Peril in the Palace
BANG.
Seem fell from her body. Janovah turned around, and faced the enemy...a strange robot, with a circular shape. It was black and had two gun as arms. Seem lay on the ground, blood seeping from his body. She knew he was dead. The foe turned its focus on Janovah, guns at the ready. She bent down quickly and picked up the pistol Seem had been carrying. As it opened fire, she strafed back and to the side to dodge the shots. She fired the gun several times, each shot hitting the droid and knocking it to the ground, dormant. People began scattering as more drones came at them, weapons bristling. She ducked back to the side, leaning against a column. She edged along the hospital wall, preparing the weapon to fire. Finally she jumped from her hiding place and began firing. She ran as she fired, leaning her head down as she ran. She blindly ran into a window, crashing through the glass and toppling onto the ground below. She rolled into the bushes and peered out upon the chaos in the streets.
The guards were helpless from the constant onslaught of drones, firing rapidly. She got up and broke into a run, along the wall of the hospital. She could hear the monotone commands from the bots telling the others to capture the queen; it was now important not to be seen. She headed for the palace, rolling across streets and dodging fire. She leapt into the bushes surrounding the royal structure. Latching her hands on the ledges just above her head she began to scale the wall. She climbed to the second floor, and smashed a window. She lept in through the empty hole where the glass used to be. She looked up and down the hall, to see no one. She ran up the hall and burst through a pair of double doors. She ran along another identical hallway. The walls were creme colored, with entricate carvings. She bust open another pair doors where she was met with gun fire.
"Have you sent the army yet?" the hooded man asked. The man behind him, blue skinned, his long hair drawn back in a pony tail, replied, "Yes, my leige. They will make short work of the girl. Just like you asked." His voice was wheezy and he sounded as if he struggled to breathe at all. The hooded man spoke again. "Good, good. Janovah must not survive; her heart only knows that of light. However, she is very powerful, and posseses the balance that not even I have; perfect eco. Gol, she must not survive. Go there yourself, and meet them." Gol smiled and stepped back into the shadows.
Janovah opened her eyes. They missed. She lifted her gun and began firing at the drones surrounding a party of people. She made short work of the drones, her old battle instincts kicking in again. The party of people looked up, shocked to see her. Among them was Torn. He got up and smiled. "Jan...what took you so long?" Janovah shook her head. "What happened? What are these things?" she said. Another person in the terrified group spoke up; Kat. "There's a strange guy in the throne room. You go take care of him; we'll free more prisoners!" She bounced and took off with the others, most of them guards. Janovah dropped her gun; it was out of ammo and completely useless to her now. She withdrew her sword, the Sword of Mar. It was a bright red blade, the handle was carved silver. She made her way to the door into the throne room. She grasped the handle, and then threw open the door.
Standing face-to-face with her was a man, with blue skin, red eyes, and long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. He was grasping a huge, dark gray sword, that glowed green. She took one step to the side and stepped with her. Soon he engaged her; they began to fight vigourously, their blades clashing. She jumped and flipped over him as they fought around the throne room. She was not nearly as experienced, and was being pushed back towards a window. Finally he had her forced up against the window, the glass cracking under the pressure. But Janovah rolled suddenly to the side and the man crashed through the window and fell. Janovah looked down at him on the ground. She smirked. "Wanker."