Slyde
Zombie Hunter
Look into my eyes...
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Post by Slyde on Sept 14, 2008 12:07:34 GMT -5
...The Gods were not acting themselves...
...The world was in chaos...
...Death and pestilence were everywhere...
...Conflict and Chaos ruled supreme...
...Only a few remnants of the truly civilized remained...
...The fate of the world rested upon a band of unusual people...
...The sons and daughters of those who once ruled the cosmos...
...And their story starts...
Here.
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Myron was walking through a deserted dirt road, surrounded by nothing but rocks, hills, and some grass. He preferred walking rather than riding horses, as for some reason horses avoid him whenever they see him. The other day while he was asleep, resting from his continuous defence for those who deserve to live, His father visited him in his dreams and commanded him to go to the Oracle at Delphi, or else all hope shall be lost. The dream abruptly ended with Hades seemingly lying on the ground. Thinking that something awful would occur, Myron went on his fateful journey towards Delphi.
Only 2 days had passed and the trip was already arduous and filled with even more danger than when he was killing bandits and other minor nuisances. It was as if the Gods were trying to impede his voyage towards the Oracle. As Myron was walking, mind and body ready for anything that might suddenly ambush him, a group of 4 bandits appeared from nearby, surrounded Myron, and then one bandit exclaimed:
“Look! The man seems to be a suitable victim...” Myron just stood there. He then slowly grabbed the hilts of his swords, but did not remove them from their sheaths. “Hah! Although you may have weapons old man, our numbers
The leather-armor clad group of 4 unsheathed their swords and started to circle around Myron, laughing all the while. Suddenly, the bandit who was behind Myron raised his sword and attempted to slash at Myron. Myron did not look back, but instead removed his right hand’s grip on one of his blades, then extended his right arm and grabbed the blade of the bandit’s sword, stopping it in place and surprising the lot of bandits. A minor cut appeared on Myron’s right hand, bleeding a small amount of blood, but it did not affect him. The group stopped circling around him either out of awe or fear. Myron looked directly at the eyes of the bandit right in front of him. The bandit did not know what to do, and so he instinctively raised his sword. But before he could even attempt to attack, he suddenly dropped his sword and then he grabbed his chest. The bandit fell to the ground, writhing in pain. His skin was getting wrinkled and paler, his eyes started to bulge from its sockets. After about 5 seconds, the man turned into a mere husk of dust. “Weakling” Muttered Myron in his low, baritone voice. The bandit whose blade was caught by Myron dropped his sword and staggered backwards, tripping on a rock. The 2 other bandits, who were at Myron’s side, raised their hands in unison in an attempt to kill the bizarre man. Myron used the sword he had grabbed to block the sword of the bandit on his right, and meanwhile, with his left hand, he unsheathed one of his swords and slit the throat of the bandit on his left side. The bandit whose attack was blocked staggered backward, but was able to keep his footing. Myron then proceeded to turn 90 degrees to his right and then slash downward at the bandit’s left artery. Then he quickly sheathed his sword. The bandit on the right tried to scream, but only gurgling sounds were heard. He fell down to the ground, dead. The other bandit grabbed his shoulder and tried to suppress the excessive bleeding, but the attempt was futile, and he also fell down dead. The last bandit stood up and ran away from Myron, who then held the sword he previously grabbed and held it in its hilt. Flipping it in the air a few times, he aimed at the Bandit’s head, and let the sword fly. Myron’s aim was true, as the sword went cleanly through the bandit’s head. The said bandit then fell to the ground with a loud thud. Myron then continued on his journey to Delphi. After about another 2 days of travel, he walked up a certain hill and saw on the horizon a building of great magnificence.
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Post by Escachick357 on Sept 14, 2008 14:12:26 GMT -5
Alinia walked down the dirt road. Her journey to find the Oracle had not been an easy one. A small girl walking with no adults around left bandits thinking that they'd found the perfect target. So far she had not been ambushed by any of them, but having to stop every few hours to fight off a group of bandits alone was not the easiest thing to do. Ever since the second group of bandits tried to take her, she regretted not taking up Feorina's offer to join her. Feorina could fight and she was an excellent healer, but Ali refused her help and was now paying the price.
