Disclaimer: Whoa! Forgot to update this story! Anyway, the main character I own, the original ones I use for my own sick pleasure ^__^
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---Chapter 2: Unexpected Arrival---
After having fought savagely in many past battles, nothing had prepared him for the endless amounts of enemies that rushed out of the gate. The only way their movements could be described was like an evil swarm, sweeping over all the goodness in the city and chocking it with its cold evil grasp. Screams echoed in the night sky which was illuminated with the fires below. Children crying, Women running, Men fighting, Horses charging, Dogs Barking, the whole city seemed to be full of hate, and fear. It was in this moment when no hope could be seen. Fate, it seemed, had come to claim them.
Zhou Yan, fiercly slaying the enemy troops with his Double Axe, and peppering them from a distance with his crossbow, couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the ever increasing numbers of enemy troops which surrounded him. Every time he took one down, 5 more seemed to rush into his place. He swung his double axe around him in such a fashion that you may have thought that the weapon was permanently attached to him. Several troops, armed with long curved swords which he had never seen before, charged at him from his left. He leapt into the air, broke apart his axe as he had done before, and threw it at the two nearest to him, hitting on square in the chest and cutting the others left leg off, making him cry out in immense pain. Un-armed, he jumped down and started attacking them with an amazing number of kicks and blows that the group we're dispatched quicker than they had came. Diving for his weapons, he saw something on one of the bodies of the soldiers he had killed. Something vitally obvious, but he had never had the time before now to notice. They we're all wearing yellow scarves around their heads. "Impossible!" he cried "I witnessed My Lord plunge his sword deep into the heart of that fiend and dispatching his followers!". He recovered his weapons, and re-attached them. "I must see to my lord!" he shouted, this time swinging the double axe out long so it caught the knee-caps of several near by soldiers, slicing straight through skin, muscle, ligaments and bone, with blood oozing out and gushing all over the dry soil. "Hya! Fools! GeT-oUt-Of-My-WaY!!!!!!!" he roared, unleashing the power of his musou. He span the double axe out infront of him several times before breaking it apart and slicing through the nearest line of infantry he could see, and finishing off by plunging them into the ground, sending out a great shockwave which would have rocked the hells themselves off balance. The surrounding area all flew away from him, as if being knocked back by a huge wind. "I am coming Liu Bei!" he leapt up onto the nearest roof he could see and began hoping from roof-top to roof-top with single bounds. He could see the flaming castle in front of him, and outside the burning wreck stood 3 grand noble warriors, one holding a long sword, the other a snake style spear, and the last some sort of puado with a longer handle. He instantly recognised the figures as his masters kinsmen, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, and in the middle stood his lord himself, Liu Bei.
He had been paying so much attention to the fight outside the castle, that he did not notice the group in front of him as he leapt headfirst over to the over side of the roof and straight on top of one of them.
"Halt!" cried one of them, holding an oddly shaped dagger in one hand, and a short sword in the other. The surrounding group all pointed their weapons at him. He had no choice but to comply.
"Who are you?! And what are you doing here?!".
"We, are the children of heaven. Blessed with the might of our lord, we worship him and we would give our lives for him".
"And who is your lord?!". Zhou Yan's patience was growing thinner and thinner.
"Zhang Jiao, master of the white tiger spirit".
"Well, you must be mistaken, Zhang Jiao is dead. I witnessed his death-".
"NO! No. You are gravely mistaken, poor boy. What you witnessed, was not his death" he smircked "it was his transcendence!" he laughed manically.
"Transcendence into what?". Zhou Yan was puzzled by the mad cracklings of this man.
"The ultimate being! Behold. . ." and with that, Zhou Yan was forced to his feet, his arms held behind his back. He would have struggled if it wasn't for the things he saw infront of him, at the castle entrance.
There stood a man, dressed in pure white robes which gleemed in the twilight abyss of the night sky. He held in his right arm an orb which, even from such a distance, seemed to emit evil to the surrounding area. He began walking up to the group of soldiers in front of him who all stepped aside to make way, and into the circle where the 3 brothers of Shu stood. The looks on their face's were that of shock and horror.
Unable to make out what they we're saying, Zhou Yan tried his hardest to break free but eventually decided to stop once the first mans dagger had been pressed against his throat.
He looked back to the castle and saw that they had stopped talking, and the 3 warriors were running towards Zhang Jiao.
Something caught his eye, something was wrong. The whole area seemed as though to be drawn to the orb which Zhang Jiao held, as if it was a great vortex. A great number of light surrounded it, which eventually dissapeared into the night and froze Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei in their tracks like statues. Then, the orb began to glow. First a crimson red, then a deep blue followed by a bright yellow and then a neon green. This happend for a few miniutes or so, but then it just stopped. It stopped still. Nothing happend.
A great white pillar of light and energy shot up into the sky from the ball. It pierced straight through the clouds, tearing them apart in an instant, and seemed to go beyond the brink of space. Then, with much effort and force, Zhang Jiao held out his arm and the great energy from the ball seemed to flow throughout his whole body. He concentrated and focused, and a small jet of blinding light shot out and pierced through Liu Bei, and another on Guan Yu, and another on Zhang Fei, tearing straight through them and taking with it their souls which we're torn away from their vessels screaming and writhing, and eventually being sucked straight into the glass orb which Zhang Jiao held.
"Now, its your turn to face the ultimate judgement!" said the man with the dagger, who carried Zhou Yan along with the rest of his comerades off down the building and into the crown below.
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A/N: i was all out of insperation when i wrote this so if its poor, blame my screwy mind :P