Chapter 10: Thwarted
The forest was afire. Twigs snapped and crashed to the ground amid smoke and pain. WWESBers screamed out from behind the shroud of trees.
"Looks like we've won," Infernal told Shivan.
"Where are Temp and Ace?" Shivan asked, looking about.
"We're here," Crazyace said as he limped up beside Shivan. Templarle, too, was limping; but in his hands he grasped his ID card. He was staring at it intensely.
"Raptor has refused to come," he informed those around him, still staring at his card. "He also refused to mod the WWESBers for board invasion."
"Whos-its?" asked Shivan.
Temp looked up from his card at last.
"We're alone."
"But we've already won," whined Pie. "They're all dead by now."
"WRONG~!" Burgess said, appearing from no where. "Take a peak."
He pointed towards the forest, and the gathered followed his gaze. There in the fires were dark figures, crouching in the shadow of the flickering flames.
"Whos-its?" Shivan repeated.
Suddenly, from within the bowels of the forest leaped dark streaks into the air: black darts, poisoned with the inky venom of stupidity.
"****," Crazyace said, expressing everyone's feelings at the moment.
Xp walked up beside Pie.
".And the plot thickens!"
The YSBers stared up at the arching weapons and then turned to flee. Wildly they ran to the stage and stood there, steadfast. Few were stricken by the deadly hail, and most of the darts clattered harmlessly into the grass of the clearing.
The YSBers regrouped, and Shivan took his place in the lead. He turned to face the forest.
The figures that had hidden beneath the flames sprang to live, leaping from the forest and charging straight towards the stage. Swords caught the light and glittered in their hands. Guns were drawn. A single black banner flapped ominously in the air.
"Comrades!" Shivan spoke, raising his sword in the air. "We come now to the first battle in this war! Fear not death, for it is short! Fight with valiance against the black tide! The YSB is your home. DEFEND IT!"
He gave a loud shout as he himself leapt from the stage, running madly across the field towards the nearest WWESBer. As he did so, it seemed the light took a liking to him, and shone upon his back: his flittering cloak and brave longsword gleaming in righteous anger. As he ran a war cry broke through the YSBers like a wave, and they sprang to life as one, charging against the WWESBers.
The Vale yet burned. Its people would not let that fire die.
The forest was afire. Twigs snapped and crashed to the ground amid smoke and pain. WWESBers screamed out from behind the shroud of trees.
"Looks like we've won," Infernal told Shivan.
"Where are Temp and Ace?" Shivan asked, looking about.
"We're here," Crazyace said as he limped up beside Shivan. Templarle, too, was limping; but in his hands he grasped his ID card. He was staring at it intensely.
"Raptor has refused to come," he informed those around him, still staring at his card. "He also refused to mod the WWESBers for board invasion."
"Whos-its?" asked Shivan.
Temp looked up from his card at last.
"We're alone."
"But we've already won," whined Pie. "They're all dead by now."
"WRONG~!" Burgess said, appearing from no where. "Take a peak."
He pointed towards the forest, and the gathered followed his gaze. There in the fires were dark figures, crouching in the shadow of the flickering flames.
"Whos-its?" Shivan repeated.
Suddenly, from within the bowels of the forest leaped dark streaks into the air: black darts, poisoned with the inky venom of stupidity.
"****," Crazyace said, expressing everyone's feelings at the moment.
Xp walked up beside Pie.
".And the plot thickens!"
The YSBers stared up at the arching weapons and then turned to flee. Wildly they ran to the stage and stood there, steadfast. Few were stricken by the deadly hail, and most of the darts clattered harmlessly into the grass of the clearing.
The YSBers regrouped, and Shivan took his place in the lead. He turned to face the forest.
The figures that had hidden beneath the flames sprang to live, leaping from the forest and charging straight towards the stage. Swords caught the light and glittered in their hands. Guns were drawn. A single black banner flapped ominously in the air.
"Comrades!" Shivan spoke, raising his sword in the air. "We come now to the first battle in this war! Fear not death, for it is short! Fight with valiance against the black tide! The YSB is your home. DEFEND IT!"
He gave a loud shout as he himself leapt from the stage, running madly across the field towards the nearest WWESBer. As he did so, it seemed the light took a liking to him, and shone upon his back: his flittering cloak and brave longsword gleaming in righteous anger. As he ran a war cry broke through the YSBers like a wave, and they sprang to life as one, charging against the WWESBers.
The Vale yet burned. Its people would not let that fire die.