Chapter 5: New Friends and old enemies
Brian was all but a born killer, he could kill without remorse, but he didn't relish in it, he just did what he had to do.
And now was a good time to start killing. Because it was kill or be killed, and he intended to live. So it was a battle to the death, well, robots can't be killed, because they technically weren't alive. But he could still plunge a blade into them.
He took one look at the regiment massed before him and bolted into his cabin, where he barred the door. He was not ready for this fight, not yet…
The door shook as the robots ran into it. But it held, at least, it will hold… for about ten minutes.
He ran towards his wooden bed. (Which is more like a cot) And pulled out a large box from under it. It was about three feet long and one foot wide. And two feet high.
He pushed open the lid and pulled out the contents, placing them on the bear hide covers. They were: Dozens of extra arrows, his two handed sword's twin, an extra bow, an axe, a hatchet and a length of parachute cord. He then climbed up into the rafters of his cabin after tying all of the new items together with the rope. He cut a large hole in the roof using his sword. He climbed back down and threw the items up on the roof. He walked to one wall which was completely covered by a rack holding spears. About twenty in all. He grabbed the rifle off of his bed and slung it over his shoulder. (It has one of those straps) He then turned to the spears.
He hauled them all up, two by two. He had just pushed a large piece of wood over the hole to seal the cabin when the door came crashing down. (Brian is now up on the roof and Cujo is still in the cabin, cowering under the bed.
He drew his longbow and nocked an arrow. He aimed down into the sea of grey below him and released. He realized that he didn't need to aim so carefully because there were so many of them.
Flit…Flit…Flit…Flitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflit!
The air was thick with arrows. The razor sharp edges tearing into the thin aluminum skin of Slade's infantrymen. His quiver was spent. He reached down and refilled it with another load of arrows. (Authors note, he made all of these arrows because he never knew when he would need spares, also… he was bored. Same goes with the spears, got bored and made weapons)
Flitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflit!
Another handful of arrows.
Flitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflit!
Another handful.
Flitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflitflit!
He stopped, he only had one quiver load left, and he intended to save them. He looked down to see the damage that he had done. At least half of the force was dead. This was good. He stopped and counted the remaining numbers.
About 70 left, that's good.
He looked at his spears.
20 spears, not good.
He checked his cartridge pouch.
30 shells, not good. Even if I use all of my ranged weapons, I'll still have twenty left, and that could be a hassle.
As if on cue, about one hundred more soldiers joined the first wave.
Oh, shit. Well, I'm gonna use these spears and meet them face to face. If I die… then I can't be sorry, because most of my life has been shit anyway.
Soon, almost too soon, he ran out of spears.
Maybe I should give them some bullets…
Before he could do anything, the smell of smoke filled his nostrils. It took him a second to realize that they were burning the cabin down. They were forcing his to fight them in melee. He put his bow in its case on the harness and tucked the hatchet in his belt. He slung the rifle so the strap came down from his left shoulder and went to his right side. It was snug and secure. He threw the extra sword into the crowd, along with the axe, reached behind him and drew the black knives, all one and ½ feet of them, hefted them in his hands, and jumped to meet his quarry.
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"Hey, I see some smoke" Cyborg pointed out, and sure enough, there was a black column of smoke rising very far off in the distance.
He can't be dead; I just know it Robin thought
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Brian began cutting through their ranks like a hot knife through butter, his twin blades were just a flash of silver, and then his target would be on the ground, looking at the other half of their body.
"Is that all you've got to throw at me! I'm not even sweating!" He jeered as he cut, and cut, and cut…
A howl of pain came from the burning cabin; it was the howl of a dog.
"Cujo's in there, you assholes!" he yelled as he mowed his way to his home. The door was no longer there, so he gained easy access to the interior. He freed the dog, which was trapped by some rubble, and sheathed his black knives. He drew the two handed sword from his belt, (Just for the sake of details, it looks a lot like the sword Aragorn always uses, with a grip for two hands, but it can be wielded with one) and ran back out into the fray, slashing with a feral rage at anything that came within the reach of his three foot long double edged blade.
They attacked me, they deserve to die. He said to himself as he moved them down as easily as shooting a bulls-eye target at point blank range with his bow.
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The Titans stared incredulously at the scene below them. A lone figure was easily killing all of the forces that Slade had dispatched. A figure with long blond hair tied into a ponytail. A figure that was in the same clearing that Brian lived in.
Robin circled around, trying to find a clear spot to land, it wasn't too hard, because there was almost no bots left, all of them had fallen to Brian's blade.
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Brian stared at the last of his foes, a bot that was smart enough to start running away. He sheathed his sword and drew his longbow. He reached behind him and drew an arrow. He nocked it, drew the string, and took careful aim…
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The titan's watched the last robot fall, an arrow dead center in the back of its head. Robin emitted a low whistle as he took in the scene of carnage that lay before him.
He did all this? I doubt even the five of us could dispatch all of those units so quickly… He would make a good ally… a very strong ally… and we'd better make him one soon, because I bet Slade is already trying to get to him.
"Uh, guys? Can I talk to you all alone?" He said to his team. They all walked behind the ship. They all agreed to what Robin had proposed.
"Great, so it's settled then, I'll go talk to him." He said, striding towards the person who was standing in the clearing, his back turned on him. When he reached Brian, he put a hand on his shoulder; Brian whirled around in surprise, drawing his black knives as he turned.
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Brian stared at Robin, he didn't even notice the ship, all he had noticed was the chaos that had become this clearing. Seeing Robin, and not another soldier, Brian sheathed the twin blades. Then his eyes took on a weary look, all of a sudden, Brian looked very old.
"Hey, Brian, how would you like to join our team?"
Elsewhere…
"Goddamnit all to hell! I won't tolerate failure of this magnitude, he was one person, how could you fail!" Slade yelled in the man's face.
"How was I supposed to know he had such power?"
"I asked for him alive. I want him BACK! I want him back into my service, and now, thanks to your obsolete troops, he is now in the service of the titans!"
"Sorry" The man mumbled.
Slade drew a long, curved katana out of a small closet near them. He tossed the katana into the second person's arms.
"I can't have him alive now, so kill him. And if you fail me, you'll be very sorry indeed" Slade uttered in a threatening tone.
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