Chapter 2
In a battle all you need to make you fight is a little hot blood and the knowledge that it's more dangerous to lose than to win.
George Bernard Shaw
To kill each other, or to be more precise, to destroy each other is human nature. It is human's deepest nature, wildest nature, and perhaps one of its most genuine natures. It's always the same everywhere, every time. No differences.
To kill each other is a horrible thing. But to say that killing is not important would be so naïve. Killing is important in some occasions; especially when it comes down to protect your own life. One of the mentioned occasions is war. Just exactly like what is happening in Juno.
It's been a year since Valdomir Kingdom tried to conquer the land of the sky, just like they did with Rune Midgard. But due to the differences of their technologies, the task proved harder it supposed to be. The Military of Einbroch, using their firearms and heavy artilleries, are giving Valdomir Kingdom a run for their money. Valdomir have had so many battles with the military of Einbroch, one of those battles, was happening not so long ago.
In a meadow field near Einbroch, where the moon was the only source of light, a black haired man could be seen standing as the moon shines on him, uncovered his very existence. The man had gunslinger attire, plus a black formal shirt on his upper body inside the gunslinger uniform. A purple glass is covering his eyes, and a pair of iron boots is covering both his legs.
"So, that's it?", the black haired man asked, "After all the talks and not even a single scratch on me. Your soldiers sure were cocky pops", he said while readjusting the purple glasses on his eyes. And the he proceed to walk slowly, with a smile on his face, stepping on many dead bodies of soldiers he killed just minutes ago.
Not far from him, a wizard with a bald head was standing tall. "Impressive, Gunslinger. I admit it", the wizard said. "You killed 30 soldiers in a matter of minutes. It seems that I have underestimated you too much, kid", the high wizard continued.
"Heh, kid? Oh, please!! I'm 20 years old, I'm not a kid anymore pops", the gunslinger replied with chuckle.
"Well anyway, your compliment won't stop me from killing you", the 6'3 tall gunslinger continued, "You're going to die right here, pops".
"What a nerve", the high wizard responded. "Just for you to know, I'm much stronger than my soldiers", he continued.
From a moment, silence fell in the cold night of Rune-Midgard. The two men standing on a former green field, now look more like a sea of human's blood. Without saying anything, the gunslinger drew both his guns, two Beretta 92, an automatic handgun he named Tristan & Lancelot, from under his sleeves and started firing his bullets to his enemy.
The bullets breaking the silence both men were in, as the high wizard chanted a spell to protect himself, "Ice Wall". A hard wall made of ice prevented the bullets from killing him as he continues chanting, "Fire Ball", and creates 5 fire balls which he directly sends to the gunslinger.
Wasting no chance, the gunslinger jumped to avoid the fire balls. As he landed on the ground, he quickly run his way to his enemy from the side where the high wizard didn't cover with the Ice Wall, and start throwing some grenades on him.
GLAAAR!!! GLAAAR!!!
The grenades exploded, but they didn't hit their target. Unbeknownst to him, the high wizard has protected himself using the ice pillar. Trying to attack back, the high wizard pull out a dead branch and summon a Mutant Dragonoid. "Kill that man!!!" The high wizard ordered the monster as the gunslinger prepares himself to welcome the creature.
The Dragonoid flew towards the gunslinger direction, and started to attack him using his claws. But the gunslinger avoided many of his claw attacks easily by moving his body faster than the claw attacks. Wanting to finish the battle, the gunslinger managed to sneak right behind the Dragonoid when the Dragonoid missed his claw attack again for so many times, and shot him right in the head, killing him.
BANG!!!
The gunslinger couldn't help but smile as he sees the dragonoid fell to the ground. But all of a sudden, the gunslinger felt a cold air surrounding him. "Storm Gust!!", the high wizard shouted. And an ice tornado appeared in where the gunslinger stands, causing every point on the targeted area froze.
"Got you, brat!! I knew the dragonoid wouldn't be enough to kill you. I summoned him only to give me some more time to attack you with this!!! Hahahahahhahahahh!!", The high wizard loudly laughs. But, his laughing stopped when he noticed; the gunslinger's his frozen body wasn't there. His attack missed.
