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Chapter one
Authors note: Ignatius is pronounced IG-NYE-TIS, also, this is my first story so please review.
Boom! A mortar shot shook the ground, gunshots and screams filled the air. Fire was thrown, soldiers were killed with a glance, shot, stabbed, and ruptured, whatever it was that the mages could do. Mevolent's forces were winning and there was nothing to be done about it. "Where the hell" asked Erskine Ravel "Is Ignatius?"
"He was supposed to be here an hour ago!" The soldier replied.
"That damn kid has no sense of urgency!" A heavy thud came from behind them.
"Take cover!" yelled Erskine "The Mortars have our position!" A hand touched his shoulder and he spun around, stabbing out with his bayonet. The blade hit a stomach and bent.
Erskine looked up at the Black haired, tall, handsome and muscular 15 year old mage.
"Is that any way to treat the backup?" Ignatius Wake smiled.
"Where the hell have you been?" shouted Erskine.
"You try running and jumping 5 miles in an hour. I think you will find it quite difficult."
"Whatever." Erskine said, pushing the teenager past him. "Just get out there and save our asses."
"Sure thing, Captain."
Ignatius jumped, flying through the air, and landed right in front of the advancing wave of enemies.
"Boo."
He backhanded the soldier closest to him; caving in his skull and throwing him back around 20 metres. More than half of the men who saw this ran. The others shot. The bullets bounced off Ignatius' skin, some hitting the shooters.
As they shot, Ignatius moved in. He left death in his wake. Punching through chests and caving in skulls. Eventually, the opposition got wise, tuning and running. A small group of six men stood their ground. One of them, obviously the leader was shouting orders. Five men shot at Ignatius, then charged at him, bayonets out in front. Ignatius grabbed and squeezed the barrel of the nearest gun, snapped it off. He then buried the bayonet in his attacker's skull. Grabbing the body, he threw it, killing two men with the sheer force that it them with. The last two came at him, Ignatius grabbed both heads and smashed them together so hard that both shattered. With all five attackers dead, the leader remained. Quivering with fear, the man took out a pistol, pointed it at Ignatius and shot, emptying a round, Ignatius walked over to him. The leader stood his ground, pointing the now empty gun at Ignatius. Ignatius reached the man, grabbed him by the head and the neck, tore the head off and threw it 700 metres to the enemy trenches. Example made.
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