Sparda's Revenge: Story 2
The cliff of madness hung over the temple of Pandora towards the final temple where Pandora's Box was held. Sparda made his way from the statue to the pathway of the cliffs. Everywhere he stepped was covered in jagged rocks and passing through it was not as simple. He climbed from mountain to mountain reaching the top of each cliff. With every passage, the air grew thinner and Sparda's strength wore out quicker. Still he pressed through the destructive journey. When he finally reached the edge of the Cliff of Madness, he looked around to find a harpy eating a dead soldier on the ground.
Sparda: "Wretched beast, I know who it is you serve! Return to your master!"
The harpy sneered at Sparda and eventually flew away along with the corpse of the soldier.
Sparda: "Tell the God of War I am his no longer! Tell him he is not safe while I walk the earth. I will find Pandora's box! And I will use it, to see him tremble and fall before me..."
Sparda watched the harpy disappear from his vision when he heard the voice of Sareena.
Sareena: "Your progress is impressive Sparda, but be warned, once you ascend to the upper levels of the temple, you will not be able to return without Pandora's Box."
Sparda quietly listened until her voice vanished before he walked over a raggedy bridge. The bridge extended over to a temple that was crested with blue thunderbolts and gold rings. Still the bridge creaked and rocked around as if it would break any second. He kept looking down at his feet in to watch for gapes in the wood. When he was closing in to the ending, a pair of Cyclops along with some undead soldiers stood by the end. The undead charged forward towards him, not caring how violently the bridge rocked. Sparda fought back as the soldiers pushed him back. As he cut one of the undead in half, he saw one of the Cyclopses attempting to get on. Sparda knew what the outcome would be and he immediately grabbed a hold on the bridges rope handles. The bridge was able to withstand the Cyclops body for a short time but it broke under his feet. The large Demon fell from the cliff as the bridge began to snap the other wooden boards. All the undead soldiers watched helplessly as they fell through the bridge as Sparda held on to the rope. One of the undead managed to grab a hold of Sparda's leg but with one strong kick, Sparda knocked him off. He hung by his hands as he saw more undeads climbing onto the rope from both sides. Sparda reached for Medusa's head but as he untied the string, the head fell down with the undeads. Still as it fell, its gaze managed to catch a few of the soldiers. Yet the demons crossed over towards Sparda as he swung his blades around cutting off their hands that still gripped onto the rope. As one came closer to Sparda, he wrapped his legs around its neck and broke it. Still they closed onto him and jumped onto his legs. He tried to kick them off but they weighted down his feet that he couldn't lift them. He fought of as much as he could with his left hand but he felt his right hand losing its grip. Without any other choice, Sparda cut the rope that he was holding into two. The undead Demons lost their grip off the rope as it fell limp. As for Sparda, he twisted the rope around his hand so that as the rope fell he would hold onto it until they hit the edge of the cliff. As the rope swung into the mountainside all the Demons that held onto Sparda fell from the impact. Sparda breathed hard as he began to climb up the rope up to the cliffs edge. Still one of the Cyclopes stood over the edge and looked at Sparda climbing up. He took his blunt axe and cut the rope that Sparda hung on to. With one mighty leap, Sparda was able to grab the ledge of the cliff. As the giant Demon began to lift its foot to stomp Sparda, he threw one of his blades into its eye. It screeched as Sparda pulled the chains around the blade to make the Cyclops fall off the edge. Sparda pulled himself up with his hands and sighed as he lay face down in the ground. But his rest was cut short as three of the Cyclops attempted to grab him. He simply rolled over as they knocked each other off. For the last Cyclops who looked down at the falling Demons dumbfounded, Sparda cut his blades over the giant's heel causing him to fall as well. Sparda cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders as he listened to the Cyclops's screams fade before a blood splattering thump. Sparda turned around and looked at the temple's entrance that was a pair of doors with carvings of all the Gods. As he tried to push open the doors a sharp pain hit his wrist. He looked up to see a dagger impaled him through the hand and onto the wall. Sparda quickly turned around to find a strange looking creature seated on a boulder. The Demon sat with blue colored skin