I got some days off, so I can post a bit faster than I would have.
Next! War and Fury people! :P Oh and tell me if you want those 'previews' or should I stop?
I only own the chars. you haven't seen in any Darksiders...
Ch. 3
"Shouln't ya go afta 'im?" Ramer asked and looked at the female.
She stared at War's back for a minute before turning around and saying: "Leave him… If he wants to go and get lost, he can do it on his own… You said your elders might know what is happening?"
"Aye. Anythn' ye would need ta 'now, they'll 'now," the Maker smiled and motioned for the Horsewoman to follow.
"So… What is 'is problem?" Ram added, looked at the whip user and nodded back, at where War was heading.
"He thinks he does not need anyone else… That he is unbeatable and everything can be solved by fighting… Always has to prove he can do everything on his own…" she answered and looked to the side, clenching her fist.
War had summoned Ruin and now rode towards the Shadow Gorge. He didn't really know if anything was there, but decided to check it out none the less.
And although he wouldn't admit it, he was thinking about what his sister told him. He knew he shouldn't have exploded like that; then again he never was one to hold his temper, much like Strife.
"Why can't she just understand, I don't need her help…" he muttered to no one when Ruin suddenly stopped and neighed.
"Whoa boy, easy," the Nephilim patted his steed on the neck and looked in front of himself, where he saw two figures, dressed in white royal clothes, blue boots and a blue cape hanging from their backs. But clearly Elves, as they showed their long ears.
They each had a sword, but they were in their sheaths. They stood before the Horseman, as if he was some common peasant, and didn't even draw their weapons?
"Move or I shall ride over your corpses," War demanded and reached for Chaoseater, eyes narrowing.
They said nothing, only stood there, unmoving. Growing annoyed, the Nephilim ordered Ruin to ride as he took out his great-sword, ready to chop their heads off.
Fury and Ramer walked through the woods, most of the time the Maker talking about what he thought was going on.
"Ramer…" she suddenly called, eyeing her surroundings.
"This is not the way to the Tri-Stone…" she glared at him and stopped.
"Sure it is! Just a short cut is all," he waved a hand and wanted to turn around when she narrowed her eyes.
"There is no 'short cut' to it. The only path is south of the Stonefather's Vale," she put her hand on the whip as Ram looked at the ground. "Where are you taking me?"
A moment later, she heard growls and spun around just in time to block an attack from a large gray wolf. Taking out her whip, she lashed the animal on the side as it whimpered and moved back.
Suddenly, more growls were heard as all sorts of predators surrounded her. Fury looked towards Ram; only to see he was not there anymore.
He had no idea how or when he hit the ground. Only that he was now lying on his back, staring at the sky, as Ruin stood next to him, as if defending.
Shaking off the dizziness and confusion, War stood back up and clenched Chaoseater tighter. Narrowing his eyes on his opponents, he saw they still haven't moved.
"Who are you?" his voice was low but strong.
"Who are we?" one said and tilted his head to the left.
"We are who we are," the other one tilted to the right.
"The question is, who are you?" they both asked at the same time.
"Oh great… more of this…" he mentally groaned. They four already had to listen to the Council speak like that.
"I am the Horseman War. Now, move before I decide to put an end to your mockery," he pointed the sword at them.
"End us?" one asked.
"Impossible," the other added.
"And why is that?" he was really starting to get annoyed by that.
"Because we were sent here especially for you," they said as if it was the most obvious thing in Creation.
"Especially for me? Who sent you then? Because he underestimated me!" he charged forward, towards the left one.
Ram was gone, but now someone else stood at his spot. A female, wearing only cloth to cover her breasts and lower body (like bikinis), with long white hair and violet eyes. And then there were her ears… By them, the Nephilim knew she was an Elf.
From behind came another figure, this one male. He had the same white hair, only shorter, and wore a pair of ragged boots, gloves and a green tunic.
The animals stopped a few meters away from the Nephilim and stayed there, waiting for orders.
"Who are you?" Fury asked, glancing from the male to female.
"I am Lyle. This is my brother, Ciel. And we are here, to bring you back to our master," she explained and nodded to her brother.
He whistled and the animals attacked, one after the other. Thanks to her hardened bones, none were able to really bit her. (1) But every time she took down one, five more replaced it. This was a never ending army of beast, and she knew what had to be done.
Closing her eyes, she started whipping her weapon around. After three times, it glowed for a few seconds and started changing. It transformed into a staff with a chain at its handle. (2)
She was able to throw the staff for a good distance and decided to take out the one that controlled these beats. Extending it, she put the chain around her wrist and hurled it towards Ciel. And it would have hit, had Lyle not transformed into her brother, Strife, and caught it.
As her eyes opened wide, she could not properly process what just happened. Staring stunned at the two, 'Strife' said: "Sorry to have to do this, sister."
Confused, she didn't notice the bear that attacked her from behind and was knocked to the ground hard, still thinking about what she saw. Looking up, she saw 'her brother' change again, this time into Ram as he gave a sad smile. The last thing she saw was the large hammer above her, before darkness took her.
War was on one knee leaning on Chaoseater and taking deep breath. His armor and tunic were scorched and torn as he glared at the two.
"Just… what in the nine Hells… is going on?" he asked and got back on his feet.
"Did we forget to introduce ourselves again?" the left one asked, looking at the other.
"Yes, we did. Apologies, sir," the right one bowed.
"I am Yin."
"And I am Yang."
"We are one and the same, but one of each. We see all and know all. Nothing can escape us once we mark it as our target."
"Stop speaking in riddles! How could you know where I would jump to evade your attack?!" he yelled and recalled the memory.
When he charged, the left one, Yin, summoned a fire ball in his hands and sent it flying towards the Horseman. War, of course, evaded and jumped to the side, only to find the other one, Yang, also sent a ball of fire at him. This one however managed to hit.
The Nephilim had been trying to evade their attacks the whole time, but when he dodged one, the other one knew where he would land. It was crazy!
"One knows all."
"And the other sees all."
That was the only thing they said, before the cracking of electricity was heard and a bolt of lightning was sent towards the Horseman. Cursing, he jumped back; only to see Yang put both hands on the earth and a pillar appeared behind the rider.
Colliding with the wall, he opened him moth and spat out saliva. He dropped the great-sword and collapsed to the ground.
He saw Ruin disappear as he was starting to slip into unconsciousness. Looking up one last time, Yin and Yang each had fire in their hands before he passed out.
"They've done it. All of the Horsemen have been beaten," a female voice spoke as she and another male stood atop the wall, looking down at the dungeons and gate. The male's eyes were glowing light blue as he inhaled.
A moment later, the skeletons collapsed on themselves and all the Horseman, as well as their opponents vanished from the battle ground.
"Let us greet them, Ari," the male looked at her, extended a hand which she took, and vanished from the wall.
Well, now we've met most of the players. Review to say what you think ^^
(1) Also in 'Before'... She needed some nice powers, so I made her immune to any kind of poison as well as hardened her bones so they couldn't break very easy. But still... let a ton hit your head and you'll feel that.
(2) Yea her whip... Since War and Death have their 'transformations' I made some adjudications to Fury's and Strife's weapons. As you saw, the whip gets a bit more dangerous :P
Preview:
"Well lookie 'ere! He decided to wake up."
"Will you get out of his face? You know the reason he is here."
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"Good morning little dove."
"What did you do to him!" she yelled.
"Calm down, dove. He is alive.
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"The master has promised to grant those wishes…"
"And what do we have to do with that?"
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Oh, how I've waited for this… To return what I owe you…