A lone hooded figure walked down the alleyway. "Youuu...mussst...liiive..." He mumbled, a low raspy noise instead of a voice. He wore a sleeveless cloak, black cheastplate with a blazing sun painted across the front. Black pants tucked into metal-shod boots, two sword sheaths at his sides. "I...will...kill...you...all..." He rasped out, extending heavily scarred arms, and then swiftly reached in, and pulled out two swords, one of a mercury looking color, and another of obsidian, infused with red veins snaking its way from the hilt to the edges, and he held them at his sides, dragging behind him.
"Death...to...all..." He rasped, as swordmasters began jumping down into the alley. "Hey, stupid, drop your weapons, or we'll tear you apart." And the man stopped, tilting his head, cold mist erupting from the dark abyss of his hood. "...I...dare you." He said, with a low laughter as their tempers flared, and they all launched themselves at him, rocketing at him at high speeds, but he kept on laughing.
"Dusk...twilight... have...your taste... of blood." He said, as he dodged three blows, and with a strange swing, while he leaned back, Twilight sunk deep into a swordmasters arm, and they veins began to pulsate, as they drained his wound of blood. "WHAT THE HELL!" He asked, as his swordarm went limp, and another swordmaster lunged at him, and scored a stab deep into his chest, and saw a grinning scarred face, as blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth. "Your dead!" The swordmaster laughed, and he began laughing as well, spewing blood onto him. "DIE!" The strange man yelled, thrusting Dusk deep into his opponents chest, as swordmaster's face turned from triumph to terror, as the life fled from his face, turning plae white, his eyes even losing color, as he dropped dead, and the last swordmaster, terrified, stepped back.
"Are... you the Terror of Bolstar!" He asked, and the gaping wound were the blow hand landed had dissappeared. "...Yes." He muttered, the two blades throbbing, as he held them limply at his side. "Oh god... oh god, shit!" The swordmaster said, running away, running as fast as he could, but he ran headlong into someone. "...I said...death...to all..." The man panted out, as if living was painful for him. The swordmaster was terrified. "I do...believe... it was you...Ereans... who made me...live like this..." He panted out, raising a blade, bringing it down swiftly into his skull. "...I don't...forgive any of you..." He rasped, kicking the bloodless body over, walking slowly away from the scene.
Elsewhere...
Sin kept running for dear life... What was Erish doing here? He wasn't part of the Ereans... or had he joined, just to get him? After all those years of hiding from those two, he suddenly gets caught, when life was picking up... he said he was ready to die... but not yet... he had something left to do... He thought, as he ran into a group of people fighting off cavaliers.
"Ey! Help here, now!" A middle aged man called out, with unkempt hair, and a large scar over his left eye. He was wearing full plate, as was his white steed. He swung at an opposing rider's sword, as he plunged his heavy lance deep into him, dragging him off his own horse, and slamming him into the next rider who approached him, knocking him off his horse as well.
Besides him was a mercenary, who was carrying a strange glowing green blade, and he had many other blades on his sheath, also glowing different colors, and one that didnt glow whatsoever. "Fucking wyverns..." He muttered, as he swung his blade at one flying above head, and all of a sudden, a heavy wind picked up around it, and it was dragged swiftly into the ground, where the wyvern's wings were broken. The paladin rushed over, and drove his lance into the rider, before the rider had any idea of what rushed at him in the darkness. "Heresy... any one else of our group left over? What about Carlos, Aidan, and Nadia?" He asked, and Heresy, the mercenary, shrugged, adjusting his shield. "Bah, they were just magic casters... nothing against them personally, but we could do with out them..." He said.
Suddenly, a wyvern right behind Heresy roared, and Heresy was paralyzed by fear. "...How'd I not notice!" He said, and suddenly, over his shoulder, an arrow found itself a snug home in the wyverns eye, deep into it's skull, rendering it dead, and the rider jumped off, and began running.
"Let's see how you like to be hunted on foot..." They all heard, as a wyvern with a blazing sun painted on it chest flew over head, accompanied by a pegasus knight. Hereesy looked around. "Where the hell did the arrow come from?" He asked, and a girl of average height stepped out from the shadows, laughing. "Had you scared, huh, Heresy?" She asked, and the merc, dressed in a long overcoat, with a light breastplate, bearing the emblem of Bolstar, nodded. "You should stop playing hero and waiting last second to save people, it'll get someone killed, Siham..." He said, and she giggled. "Where's the fun in that?" She asked, and Henesy glared at her. "Not getting killed." The twenty-four year old mercenary said to the twenty-two or so year old archer.
