fast from his injury and the very next morning they set out for Port Sarrim on a cart but Katana rode on a horse which was very fine indeed. On their way, however, they came open a large band of Goblins.
"Ye money or ye life!" cried out the one who was obviously their leader.
"Your life," said Katana quietly as he rode out, ready to meet the goblins charge. "Draych, take your retinue over towards the woods, I'll meet up with once I'm done here." Katana yelled.
"You two!" Draych said as he pointed at a Ranger and a Swordsman. "Go out and help young Katana will ye?" the two soldiers shifted their feet and looked at the ground. "THAT WASN'T A REQUEST THAT WAS AN ORDER!" Draych roared as the two soldiers ran out, not wanting to hear any more yelling.
The Goblins ran out, some threw rocks at Katana and others threw spears. He had to dismount after fifty odd metres as a spear connected with his steeds' leg, slicing it in two. "Sorry mate," Katana said, putting it out of its misery. Instinctually he dived forward and there was suddenly a hail of arrows where his body once was. He looked back and saw bandits standing there smirking.
They stopped smiling when a masked warrior appeared, just as a blur and ran through their group. When he had reached the other side of the clearing, body parts were sliding down, half of the Bandits dead. When they had finally realised what had happened it was too late. A roar of fire erupted from behind the trees, burning what was left of the Bandits easily.
By this time the Goblin had reached Katana. An arrow sliced through the air, hitting a goblin in the neck, blood flowing everywhere. Katana ran to the nearest Goblin, ducked and pushed upwards with his body, throwing it right over his head. His blades came in, in his right arm was the swift blade, turning away a spear-thrust and in his left arm was the heavy blade, covering the attack his right arm could not and finishing off his opponents.
Another ally came in, sword and shield, trying to hold his own. His shield was cracked almost instantly by the Goblin leader who then proceeded to punch at his head. Were it not for Katana he would have been felled, but Katana kicked out at his ally's legs, knocking him down and saving his life. "Stay down!" he said harshly as the man nodded in agreement.
The hobgoblin, for that is what the leader was, stood impassive, beating his chest. Katana smiled as an arrow whistled past and struck down another goblin. Katana leapt up, kicked out with his foot at the hobgoblins knees and then threw his body flat on the ground. A second later a razor- sharp gust of wind came upon them, killing all the goblins except for their leader. Katana was back on his feet and saw a man in blue robes standing there. He had a scowl on his face and magical energies seemed to be floating all around him. "Hello, Katana." He said coldly. "I was expecting you earlier!"
As he cried that sentence out he pointed at Katana and cried out "Iban Blast!" Raw energies screamed down at Katana but missed him as his friend jumped out and received the punishment. When the dust had disappeared only Katana stood, the ground beneath him was no longer there except for where Katana had hid under his allies' body. The wizard was then faced with another challenge. A man in hooded black robes appeared, holding out a spear with a tip that shone light blue out in the open sun. The hooded man charged the Wizard who merely pulled out a short sword. The spear was thrown at the Wizard by the hooded man and for a second the Wizard looked dead. But his body was no longer there but behind the man, his short sword bursting through his robes. "And tell your master," said the Wizard, "That his order will fall!"
Katana ran back to where his archer was and found the body, head cut cleanly off. He took the bow and arrows and headed towards Draych.
* * *
"…and then a hooded man…appeared but he was…killed easily by this… wizard. I think someone…is after…you, Draych" Katana explained, panting as he did so.
"Aye, laddie," Draych said, "I did not put an add up for nothing."
"Who were they, anyhow?" Katana asked, sitting down in the carriage next to Draych.
"Bandits laddie, the Wizard and other humans I knew not of," he explained. "When I was young," he started again, "A young youth barely having past twelve winters, I got caught up in a power struggle between two gangs. These were The Phoenix Gang and the Back Arm gang. They ruled the slums in Varrock, where I lived, and every night a violent battle was fought. My father, Draco, was a leader in The Phoenix gang and one day he did not come back. I was expected to replace him in The Phoenix gang and I did so, but was appalled at what these 'Gangs' did. My father had always told me 'Son, The Phoenix gang keeps order in Varrock and holds their own against The Black arm.' However it is not so…"
He went on to explain about the Horrors and Nightmares he had experienced in his reign in The Phoenix Gang. His best friend, first love and Mentor were all killed one night in a conflict. When talking about this a tear appeared in his eye as he said this and for the first time Katana studied Draych's face. He was not so old, about late forties from what Katana could tell, but his eyes have seen thing most men should not have. His black hair was greying and his face was covered in wrinkles. He was wearing travelling boots and had a light green tunic on.
Draych then, for the first time, saw the pain in Katanas' fiery eyes. There was wisdom there that not every full-grown man would know of and a passion that burned with a fiery glow. It seemed, infact, that a fire was burning within Katana and not even the iciest cold water could extinguish that. His physical condition was excellent. His muscles were actually hard and his skill with the blade was unmatched by every person Draych knew except two.
* * *
One bandit had survived the assault on Draych. His armour was shattered and blood dripped from several wounds. He limped hastily back to camp; his left arm had been either broken or fractured by the masked warrior and his right leg had been burnt so he could not walk without feeling pain. He entered the camp near nightfall and insisted upon heading up to The Boss first before getting medical treatment.