Suddenly, Ali stopped where she was. She could see it. About a quarter of a mile away, a group of bandits waited for someone to come by, their next target. She sighed and continued walking with her bow and one arrow already out and ready for her to use. There was no way she was going to be ambushed.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Sept 14, 2008 16:21:15 GMT -5
(Hey, do we just post our introductions or do we make something new?)
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Post by Mikey on Sept 14, 2008 16:32:20 GMT -5
Myles walked the path slowly and purposefully. He was but a mile from the oracle, and after traveling so far, a mile seemed like nothing. He walked around a bend, and when he came to a straight road again, he saw several men and a woman on the street.
They were hassling the woman, pushing her in different directions and grabbing her as if to try and pull her away. They all turned and looked to Myles, who kept walking toward them. They left the woman on the ground and stood in a line, facing Myles.
"You best leave, or you wont live to regret it." One said, who seemed to be the ring leader.
"I only wish to cross the path, sirs. But know this. If you refuse to let the lady go, you will be the ones who live to regret something." He said in a quiet, even voice.
They all laughed and started walking toward him, small daggers in their hands. Myles stood still and let them close the distance. One came foreward at a run and stabbed at Miles with his dagger. Myles grabbed his wrist, wrentched, and heard a pop as the man's shoulder was ripped from its socket. The man screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
The others ran foreward and Myles drew his sword. He deflected the first dagger and spun, hitting the man in the back of the head with the blund side of the sword. The man was knocked out cold. Another came, and Myles ducked under the blade, slashing him accross the back. The man also fell to the ground, in pain. The third tried another approach and threw a punch at Myles. It deflected off his helmet and Myles heard a crack as several bones in the mans hand were broken.
"I told you you would regret it. Enjoy the wounds." He said, a small smirk on his face as he sheathed his sword. He walked to the woman and helped her to her feet. She gave thanks and ran off towards Delphi. Myles went on his way as well. Soon, the groans of pain got quieter and quieter, and finally he was out of range of them. Soon after, he reached the edge of Delphi. After entering, he began his search for the oracle.
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Post by Gunman543 on Sept 14, 2008 19:21:36 GMT -5
Andreas was walking through the woods,steadily towards the Oracle at Delphi,and was enjoying the subtle breeze and sounds the forest make,content to enjoy the woods natural gifts and relax.Several twigs broke,alerting Andreas of bandits charging him,and turned while leaping,notching an arrow as the leap went,loosing it and piercing the first of three thieves hearts.The other two paused,and that was there downfall.Quickly loosing two arrows,he dropped both of them,and thanked Artemis for his victory.Continuing along,he eventually hit the wood line and entered Delphi,and slowly walked along.His simple clothing drew glances,but no one challanged the man,until two gaurds stepped forward as he neared the path to the Oracle.
"Halt,you simple hunter.No one may visit the Oracle at this time."Andreas looked at the overlly muscled,armored and armed gaurds and smirked."I must see the Oracle,and why is none of your concern Gaurdsmen.Please remove yourself from my path,or I will remove you."The gaurds laughed,and one tried to grab Andreas by the shoulder.He sidestepped,pulling an arrow from his quiver,and stabbed into the weak point in the neck,killing the gaurd and sending the other running.Retrieving his arrow,he continued to the oracle,and then,he did not know,but was prepared for what the mists of time might throw at him.
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Cool Breeze
Zombie Hunter
"We can never let our sins pass on to the next generation"
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Post by Cool Breeze on Sept 14, 2008 19:26:09 GMT -5
(((OOC: I'm assuming we're using character intros to do first posts. If I'm wrong, I'll rewrite it.)))