"Pfft, if you don't wanna die, then save yourself!" She said, and Herest got annoyed. "Ugh, that's what you're for! SUPPORT!" He said, and the Paladin shushed them. "Hold up you two, who're these guys?" He asked, approaching the twitchy Sin, and August and Kitch, who were still in awe of these three's skill. "The name's Balhd." He said, and Sin nodded. "...You havn't a great knight come by, have you?" Sin asked, and Balhd asked. "Yes, the Grand Commander... what squad are you from...? You don't look very strong... are you the backwater units that were pushed on the Grand Commander's son Kyren?" and Sin nodded. "No great knight in dark blue? With a big scary axe?"
"The Grand Commander wields a big axe... but it's not scary... almost inspirational, actually, seeing him hold up his great white axe over his head, rallying the men to defense..." Balhd said, with a grin. "So, you guy's are from squad four, Kyren's little troop. He's got some able men, from the little I've seen..." He said, and Sin nodded, yeah yeah, but if you see a big scary great knight, hide me..." Sin said, a crazed twitch taking over his right eye. "Ok..." Balhd said with an incredulous look on his face.
Siham walked over to them. She wore a long blue patched and worn skirt that reached mid-calf and a light green sleeveless shirt with a brown leather vest and brown boots. She had freckles all over her cheeks, and her hair was short, curly and bright orange. "Uhm... should we team up...?" She asked, shyly, not knowing this bunch. "Yes... it'd be the best idea..." Autumn said matching Siham's own timidity. "Should we look for Aidan and Nadia, and Carlos?" Siham said, turning to Heresy and Balhd. "Yes, I think us and them were the only one's who survived the camp slaughtering... everyone who had dinner died of poison... how the hell they managed that stunt, is beyond us..." He said, shaking his head, and the thought struck Sin. Thats why there were so little units besides them; they had all died if they partook in the army's main dinner...
Kyren took another heavy blow, but his armor deflected it, but it knocked the wind out of him, and his energy was fading fast. Where did all these warriors come from? They leaked out of the shadows, ten by ten, with insane determination, and suicidal tendencies, throwing themselves by the dozens to tear down whoever was left. Hannah was panting as she weakly swung at another warrior, cutting deep, but he still chased her down. She had no energy left, no will to move her feet, so she stood there, waiting for her death at the end of the axe. But that death never came.
"Thank me later..." Michael said, covered in blood, his blade drenched and notched. He handed her a vulnerary, and she looked at it. "It's the last one, and me and Terra are fine." He said, and Terra was there too, fending off blows, driving her blade into one warrior after the other. They did not fall easily, and when one fell, another came to take it's place. "At this rate... we'll never take the castle again..." He said, and he growled. "I have to prove myself..." He said, lifting his heavy blade, and he brought it down into another warrior. "FIGHT THEM BACK!" Kyren roared, and suddenly, as if on cue, bursts of magic shot from behind them, totalling the front rank that was pushing the group back.
Kyren turned, and saw Keith, Hiyo, accompanied by another shaman and two monks. "We found them on the way here, and decided to take them with us." Terra said with a self-accomplished grin, her eyebrown split and one arm limp, from a heavy cut on it. Jacquelin laughed. "Hah, the little sword-girl's proving useful!" She said, even her, the endless fountain of energy, was slowing down, but a new spike of energy had entered her, as from the back ranks, there were six magic users, and an archer reinforcing the front, consisting of her, Kyren, Glen, Hannah, Michael, and Terra.
"ONWARD!" Kyren yelled, as they all began hacking and slashing with a new morale, cutting down the front lines.