with the legs of a goat, body of a man, and head of a skeletal goat. It wiped the blood from its mouth with the back of its hand and threw the piece of meat it was eating. By its side was a long axe with blades at both ends. It got off the rock and looked at Sparda with it's dead like eyes. It growled and screeched as to call for someone. Sparda watched carefully for anymore of these Satyrs but when no more came he tried to take the dagger from his hand. Just then another dagger flew and impaled Sparda's other hand. From behind the edge of the cliff came two more Satyrs with one colored red and the other colored green. The two had their weapons at hand as they joined the other Demon ready to attack. They hesitated for a moment but in lighting speed, the broke forth towards Sparda. He lifted his legs over him and ripped his hands off the dagger as the Satyrs crashed into the doors with their axes. Sparda flipped over them and pulled out his blades. The all began to attack Sparda simultaneously as he dodged and blocked their attacks while he tried to hit them. From up above one bolder came a black covered Satyr that leaded onto Sparda knocking him off his feet. As he fell, he lifted his head just in time as the axe blade came inches away from his head. He kicked the Satyr with the back of his foot into another as he crawled under them. He stopped underneath the green Satyr and impaled his blades under his groin. The Demon dropped his weapon as he tried to screech but Sparda grabbed his hands of the blades and pushed the blades up through the Satyr cutting him up the middle. The stunned Satyr stood still before both his pieces fell apart from each other. The remaining Satyrs looked at Sparda with a rather shocked anger. The red one charge with his axe extended at Sparda. Sparda just stood still until the Demon was inches away and he simply turned to his right as the Satyr impaled his weapon into the door. The Demon looked up at Sparda as he winked at it before dismembering its head. The blood of the Satyr dislodged itself from the neck and stained the door. The two other Satyrs began to battle Sparda from both his sides. He had to keep up his speed of blocking because he kept averting his attention on side to the other. Finally, Sparda split his legs to the floor to avoid the axe of the red Satyr. Though the axe missed its intentional victim, it found its mark as it hewed away the black Satyrs arm. As the Satyr screamed in agony, Sparda leaped up from his splits and head-butted the blue Satyr. Stunned from the blow, the Demon stumbled backwards into one of the boulders. Sparda let the creature regain its readiness while he transformed his blades into Artemis' Blade. The remaining Satyr grabbed its axe and began to attack Sparda while spinning athletically to use both the ends of the axe. They battled through the skill of weapon handling with their remarkable athletic movements. Suddenly, the Satyr swung its axe forcefully at Sparda but with Sparda's which speed, he managed to lean under the blade as it whisked by his face. When he grained his footing, Sparda knocked the axe out of the Demon's hands and grabbed them firmly. The Satyr began to crush Sparda's hands as he did the same to him while trying to bend their arms sideways. It had now become the battle for strength as the two Demons fought for superb strength over the other. The Satyr began to push back Sparda towards the edge of the cliff. Just as his heel reached the end of the ledge, Sparda dug his feet deep into the ground to avoid being pushed. The Satyr leaded up against Sparda's arm in hopes of pushing him off. The rage in Sparda began to swell up as he battled the Satyr for strength. Instantly, the anger inside Sparda exploded and he found himself full of over demanding strength. He flapped his heavy wings as he pushed back the Satyr. Finally in an act of brutal strength, Sparda twisted the Demon's wrist and ripped them right off it's arms. The Satyr looked at his handless arms as Sparda kicked him onto the boulder that he had sat on. The Satyr moaned in pain as Sparda picked up the axe that belonged to it and threw it into its chest. The Satyr screamed before Sparda came running and drove the axe deeper inside him. The Satyr's skeletal mouth and nostrils dripped with blood before he stopped moving. Sparda pushed himself off the handle and looked at the dead Satyr.
Sparda: "This was quite fun."
Sparda headed for the door as the black Satyr weakly tried to grab Sparda's leg. Sparda kicked the grip from the wounded Demon and moved the headless corpse of the red Satyr out of the Doors path. Before opening it, he looked back at the black Satyr who moaned in pain from the loss of his arm. Sparda quietly snickered at the creature's torment before he pushed open the doors.