Alestia was, along with her horse Diligo, quietly strolling through a very large field of perfectly green grass. The slightly pink sunrise sent a cascade of light reddish pink glow spanning the entire country side as far as she could see. The grass was crisp and still a tad damp from the overnight rain, and the somewhat chilly but never the less soothing air of the morning was gently pinching her skin as she walked barefoot across the field. Unaware of her task, she simply was to set out and find the Oracle at Delphi, and things would fall into place from there. Her horse neighed loudly, and through her many years of growing up with him, she knew exactly what he wanted. Smiling brightly, she bent over slightly, her shield bouncing on her back as she did so, and gently ripped out a few strands of crisp green grass, with an immediate sense of wetness in her hand from the rain. She simply blindly offered the horse the clean grass, he happily ate the entire handful. She laughed a bit as his tongue tickled her hand, but was weary. This region was known for criminals, and she didn't want to risk Diligo getting hurt, not to mention herself.
Unfortunately for her, a beautiful young woman strolling alone, in the middle of a very expansive grassy hillside, was a tempting target for lurking bandits. And she just so happened to stumble upon some, or they stumbled upon her. Approaching from behind, neither of the 4 men were fully aware of what they'd do to her. Aside from the obvious attraction, she'd make a very quality slave, for them or someone willing to pay it didn't matter.
As usual, Diligo was always watching Alestia's back when she needed him too. He neighed loudly and quickly reared back and neighed again. Being well trained, Alestia had no worries about whether he would run from her. She figured if he ever did, it was something she'd done or not done, and was how it should be. Diligo roughly nudged Alestia with his nose, knocking her forward. She quickly spun around, not in anger, but in curiosity and a worry he may have stepped on something. The 4 men clad in black armor were among the first things she saw. Her cheerful expression immediately changed to a mix of fear and confusion. The men were alerted to her noticing them, and began running at full speed towards her.
Not wanting to risk a fight with greater foes, Alestia wasted no time in quickly mounting Diligo, whom immediately began running without any provocation. The men shouted at her words she cringed at, she felt a small rock sail past her head, as she looked back, her robes wildly flowing from the air speeding past her, she noted they were right at the place where she'd mounted Diligo, she barely managed to get out. In a deep sight of relief, she leaned forward and rubbed Diligo on the side of his head and neck, resting her head against the back of his neck. "Good boy..." She whispered as the men began to disappear under a veil of green, as she and Diligo crossed over a large hill, several structures poking through in the distance.
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Post by Jeryen on Sept 14, 2008 21:28:42 GMT -5
Ioannis walked along the dirt path to Delphi to see the oracle, wanting to get there quickly, he was halted by several bandits. Each of them having their faces covered and a sword in their hands. Looking around, he smirked and said.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble... so if you don’t mind I wou-“
“Give us your money, we would not want to hurt you”
Ioannis simply starred at the bandit who spoke to him, with a sigh, he pulled out his spear and slammed it to the ground, causing a earthquake to appear, making some of the bandits fall down, they soon left screaming in terror. Putting his spear in his holster, he continued walking, hoping to reach Delphi soon.
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Slyde
Zombie Hunter
Look into my eyes...
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Post by Slyde on Sept 15, 2008 10:37:48 GMT -5
...When all of the heroes stepped upon the grounds near the Oracle of Delphi, they were engulfed in an extremely bright, blinding light, although it gave them no pain. Almost after being engulfed in the mysterious light, they were transported by an unknown entity into a wholly immaculate place, completely white, the horizon undeterminable. It was devoid of all things, living and inanimate, except for one, lone figure and the group of demi-gods.
The heroes found themselves sitting on golden chairs, chained down with some invisible force, as if the Gods did not want them to get off from those chairs. The heroes were all in a circle, surrounding and facing, at a distance, the lone, enigmatic figure.
At a glance, the figure seemed to be a particularly tall, beautiful looking woman, clad in white silken clothes. She wore a veil over her face, revealing only luscious, rosey red lips, very pale skin, and long, sleek, black hair. She was standing, with her feet together, and her hands and arms forming a "V" in front of her. She seemed to be looking at nothing, as if she were blind. Before anybody could utter a sound, multiple female voices, all of different pitches and tones, seemed to come out of the woman's mouth, which started to "speak", saying:
"Do not be alarmed, sons and daughters of the Gods."
The voices said in a calm, reassuring voice.
"Do not attempt to stand up from the chair, for it shall only be a futile attempt." "You were summoned here for a reason. And that is for you to accept your fate."
Her hands went to her sides.
