Chapter 4: Fights picked and blood about to shed
Brian had just finished smelting. He had taken a titanium plate that he had salvaged from the house and melted it down in his hottest fire he had ever created. The result was two blades. In finer detail, they had a black hilt. (Brian had used charcoal to achieve the effect; he applied it when the blades were in their final shape, but still red hot) He had left them on a log stump to let them cool. The blades themselves were probably only one and a half feet long. The hilts had no hand guard, and were five inches long. They looked very ornate, If he did say so himself.
He had also begun work on the sheaths. He had taken bear hide from his most recent kill, and shaved all the hair off with his hunting knife. He then made them in the shape of a scabbard, and sewn them together with strands of his hair. (It's very long, remember?) Now that the blades were finished, he had one last thing to do. Tan the hides.
He had taken bear fat and the brains of a beaver and pounded them both into a paste. Then he slowly spread the paste over the sheaths, leaving them glossy on the outside. When the paste dried, it would make the leather as stiff as wood, with the gloss still remaining. That was also how he had made the bow case and quiver, and they looked like they were made by a professional.
That's because I am a professional. He thought.
Soon the blades had cooled enough to touch, and he inspected the pair of identical blades for deformities and faults.
He could find none.
He took them inside his cabin and laid the twin scabbards in the sun to dry. Soon, he would have a new weapon that would be wielded with greater speed than the swords. He didn't know why he was obsessed with weapons; he just preferred to have something to defend himself effectively with.
I look like a native and a knight. He thought to himself as he went into his home to sharpen them and take a nap afterwards.
He never noticed the robotic drone that watched him silently from above.
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The two dark figures watched the large screen in front of them. Their target had just finished making what looked like twin blades and had gone off into his cabin.
"What do you want him for?" One person said.
"I want him back" Slade answered. "Assemble your troops; I want you to bring him to me. Alive if possible, dead… dead will do, but I would prefer him alive"
"Yes, yes, I can do that" The second person said, eyeing the screen with deep hate. Eyeing where Brian used to be.
"Well, do it!"
"Yes, of course" The shadowy figure said, running from the room as quick as he can.
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"We have massive movements of Slade's forces detected" Raven said, sitting in front of a computer screen.
"What? Where?" Robin asked, instantly interested.
"Somewhere north of here, about fifty miles"
"I don't get it, why aren't they in the city?"
"I don't know, but it still means something bad, we'd better go investigate"
"Yeah, we'd better, alert the others, we're gonna get moving in a couple of minutes" He said, rushing to the T-Ship
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Brian had just finished honing his twin blades to razor sharpness. He had also decided to call them his black knives, due to the black titanium hilts. (The charcoal isn't the hilt, it just is rubbed on it, because of the heat, it had fused to the metal and won't rub off, either) And because they looked somewhat like Legolas's white knives, although he had just noticed. He now had been snoring for about twenty minutes when Cujo had started barking furiously outside.
Annoyed, he shouldered his quiver harness, which had been changed, the black knives replaced the two swords on it, and one sword hung at his belt. It was much better because he had less pressure on his back, and he preferred the knives there, because he couldn't easily draw them from his belt, but he could always hang a sword on the belt and easily reach it. He also grabbed the rifle. (He had finished cleaning it after he had gutted the bear and stretched out its hide to dry.) He checked the tubular magazine to see how loaded it was, it was full of the lethal bullets. He cocked the rifle and headed outside, wondering what he would find.
He found nothing, but Cujo was still barking like mad, Brian looked where Cujo was barking, and he still didn't see-
A sudden movement in the bush caught his attention. He raised the stock to his shoulder, taking aim down the barrel. Whatever it was, it was getting closer.
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"Hey, you recognize this place?" Cyborg said, looking out of his cockpit
"Yeah, isn't this the way we took to Brian's?" Beastboy answered. Although the other team members had their doubts, but when the landscape below them changed to an endless sea of conifers, they knew where they were headed.
And Robin had a slight idea why the Robots were here.
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"Alright, whoever it is, come out of there, I have a bullet aimed at your head, if you don't come out on the count of five… Then you'll find out how much kick this rifle has"
Whatever it was in the bush didn't give any inclination that it had heard him, it just stayed where it stood.
"One…" He closed one eye.
"Two…" His finger tightened around the crescent shape of the trigger.
"Three…" His feet moved apart, to give him a more stable position to fire. "Come on buddy, you can't possibly think I'm joking" He said under his breath.
"Four…" His arm holding the trigger moved slightly away from his body.
"FIVE!" He yelled. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he fired. The blast of the rifle seemed to shatter the silence, killing everything in the vicinity. Even Cujo had stopped barking. He cocked the rifle again, and looked down the barrel. When he was sure that nothing else was in the immediate vicinity, he let the rifle fall to his side and went to see what he had killed.
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"Did you hear that?" Beastboy asked the rest of the group.
"No, what did you hear?" Robin answered
"I swear I heard a gunshot"
"We must be getting close…" Robin said under his breath.
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Brian treaded carefully into the woods; he found what he had shot about twenty feet into the bush. It turned out to be a robot. Its head was gone. An ornate s was on its chest. Horrified, Brian ran back into the clearing, He was horrified because of what he had found.
Calm the fuck down, just because it was wearing a uniform doesn't mean it's a-
He looked around. He then saw hundreds of the same types of robots enter the clearing.
Soldier He finished. He raised the rifle, but there were too many targets, and they were walking slowly towards him. He fired off a few rounds, causing many of the robots to get a hole in their chests.
And the world around him exploded into motion, with the Soldiers racing towards him, the rifle was useless now, they were too close. He dropped it and drew his Black Knives. They were wonderfully light in his hands. A new sense overcame him, rage.
If they think they're gonna touch me, they've got another thing coming. He thought as he unleashed Cujo, who raced to the nearest safe place, which turned out to be the cabin. The dog seemed eternally thankful that he had left the door ajar. Brian turned around, he was completely surrounded, but, to his surprise, he didn't care.
He would kill them all, if he had to.
Sorry that I had to leave you hanging on that, and sorry that this chapter is slightly short, but… it's all planned out. Thanks to my reviewers, and please review!
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