Chapter Two: The Fight
MorogothII: I'm back again.
Sauron & Diluvium: So are we!
Sauron: I will crush you like the bug you are!
Diluvium(speaking really fast): Loser says what!
Sauron: What?
MorgothII & D: Stay tune to find out!
A large circle had been formed just outside the gates, all fighting ceased for now. On the northern section was the Host of the West and also there stood the mysterious Diluvium. The southern end was occupied by the forces of Mordor, and their Dark Lord Sauron. All was quiet. Suddenly a loud horn was blown and the match had now begun. The two combatants charged at each other, Sauron with his mace slightly behind him, Diluvium with his curved sword over his shoulder ready to swing it.
When the two meet in the center, Sauron left loose a cry of pure hatred and swung his mace down at his shorter opponent. He dodges it at the last second, the ground where he had been standing a ruined crater. As Sauron lifted up his mace, he felt something he had not felt since the Second Age, when that pest had cut off his ring from his hand. Pain. Diluvium's sword had cut deep into Saurons weakly protected back. Black blood issued from the wound.
It was not a serious wound, however, just one that was distracting. But that was exactly what he had planned for. Diluvium saw that in terms of strength, Sauron held the advantage. But he planned to strike at him when he would be unable to counter the biting edge of his katana.
Again and again Sauron hurled down his mace. Again and again Diluvium dodged its lethal head. Every time Diluvium did that, he slashed at Sauron with his sword. Finally Sauron flung his mace down and at the same time screeched an unnatural scream. Diluvium was barely able to avoid it but he did. He then swung his sword hard at one of the towering legs. It severed Sauron's right leg exactly at the knee cap. The titan fell down dropping his mace as he did so. Now a deadly quiet fell upon the crowd.
Slowly Diluvium walked to his wounded adversary. When he reached Sauron, he crouched down and said "You fall, I rise," softly. Then, slowly standing up, Diluvium raised his katana slowly over his head. For a moment all was quiet. Then, swinging it down hard, Sauron lost his head. Diluvium now had two rings of great power.
At first there was confusion. No one had expected any of this. The Nazgul, now leaderless tried to rally their forces together. The army of men, slowly started to form a shield wall, the men of Gondor to the front with their broad shields, the horse masters of Rohan standing behind them, uneasy. Suddenly a voice spoke up.
The voice was coming from the victor. It was surprisingly higher then one would expect from him. But it was also malevolent and felt cold. "I am Diluvium, Dark Overlord of Middle-Earth. All who choose to serve me shall live and be rewarded. Choose not to take a side, then drop your weapons and never take them up against me. Oppose me... and die."
In a galaxy far, far away...
A short green alien opens his eyes. To his fellow comrades he announces, "A disturbance in the force, I sense."
MorgothII: Ah, another chapter done.
Sauron (devastated): I lose...
Diluvium: Yeah you lose several things!
Sauron (rising up angrily and menacingly) WHAT...WAS...THAT?!
MorogothII: Uh, see you readers later. I got to get out before this (points to the two men fighting) gets ugly. Shalom!
*Chapter 3: Ultimatum What will be their choices? And what does Yoda do next? Stay tune to find out.