"As you have may have noticed, the world in not what it used to be. It is because the thrones your parents once owned in this world are now taken by those whom they call the 'False Gods'."
"It is unknown as to how they attained their current position, or even their origins. The only known fact about these False Gods is that they are equally powerful as your parents, maybe even more. As you can see their sole 'purpose' in this world is to destroy it. And you. You people were chosen by fate to fight these Gods. Although fate has not determined who shall be the victor..."
The voices' tones lowered slightly, as if being worried.
"There is no mortal weapon that can rend the flesh of any of these Gods, and even your god-like abilities would be inefficient when solely used against them. So before your parents died - yes, I forgot to mention that our mighty gods have fallen, and I am truly sorry for that, but there are more pressing matters at hand- Hephaestus forged for each of you weapons that can wound these Gods. But to attain them, you must travel to the lowests depths of Hades and get it from there. but this shall be no easy task, and surely there shall be numerous, daunting obstacles aong the way. Doing this alone shall make your life shorter than expected, and so cooperation between you fellow demi-gods is necessary to complete this undertaking. After you have achieved the weapons, I shall tell you what to do next."
The voices became louder.
"Go to city of Sparta, where a gate to Hades has been opened for you. Travel south from where I shall take you and you shall arrive there. Now go!"
The same bright light from earlier engulfed the heroes again, and they went back to the "real world", albeit in an unusual position. The heroes found themselves on a great, wide plain, surrounded by tens of thousands of Spartan Warriors, clad in bronze armor and wielding bronze spears, swords, and shields. Suddenly, A loud voice proclaimed from afar:
"Aha! There you are! I am Leonidas! King of Sparta! Your dear Menelaus is now dead, and by the command of the honorable Gods your are sentenced to death!
The gods he were referring to were the False Gods.
"Now die!"
Leonidas made a hand gesture and all the Spartans surrounding the heroes lurched forward, intent on killing the demi-gods. The Spartans were brainwashed by the False Gods, and so they blindly follow the orders of their new leader, Leonidas, a formidable warrior and fierce supporter of the False Gods.
(OOC: You can't fight Leonidas after just one post. You guys decide when you fight him, just not after one post. It'll make things more interesting. Hey, there are more than ten thousand spartans to deal with, aren't there?)
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Post by Snake on Sept 15, 2008 13:40:27 GMT -5
Zaon sighed. He could see some bandits trying to mug a peasant woman. So Zaon urged his horse, Tria, forward. He stopped next to the bandits and slid down from the saddle. Zaon spoke, his voice emnanating authority and power. "Whats happening here?" The bandits could tell he knew what they were doing, so they spoke. "If you don't tell, we'll give you half of her money."
Zaon laughed. "You think I am a bandit? You could not be more wrong, or rather you were wrong." Zaon slid his sword from it's sheath and swiped at the first bandit, decapitating him instantly. He turned to the others. He sheathed his sword. "Let's have some more fun shall we?" A second bandit lunged at him with a small dagger, Zaon ducked and let out a vicious uppercut, hitting the man's wrist, breaking it. As the man howled in pain a third bandit had sneak up behind Zaon and suddenly grabbed hie neck, trying to suffocate him. Zaon lunged forward and doubled over, hurling the bandit infront of Zaon's horse, who stomped on the man's neck, killing him instantly.
Zaon turned to the last bandit. "Are you part of a... large gang?" The bandit nodded. "Then go back to them and warn them of me! Here's something to remember me by." Zaon swiftly unsheathed his sword and swiped at the man's groin, disabling one of a bandits weapons. Zaon then turned to the innocent peasant woman. "Are you ok?" The woman nodded in awe. Zaon lifted 2 small sacks from the dead bandits and gave them to the woman. "Take that as compensation!" He got back on Tria and rode to Delphi, and the oracle.
((AFTER THE SPARTANS CHARGE)) VVVV
Zaon stared hard at the advancing spartans. He realized that they would be easy to defeat, it was just the number of them that worried him. He took a few steps forward, but then turned towards the men and women whom he now knew to be fellow demi-gods. He called them Gods and Goddesses, as that was how he saw it now. If all of the old gods were dead, it was only rightful heritage for them to take over. "Fellow Gods and Goddesses... If our parents are truly dead, there is only one thing we can do. Fight!" He was not good at speeches, but felt it his place as Zeus' son to be the first to speak and charge. He unsheathed his blade and rushed forward.
