Life after Legend

Chapter 16: The Mighty Bloodhound

Nothing was to be seen for miles in the desert. No plant or animal seemed to be stirring. The desert was still, as though it was waiting for something spectacular to happen. It is not going to be disappointed.

The four travelers rode on into the desert. Each of them noticed that the desert wasn't as hot as usual. This made them anxious and worried. They rode on hoping to get home faster than they were supposed to.

Then it was seen. A man was walking through the sands. He seemed to be floating above the sands rather than treading upon them. The sand flew up about him, masking him to the passerby. With no warning, he stopped. The sands calmed. He stood there in his glory.

He was smothered in darkness. His clothes were black, a great contrast to his pale white skin. His shaggy black hair waved in a nonexistent breeze as if to mock us. His eyes glowed red, the color of blood. A green aura of malevolence surrounded him. He was the embodiment of evil desire, the epitome of those who lust for power.

"Well, well, well," the dark man said. "Don't you recognize me? I daresay you friend's body suits me quite well. He was a very capable young man. Too bad he's gone now."

"I will make you pay," Knil stated.

"I, the great Lurka, am not worried about a simple little boy. You couldn't defeat before, so what makes you think you can defeat me now?"

Duke and Kiir rushed Lurka while he was taunting Knil. This is a perfect time for a sneak attack. While the enemy is unsuspecting, you sneak up behind them and strike them down. This type of attack should have been simple and successful for these two thieves of great prowess, but it failed.

As they neared to strike from behind, they were flung into the air. Lurka laughed as he watched them fly sky-high. Once they reached the peak of their ascension, Lurka shot to bolts of energy at them. Knil looked to the sky with a look of distraught as he saw his friends and mentor being blown up and as he watched them fall into the sandy distance.

It was at this time that Bohndi moved into action. While the enemy was preoccupied with the defeat and torture of enemies would be the best time for a surprise attack. For the first time in many years, Bohndi unsheathed his blade. With a single, decisive stroke, he began his relentless onslaught.

"Wind Missile! Sand Tsunami! Raining Thunder! Fiery Hail! Earth Typhoon! Thunder Hurricane! Fire Tornado! Water Dragon Blast! Supernova!" Upon saying these words, the elements of nature bended themselves to Bohndi's will. These massive forces converged into a single point within a blink of an eye. They melded themselves together into one massive attack. Bohndi's onslaught would have been endless, except for amidst all the chaos, a single green ray of light escaped from Lurka. Bohndi tried to block the beam with his blade of power, but his effort was in vain. He became trapped in an evil bubble. Though he use all his might, he could not escape. He was as helpless as a little child.

The sand and dust soon settled allowing Lurka to be seen once more. He was a little battered but there was no serious damage. He cried out with a sickening laugh.

"Your big friend scratched me. Do you know how upset I am?" Lurka asked. "That guy could have done some real damage if I hadn't put him away. He's like a helpless little kiddy fresh from grade school. You are really hopeless know. That guy was your best chance at defeating me, but he's gone know."

"You coward! You couldn't even fight him in a fair fight. I shall smite you, you blackguard!" cried Knil.

"I doubt you can do that. You couldn't defeat me when we first met, and I have grown in the mastery of my power! You were, aren't, and never will be a match for me. You will go down like those first two pathetic fools!"

"Feel the wrath of THE BLOODHOUND!" bellowed Knil. A golden light began to surround him, and he became empowered. Bohndi looked on from inside his bubble with surprise. His skin was became white, paler than the moon at night. His hair stood on end, burning a bright crimson color. His eyes were black like bottomless pits of nothingness. He stood there erect, his gaze cold and unflinching. He only muttered these words: "I am the Bloodhound."

Knil outstretched his left hand as if expected something to come to him. He cried out: "SPIRITS OF THE SANDS, BESTOW UPON ME THE SWORD OF EVIL'S BANE!" His word's echoed throughout the desert. A far off whistling sound could be heard. Over the dunes of sand, something was coming nearer. A glinting object speeding towards the two combatants. It landed perfectly into the hands Knil. He now held the majestic Sword of Evil's Bane, the legendary Master Sword.

Upon seeing this blade, Lurka fired at Knil in an attempt to catch him off guard. Knil simply deflected with a single masterfully stroke from his mighty blade. Knil charged with godly speed. He pursued Lurka relentlessly. Blow after blow was landed upon Lurka. He tried to flee and put some distance between himself and Knil, but Knil pursued him doggedly. Any attack that Lurka could launch was agilely dodged or quickly countered. Lurka seemed to have to chance at winning.

You are always told to expect the unexpected, but it never seems possible. Knil should have expected the unexpected, but it caught him off guard. During his onslaught, Knil sent Lurka flying with swing to the head with the blunt end of his sword. Lurka went flowing off a distance of twenty feet or so. He then began to cry out. His yells were brutish grunts. They seemed to be of anger and pain.

"What…is …happening… to… me?" Lurka cried between screams. He clutched his face as he writhed in pain. As suddenly as it started, his queer actions stopped. He stood still and erect. He had a different air about him. It was as if something inside of him had come out and was ready to fight. Without saying a word, he transformed his evil energy into a blade. Swiftly and silently he charged at Knil.

The two warriors fought as if this battle was their last. They fought with all their might. There was no clear winner. The two men were an even match. They exchanged blows many times. Every time one struck the other, the other would strike the first man. They would be forced to fight until the end of time, unless someone intervened. Each man fought the same as the other, it was almost as though they were fighting a mirror image of themselves.

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