The doors burst upon in the hall, a figure standing there walking quickly to the young bandit. "Kelahor! The Boss greeted, "how did the hunt fare? Did you kill the traitor?"
"No milord," Kelahor said, "We could…not reach the…enemy."
"What!?" roared The Boss.
* * *
Katana and Draych reached Port Sarrim the following day, just before noon. They had not come upon any trouble since the Goblins and Bandits, apart from the occasional wild bear, or muddy terrain. On one such occasion the carriage and pack horses had been stuck in a deep pile of mud, and it took them nearly three hours to get them all out.
When they reached Port Sarrim, they immediately went to the ships captain, well the newly appointed captain, Heaf, to check that the ship was ready for tomorrow.
"Aye," he said with an accent nearly as heavy as Draychs'. "Ye'll be at Ardougne in no time on Seaman here."
"Good," Draych said and checked in at the inn.
The next morning they set out. Katana felt free out there in the ocean and did not get sea sick. That couldn't be said for Draych though. His face was almost always green, every five minutes he threw up and could not find his legs.
On the third day in the afternoon disaster struck. Up on the crows nest Figi, the look-out, spotted a sail and identified it as a party of marauders, who have been raiding sea side villages frequently these past few months. They tried to steer clear away, but did not manage as the marauders simply followed them.
"If they want a fight, they'll get a fight," mumbled Heaf. "Lads, man your positions, all civilians get below deck!"
"Hmmpf," said Katana, "I'll stay up here and help fight."
"It's your death wish laddie," Heaf said, a look of displeasure crossing his face.
* * *
On the enemy ship the atmosphere was quite different. They were all up for a fight, but the crew of Seaman had been quite wrong in saying they were marauders. No, no, no, they were far from it.
They were, infact, Phoenix gang members. After hearing of the Black Arm's gang unsuccessful try to kill Draych, they had let their entire navy out. However their navy was quite small, but large enough to take on a passenger boat. What could possibly go wrong...?
* * *
On board The White Knights' flagship, Retribution, Kelrod stood on the bridge seeing two opponents close in on each other. He had best go help the Civilian ship, he thought. They were meant to be 'the good guys' so he may as well keep that impression. The boy could wait. Oh yes, that boy could wait.
* * *
Seaman turned around swiftly, the crew manning their bows and three men manning a Ballista. Katana was not the only civilian on deck, there was two others, one with cyan hair and ghastly white eyes and the other with dark hair blue eyes and a dark scarf tied around his mouth and neck. The man with the Cyan hair looked oddly familiar and so Katana reminded himself to check them out, in case they were from The Black Arm or Phoenix gang.
The enemy vessel had the first shot. Their 'gunpowder' cannon shot out a ball that missed Seaman entirely, but their archers found their mark. Several crewmen fell, arrows protruding from the necks or chests.
Heaf called out an order and arrow shots whizzed out, killing many of the enemy. The ballista was most successful; it destroyed the mast of the ship, so they could no longer run. They were nearly in boarding range when a new ship came into view. Katana recognised the flag. It was the flag of the White Knights.
It too had a cannon, but it missed the enemy ship and destroyed Seaman's mast. Now both ships could not move.
* * *
Now all they could do was dive for cover, and hope that they would make it out of this mess alive. The entire time was spent shooting at each others ships, Seaman taking a beating from the enemies cannon's until the Retribution destroyed the cannon. The White Knight's vessel headed straight for the gap between the two ships, which was barely large enough for it fit into.
All this time Katana had sat there, fuming, until Heaf asked him what was wrong.
"Those bastards, the White Knights, killed my friends and mentor. They destroyed my friends mercilessly. I would rather kill them then those damn pirates." Katana said.
"I see," Heaf said thoughtfully, "Ye know what Katana?"
"What..?" Katana replied.
"I feel the same way you do." Heaf said, smiling warmly.
"Yeah, sure you do." Katana said in a rather mockingly tone.
"No seriously," Heaf said, "they're not really White Knights. They're not even real Faladorians!" Katana looked dumbfounded.
"You know too?" asked Katana. It was now Heaf's turn to look dumbfounded.
"I not only know, I was there when the true Falador was destroyed." Heaf said, his eyes narrowing. An arrow whizzed past, it struck a man who was crawling away from the firefight. Heaf went on to explain what had happened nearly fifteen years ago.
"Well that's settled than." Katana said firmly. "They shall drown in their own blood!"
Heaf thought it over for a second or two. "Ye'll not be alone!"
* * *
When Retribution was in boarding range and blocking from the enemy ship, Heaf gave the word. Archers stood up and shot from behind their barricades. The ballista punched a hole in Retribution's hull, and killed a few men with it. It was spitting outside.
"Charge!" cried out Heaf as he, Katana and about a dozen crew members ran into the hull. Soon swords were clashing, daggers were lashing and crossbows were firing. Katana ran past the main fight to the stairs which leaded from the hull to the deck. He put his foot on the railing and pushed off, gliding towards the battle. Out came his swords and he slashed fiercely at one of the knights, both blades connecting with his head. Needless to say he wasn't breathing much anymore.
Katana hit the ground running. He reversed-gripped his blade and punched out in front of him. His blades connected with two unlucky guard's throats. Their heads went flying. After several more minutes of fighting, Katana noticed someone approach from