His blade hammered directly through two spartans at once, he cut another down and injured another. Before he knew it, he was surrounded. Blades hacked at him but he blocked with lightning speed, delivering swift counters and swings large enough to kill several men at once.
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Post by Gunman543 on Sept 15, 2008 14:31:53 GMT -5
Andrea's was shocked that Artemis,and all the other gods were dead and replaced by theses "False Gods" as the Lady called them.He listined to the King of Sparta's words,and felt a sadness that these potentiol allys were so bent on slaying them,something he could not allow.Knocking an arrow,he stood and loosed the arrow,striking down a spartan with a shot to the throat,and knocked 20 arrows,aimed up,and loosed them,raining arrows on the spartans assaulting the one who commanded them to attack,and they rained on the Spartan warriors,but did not get near Zaon,and Andreas ducked as several Spartans attacked him from behind.He continued to dodge and would fire the occasional arrow and killing the Spartan it was launched at.
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Post by Jeryen on Sept 16, 2008 21:37:13 GMT -5
Ioannis listened to every word the oracle said while stuck in the golden chair, the death of the gods and the new false gods that have turned the world to what it is and it was up to him and others to gain god killing weapons from the depths of hades to kill them. He decided to stay silent while he was there.
Once he was sent to Sparta to find the portal along with the rest of the demi-gods, he was face to face with tens of thousands of spartan warriors, with a man named Leonidas as their leader. When he gave them his small talk to them and sent the army to them.
Smiling under his beard, he sent his spear to the ground, causing several of the spartan warriors to fall down to the floor and some to even fall in the cracks that were caused from the earthquake. Soon pulling out his spear, he sent it stabbing to the standing spartan solders, impaling them and sending them flying around. Once the first wave towards him was done, he prepared for the next group of spartan solders.
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Cool Breeze
Zombie Hunter
"We can never let our sins pass on to the next generation"
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Post by Cool Breeze on Sept 17, 2008 0:04:54 GMT -5
Alestia was slightly startled when everything suddenly turned white. Immediately thereafter, a woman appeared, the area around her was nothing, yet she really didn't feel scared. She listened to the woman carefully. When she revealed the Gods were murdered, Alestia's heart sunk slightly, but she quickly regained herself as the woman continued talking. She closed her eyes and concentrated on what the woman was saying, quietly taking everything in. Then the peaceful quiet of the white landscape was replaced with a loud, raspy voice. Alestia looked around curiously, standing before thousands of men, Spartans. She took a step backwards, but regained her composure. She didn't enjoy killing, but these men were her enemy, her mothers enemy, or former mother.
She unsheathed her sword, as one of the other demi-gods in the group seemed to take charge. As the Spartans charged, Alestia was careful to try and single out a small group at a time, she wasn't as combat efficient as everyone else likely was, but she could hold own. A lone group of 5 Spartans attacked her head on, rushing madly, grinning at the assumed easy kill. The silky blue robes were a mask for a quick killer, as she quietly demonstrated. She shield bashed the first Spartan the charged her, hitting him just below the jaw, cracking his neck. The 2nd and 3rd approached together, she ducked under one spear, and blocked a 2nd, slashing her sword backwards in a spin, cutting both Spartans in the sides and backs, deeply. The 4th and 5th were much more careful, they approched with their shields up, she kicked one back, and ducked under a swift sword attack. She recovered quickly and elbowed one in the stomach, then swiftly swept his lets out, jabbing her long sword into his stomach, quickly withdrawing it and blocking a violent downward slash from the 5th man, she quickly jabbed out, catching the man right below the heart, he fell dead in seconds.
She recovered herself and prepared for another group attacking. Two tried to outflank her, but she delivered a swift kick to one mans face, knocking him onto his back, hammering down on his head with her shield, she quickly spun, narrowing dodging a spear sailing inches over her head, as she sliced at the 2nd mans leg, causing him to yell and fall, she jabbed him right in the heart quickly, flipping her hair to keep it out of her eyes, as she prepared for another attack.