"W,w,what?? I missed? Im, Impossible!! But, where is he??", the high wizard asked himself. "Right here pops", the gunslinger answered. With disbelieve decorating his eyes, the high wizard quicklyly looked into the sky. And there the gunslinger was, floating, while aiming one of his guns towards Lebdar. And he shot.
BAAAAANG!!
"Gwaaargh!!", the high wizard screamed while falling down to the ground. His right shoulder got hit, and not only that, the bullet also pierced its way through his right hands to his right palm, making it impossible to move his right arms entirely. He used his left hand to grab the wound on his shoulder; his face was full of pain. The gunslinger landed smoothly to the ground, smiling.
"I got you pops", he said. "Look, you have a hole in your shoulder and your hand right now", he continued while readjusting the purple glasses on his eyes.
"H, how did you…avoid my...storm gust?!!!", the high wizard weakly asked. "Simple", the gunslinger answered, "The storm gust, while being one of the wizards most prominent skills, has its height limit, right? All I need to do, was jumped higher than the height limit, and I will be as safe as a cloud in the sky", he continued.
"I, I see. But, you....you forgot something... kid", the high wizard replied with a cunning smile. "Hmph. What would that be, pops?", the gunslinger sighs.
"I can still do this!!! Summon : High Orcs!!", the high wizard threw a dozen of dead branches as a dozen High Orcs appeared, surrounding the gunslinger. "Kill him!!", the high wizard quickly shouted to anticipate the gunslinger countering the attack.
The high orcs, as they exactly told, ran towards the gunslinger to attack him with their axes. But the gunslinger only chuckled seeing them. "Desperado", he whispers as he jumped into the air and landed right among the high orcs.
And in mere blink of an eye, with a swift motion and a quick action, he shot all the high Orcs without missing even a single target while spinning his body, allowing his bullets to hit all of them before them even knowing.
BANG,BANG,BANG,BANG,BANG,BANG!!!!!
The sound of Tristan & Lancelot pierced through the night as the High Orcs fell to the ground one by one. With a widened eyes, the high wizard said loudly, "That technique again!! He killed all my soldiers with that!!!!!!". The gunslinger quickly regain his composure after the 'massacre', putting his Tristan back to where he hid it and slowly walking towards the high wizard.
"So?", the gunslinger asked seeing the high wizard on the ground. "Is that all you got pops? Another pathetic display from Valdomir's troops tonight". Without saying anything anymore, the gunslinger aims his Lancelot to the high wizard.
Staring right into the bullet hole, the high wizard could do nothing but one last thing. "Who…really are you?" The high wizard weakly asks, realizing his end is near.
"My name is Elraven Sinclair, proud soldier of The Schwaltzvalt Republic from Ropera Squad of the Military of Einbroch", the gunslinger answered. "Your people widely recognized me as The Angel of Darkness", he continued.
"I see no wonder..... I and my troops were ...defeated. I.... met the infamous Angel of Darkness, of ....all things", was the last words from the high wizard.
Seeing his enemy doesn't have anything left to say, Elraven finishes him off, "I have answered you your question. Now, I must bid you farewell".
BANG!!
He shot the high wizard right on the head, killing him instantly as he fell to the ground.
"Another wizard troops from Valdomir tonight", Elraven said to himself while readjusting the purple glasses on his eyes. "Oh, well. Better get going to Einbroch, I need to take a rest", he said to himself as he walks slowly, leaving the battle field he covered with the blood of his enemies.
Elraven Sinclair, widely known among the soldiers of Valdomir Kingdom as The Angel of Darkness, a fearsome and formidable foe, a soldier capable enough to kill dozens of soldiers all by himself .
An all round fighter, his ability proved higher than average, closing on the status of a legend in such a young age. Usually, a single man would think more than twice to face the Valdomir Kingdom's army. But this man is different. He won't stop at any cost. He seeks for the truth. Whoever dares to stand in front of him, will be sent to meet their maker.
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So, that's my first chapter. I'm not a native speaker, so please tell me if I (almost 100 % sure) made mistakes in grammar. Hope you enjoy it. Please R & R!!