they lined up along in the wilddy, not far from the camp, demonfox hate it out here, the grater demons were having a hay Day, killing everyone they could grab. in the end they lost 20 men before the battle even begun. as time past, they waited for the commanded. then, as the word of god had set on the ears of all the people, angel gods words set on them "all right men, this is it, to Day you become the men you already knew you were... world jump in 3.. 2.. 1.." at that he did, and coming in he saw the last thing he ever wanted. the army of the hell knights were right there. they had jumped about the same time. so pulling out his steel long, he blazed in. everyone fallowed in close rank. he looked into the eyes of a man in full iron, slashing with his sword he hit hard, and hit again, jumping out of the way of the man who did not know how to use his weapon, nor move in his armor. but demonfox, who and worked and work knew how to move, knew how to use what he had. one blow more had the guy on the ground. truing just in time to see the next guy come at him, he started to fight, letting one or two hits et to his armor, giving him time to cast a spell to help the guy next to him. killing off the man in front of him he ran to the next, but this guy was different, this guy, was te man with the black sword...
swing high to try and get him off guard he was meet by the sword. swing once again, this time low, he hit the sword again. this guy was good, and he knew it, but he was destined to win, he had to. fighting will all he had, he hit the guy, or tried to, using all his prayer and even trying to hit him with magic, but nothing would hit him, then he looked up to see the man grinning, "well,. time for me to go off defense, and put on prayer" and with that the guy hit him, demonfox felt his world spinning, and felt as once again the blade hit him hard. the blade had to be pure evil, to hit like that, to kill like that. looking around wail still trying to fight, he saw that there was nothing really left, less then 10 people remained, and that was the last he saw of the battle. he felt it, the sword coming down swift and hard, the blow slicing into him, the blood drip onto the blade, and then it all went black. he was dead, he had to be, then a voice called to him, called him back to the life he had just lost, so he opened his eyes, only to find all of his friends, brothers, clan members around him, they were in noob town, and they had won!