One man charged at her, she spun and hurled her shield at him, catching him square in the forehead, sending him head over hells, violently crashing to the ground. Another man approached, quickly, she flipped her hair out of her eyes, and put her hand to her mouth, kissing the center of her palm quickly, muttering a few words of chant, and blowing the kiss towards the approaching man. A swift gust of wind came from nowheres, rustling her robes violently across her back and shoulders. The Spartan simply froze and dropped over. She jabbed him in the chest with her sword, retrieving her shield, she moved to her right to get a bit closer to the group, she was beginning to tire slightly.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 17, 2008 0:28:53 GMT -5
Myles stood still in the feild as the warriors charged. Everything that had just been thrown at him in the past minutes was almost too much. The fact that he had been taken to something that looked like purgatory and the first bit of information given to him was fine. A relife almost. The fact that the things going wrong were the doings of false gods and not the true ones, one of which was his father, had brought happiness to his heart. He was even fine with having to go to Hades to find something with which to kill the false gods.
But the news of his father's, as well as the other god's deaths, had saddened him deeply. Then, being dropped in the valley outside of Sparta, his homeland, surrounded by old friends who were trying to kill him, saddened him even more. He was in a state of antropy, a state of numbness at it all. When he began to think about it all, the sorrow began to turn to anger. And then to hatred. Hatred to the entire world, and at this moment to the friends and comrades charging from all sides. It built and built, but he was still in a state of rational thinking.
Looking around, he didnt think these were true Spartans. Spartans didnt charge wildly like this. They always maintained an organized formation. Be it in defense or offense. No, these wernt real Spartans. And if they were, then they wernt acting themselves. As the wave of bronze armor, red and green capes, sheilds, swords, and spears came nearer, he awaited them. Only when they were within distance of attack did he move. He made no move to draw his own sword. He thought them below a good death at the hands of a worthy opponent. No, they deserved a painful and undignified end in the dirt.
A Spartan made a wild swing at him with a sword, and Myles dodged it easily. Reaching behind the man's helmet, he gripped his head with one hand and twisted. The false Spartan, as he was calling them in his head, fell to the ground lifeless. Another came with a spear, and Myles caught it in mid thrust. Ripping it from the man's hand, he spun and caught the man with the blunt end. The shaft shattered, but not without doing the damage. The Spartan fell to the ground, blood dripping down his armor and the side of his helmet dented in.
Myles took up a defensive position with the broken spear and his own sheild, covering his front with it and waiting for the attackers to come to him. It was also his way of testing them. If he was ever attacked from the rear, he knew that they wernt Spartan warriors. A Spartan never attacked and killed a man from the rear. Only cowards did that.
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Post by Escachick357 on Sept 17, 2008 6:30:54 GMT -5
Alinia couldn't believe what just happened. Her father, who she'd never got the chance to meet, was dead? It couldn't be true. He was a god and weren't gods not supposed to die? Or were the teachings from school lying to her for all these years? Well, whatever the case was, she would be stuck avenging her father's death despite the slight disadvantage she had.
Ali's eyes widened as she saw the tens of thousands of spartans. How had she not seen them before? Usually if something huge like this was to happen, she would have seen it. She had only some arrows, about twenty-five, in her quiver, definetely not enough to take down every one of the spartans. Thankfully, she didn't need to worry too much. She wasn't the only fighter and she could retrieve her arrows if she was quick enough.
Ali didn't feel right killing one of the spartans. She felt like it wasn't their fault that they were bent on killing this small group of people, but it had to be done. She pulled out one of her arrows and aimed it at a spartan that ran towards her. A quick shot into the chest caused him to fall to the ground, twitching a little before he stopped moving all together.
She looked to the side and saw a small group of spartans, probably about twenty, running towards her. Ali definetely could not shoot enough arrows quickly enough to stop them all, but she had another plan. With her left hand on her bow, she played a soft melody by using her right hand to play the lyre on her side for the group. It worked a little bit. The seven in the front row stopped moving and caused themselves to be knocked over, as well as knock over, most of the others in the back that were uneffected by her melody.