"Impressive... that he's able to be killing so many, with so little... and so untalented they are, as well..." A man said looking down from the window. "That's my son for you..." Another man said, to the right of him, standing in the darkness. "Is... this utterly nessescary? Is the heir THAT important?" He asked the man standing there, and the light shone on him. It was Erish. "Yes... it is... they alone have the blood needed..." He said, and Kyren's father sighed from the shadow. "Well... I know Sin is in Kyren's group... if you and your companion are that interested... take the shadows, and go. Find him, and leave the rest of the ruined Bolstar be." He said, and Erish laughed. "No, can't do that. I was given my chance at Sin at the cost of this town. Truthfully, I would have never accepted such mindless slaughter unless Sin was involved." Erish said.
"You've lost your soul, havn't you?" Kyren's father asked. Erish began laughing. "Could you tell that easily?" Erish asked. Kyren's father nodded. "I know my oldest son well... you've changed... sad, that you'd sacrafice your soul for this kind of power in return for Sin and the heir... do you even know where he is? The heir, rather." Kyren's father asked. Erish shook his head. "No... but I can feel him... he's somewhere in here... all I have to do... is collect the heir, law waste to this pitiful capital, then me and my companion finish our past with Sin... and the world's as good as ours. But don't worry father, I won't forget you and my little brother... he has no idea who I even am, huh?" He asked, and Kyren's father shook his head.
"No." And Erish laughed. "Good. That'll make this more fun..." He said with a laugh, walking into the shadows. The Grand Commander sighed. "It's sad... how my son could so easily fall to the darkness to gain power... to rule it all... he plays himself off as a pawn to become king..." The Grand Commander said, sighing. "Kyren will do him in, one day." The Great Commander said, touching the wall, and exiting using a hidden passage. "General of Defense... Terror of Bolstar... good luck with the clean-up..." He said, dissappearing.
They were successfully pushing them back. "KEEP IT UP!" No more arrows of fire fell, no more fire brigades rushed the city, and it seemed the streets were empty, the final force being these warriors, faces obscured by helms, attacks relentless, blockading the castle, but the numbers were fading fast. "Hey, Commander! We brought the last units alive!" Sin called out, and Kyren turned around, and saw another mercenary, an archer, a paladin, and Kitch, August, and Sin himself. "HURRY! ANYONE WITH WEAPONS, UP FRONT! AUGUST, HEAL US ALL!" He called out, and everyone looked relieved, healing was on its way, as they began cutting down the last rank.
August galloped back and forth, spreading relief to the heavy units. After a little while, all of the mindless warriors were gone. "Good work everyone!" Kyren called. Suddenly, a heavy knight mounted on a black mare erupted from the shadows, and lunged at the group. Everyone scattered. "Hello Sin... Kyren..." He said, laughing darkly. Sin's eyes dialated in terror. "Oh god..." he said, and there was the sound of clanking armor from behind them, and the dragging of blades.
"...Leave...this...place..." The lightly armored man said, and the clanking armored man was twice as bulky as Glen, but moved rather easily. Glen, was sleeping, dentless. "Yeh, ya should, unless you wanna get da shit beatin' outta ya." The heavily armored man said, a blazing sun on his back, dragons inscribed in silver along his granite colored armor. Everyone besides Kyren and Sin had moved back, Sin, paralyzed out of fear, and Kyren not backing down. "...I...won't... let them... die." Terror said, and the General laughed. "Dun worry bout it, there's no way dis pansy can take the two of us at the same time."
Erish frowned. As much as he disliked it, he couldnt take on these two, nevermind with all the mages in the back, who'll pound him with as many different kinds of magic within three seconds as possible. "Maybe... but remember this, Sin... and the heir if he is with you..." He said, scanning the troops. "...The General and Terror will not always be with you to save you..." He said, backing his horse up into the shadows. Terror sheathed his blades, and breathed heavily, and looked at Kyren. "Keep... an eye on... Sin..." He said, and The General looked to Kyren as well. "Yeh father sends his regards. He was outta town today, so he wasn't able to protect Bolstar..." The General said, the second of the three. "...We'd suggest... you left..." Terror said. Kyren nodded. "We'll...go...down with the... city..." Terror said. The General nodded. "If we can, we'll keep dat Erish guy away, so yeh can escape for long enough to get outta his senses." He said.
"Get out... now... you... are the last... survivors... of Bolstar..." Terror said, panting heavily. "And... don't forget... your past, Kyren." Terror said, and Kyren's eyes widened in surprise. "I won't..." He said, turning and leaving with his troops from Bolstar... the ruined metropolis.