FINALS SUCK!...sorry for the long wait…………anyway………yay summer!...
And so I was trained. Trained in the shadows of the Tirisfall Glades for three years. In that time I came to be feared as one of the deadliest swordsmen among the Forsaken. To the populace I was a defender of the people…to my enemies….I was a nightmare, slaying with ferocity and without mercy. My accomplishments were numerous.
The slaying of Maggot Eye, a wicked agent of the scourge, and his gnoll army
The execution of Ulag the Cleaver, a vicious scourge officer
The bringing of peace to the tortured Agamand family, who were driven mad by the undead plague. Peace through death.
And the slaying of hundreds of scourge and scarlet warriors
However, even in all my glory I was troubled. Always I felt a feverous rage blazing under my dead skin. It was this Insatiable fury that drove me to battle with such ruthlessness. After each skirmish I gaze upon the dismembered bodies that lie at my feet and feel the same sensation of giddiness that only a kill can bring.
True. When it comes to killing…I have no hesitation whatsoever. In these bloody years I have learned one thing about life. It always ends, sometimes in the worst ways.
Panic. Utter panic is all that Captain Rell of the Scarlet Crusade felt. The 175 soldiers under his command were being brutally slaughtered….by some sort of creature. The perpetrator was moving too fast to be identified as any race.
I grinned evilly.
Speeding through the ranks of confused soldiers I painted the meadow's grass red. Red with blood.
"SLASH!" The heads of three soldiers fell to the earth only to be joined by their bodies seconds later
I leapt high in the air, at least 50 feet above the terrified army. Then I fell into a speedy dive and crashed into the ground with an earsplitting "BOOOOOM!"
And the ground…exploded. At least half of the remaining army was thrown into the air.
Dropping my sword, I drew two shotguns from under my cloak and let the flying men have it.
"BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!"
Blood rained from the sky that day……literally. "Don't just stand there! KILL IT! KILL IT!" screamed Captain Rell, but it was too late, for I was already upon them. Blood flew. Men screamed. Limbless bodies fell twitching to the earth. Then…silence.
I stood knee deep in blood and bodies. My armor and cape were splattered with gore. I turned my head toward the shocked captain. "Your turn…." I growled
"STAY BACK FIEND!" He cried and drew his sword.
I disappeared and then reappeared behind him. I raised my blade.
"Goodnight."
"SLASH!"
The adventures of Renbato continues In "A Mages Tale: Book One" by Spyke90