Only two were not knocked over, but that was enough for Ali. Two quick shots to the chests got both of them down, though one of them had not died. The girl took this opportunity to retrieve the two arrows she'd just fired. The first was easy, but the second one wasn't.
As she knelt down to retrieve the second arrow, the living spartan gave her a slight shove to the legs and caused her to fall behind. He didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat just by pushing her down. Slowly, both Ali and the living spartan made it onto their feet. The spartan attempted to do a vertical slash, but it was quickly dodged by Ali, who retaliated by shooting another quick arrow into his chest. This time, when he went down, he stayed down.
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Slyde
Zombie Hunter
Look into my eyes...
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Post by Slyde on Sept 17, 2008 7:26:21 GMT -5
Myron met all the news that was given to him with little emotion, besides a slight touch of sorrow; Sorrow for the "dead" Gods, the ones who successfully maintain the balance of the cosmos, sorrow for the fact that the world might turn into oblivion, Sorrow for the fact that his real father was dead. Yet he also felt a small ray of hope enter him, seeing as he was not the only son or daughter of a God. There could be a chance that they would save the world from the tyranny of the so called "False Gods". He thought that it was a little too much like a fairy tale, though a realistic, morbid one.
When Myron came to in the "real" world, he was a bit startled to see thousands upon thousands of bronze-arms clad warriors, Spartans by the looks of their emblems emblazoned on their shields, surrounding him and his fellow demi-gods. He heard a hoarse, intimidating cry, proclaiming the he was Leonidas and he came to kill them. Myron wasn't able to catch a glimpse of this so called Leonidas' face, but he knew where the roar came from, and so thought of exterminating him, so as to cripple the army, if not destroy its morale all together.
As the Spartans marched towards the small groups' position, Myron stood in place, slowly unsheathing his two swords, wielding one in each hand. Out of the corner of his eye, Myron saw 2 warriors approaching him from his right. Almost immediately, Myron spun his body to his right, swords held up to his face and positioned horizontally with edges outward. The two warriors came into Myron's "range, and one of his blades made contact with a Spartans throat, effectively ripping through it. A splash of blood sprayed at Myron as the soldier fell dead. The other warrior was unfortunate enough to be slashed at the stomach, which he will greatly suffer from till his death. Myron was then in a somewhat kneeling position, one knee on the ground and the other slightly above it.
Myron stood up, body completely straight, and turned towards Leonidas' supposed position. Then he stood in a "defensive" stance, one he created and practiced throughout his life. He then shouted in his gruff voice:
"Fellow heroes! If we desire to get away from this predicament, we must cut the head off of the monster! We must slay Leonidas, so as to get on with our journey!
Cracking his neck, Myron leaned forward, and ran towards where he though Leonidas was, slashing at, parrying, and evading a couple of Spartans along the way. After running for about 10 meters, he caught a glimpse of someone who he thought was Leonidas, though only his silhouette, as he was still faraway. Myron assumed this because the man was sitting on a blood riddled, gold "throne" and was surrounded and guarded by at least 2 dozens of Praetorians, the elite of the elite, famed for their ferocity and skill in warfare. They were about 7 to 8 feet in height, looked very muscular, and were clad in steel armor, the only skin exposed were their arms and legs. They were all indistinguishable besides a slight variation in skin tone. They wielded large, rectangular shield alongside an extremely sharp sword, almost 2 feet in length.
Myron then saw "Leonidas" stand up and cross his arms. He then found himself surrounded by the spears of a dozen Spartans, all of the spears sharp tips slightly touching Myron's neck.
"Any last words 'demi-god'!?" Asked one Spartan in a crazed voice. Myron then muttered the word Farewell and then closed his eyes. The Spartans surrounding him were about to push their spears through him when they suddenly let go of their spears and grabbed their own necks, as if suffocating from something. They all fell down to the ground, screaming in pain. They writhed in their place until they stopped moving, their skin as dry as sand and as pale as marble. Myron then stood in his position, thinking more warriors would probably come for him. He did not intend to fight this Leonidas alone.
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