Post by Guardsman Patrick on Oct 12, 2006 23:12:13 GMT -5
Part III
The War of Light and Dark
Chapter 19: Darkness Cometh
All the Gym Masters stood, staring into the distant skies that overshadowed Andorg. Alex controlled his breathing, making sure he kept it at a slow pace. He would need the adrenalin later, not now.
The dragons circled overhead, looking like vultures in search for meat, knowing death would come soon. Alex looked on the battlefield from the day past and noticed that all of the bodies that had once lay there in such great numbers were gone. He felt queasy when he thought of the many creatures that must have feasted that night while they slept. They would be happy to learn that they would have another feast tonight.
"So, when will they arrive?" Rachel asked, obviously fearful of the outcome. Her voice was slightly higher, but Alex knew this fear was only on the outside. She was really ready to kill on the inside.
"Depends on when they get the invites." Patrick said, not trying to be mean, but it didn’t help when Rachel asked questions she knew the answers to already.
Alex watched the dragons more closely, making sure their paths didn’t vary at all. They were Alex’s long distance eyes now, and, if they didn’t see the troops, he didn’t know what kind of devastation the troops would cause.
It was then that Pairon and Ulptian let out a roar, signaling the army had arrived. Alex gripped his sword tightly. A black shadow was creeping along the ground, overtaking much of the forest around. Yes, they had arrived.
Missiles were fired at the dragons from the planes overhead. Neither of them fell from the sky though, but instead they led the counter strike.
"Good luck you two," Patrick said lowering his hat. He ran down the cobblestone walkway that lead from the doorway of the tower. He was heading straight for the tanks and soldiers that were just entering the clearing. That is one thing that Alex liked about Patrick. He was always so aggressive in battle, and yet, rather than being a handicap for him, it made him an unbelievable fighter. Rachel jumped into the battle as well. She ran on Patrick’s heels, her ice covered blade reflecting the sunlight as she went.
Alex stood there for a minute before turning and going into the tower, leaving his four comrades outside to fight. He walked to the elevator and waited until the doors opened. Alex didn’t know what he was doing, but something was telling him to go. He felt like this was what was right. The elevator went slowly up the elevator shaft, making each floor seem like it took an eternity to reach. The tiny screen finally showed that he had reached his destination. Alex stepped out onto the hardwood floor of the sky pad, being drawn to the panel that was on the side of the dome. He opened it slowly and pulled himself out. The feeling was only growing stronger, and the light of his blade glowed brightly. The feeling almost pulled him to the top of the tower. He knew what was there. This might be the last thing he did feel. It was time to go and there was no going back. Time was up.
Patrick jumped onto the first tank he saw and ripped into it with his sword, causing it to explode right after he would jump off. He felt the blade giving him power, like his own personal energy source. He felt each and every one of the soldiers around him, and felt them disappear as they were slain by the edge of his sword. Nothing was holding him back, and nothing could stop him. He looked around and saw the tower’s defenses up and going, the dull blue shields were on, sizzling every time a missile hit it. Patrick continued, tearing into any and every thing in his way, taking out all the troops he saw. He watched Rachel do the same, but she seemed to be slowing down.
She might need some assistance, Patrick thought to himself and he cut himself a path through the soldiers until he reached Rachel.
"You looked like you needed help," Patrick said as he began to take down the various soldiers that seemed to flock toward Rachel.
"No, I’m doing just fine, I just haven’t fought this many people at once before," Rachel said as she froze solders left and right, but it seemed that others immediately took their place in battle.
"Just keep fighting, and don’t hesitate to call Ulptian down here," Patrick said as he took out the last of the troops in his way and headed out of the circle, leaving Rachel to handle all the troops on her own.
He knew she would do just fine. If, it’s the only word that Patrick found important. If his family had survived, he might be with them right now. If his dad had been stronger, he could’ve saved them.
No, Patrick thought to himself, if I was stronger, I could’ve saved them.
The screaming of the plane engines around Pairon and Ulptian filled the air as the dragons flew through the squadrons. None of them were fast enough or strong enough to hold up against the dragons enormous attacks. Pairon let out beams of light from his eyes that destroyed every plane that was unlucky enough cross them. Ulptian attacked with beams that were a strange yellow-gold color, destroying as many planes as Pairon. Skeletons of planes rained to the ground without ever getting a shot off. Others would get a couple of shots in before they joined their fallen colleagues.
"How many of them are there?" Pairon asked between attacks.
"I have no idea, but I’m beginning to think they are getting through my armor." Ulptian was beginning to cringe with every burst of bullets he took. Pairon was not doing any better. He was beginning to bleed under the armor just from the friction of the shots.
"We need to end this now," Pairon said, flying straight up, Ulptian following behind him.
All the planes began flying at steeper angles to reach the new altitude. As they drew closer, Ulptian and Pairon both fired their combined beams, creating a massive beam that destroyed every plane in sight.
"Now, evasive actions are in order," Ulptian took off in the direction of the large tree in the forest. He knew just what he was doing. Of course, more planes followed, making their way to the tree as well. Pairon trailed behind the pack unnoticed until he sent a large energy wave right up the center of them, just barely missing Ulptian’s wings. Ulptian flew under the lowest branch of the tree, flying a sharp U-turn and coming back to meet the middle of the pack. The planes that tried to follow his path ended up on the trunk of the sturdy oak or crashing because they lost a wing.
"Now let’s finish them off," Ulptian said as he ripped through all the remaining planes.
Zanthor stood on the front of his tank, watching the planes falling victim to the two dragons one by one. He grabbed the collar of his camouflage suit and hit the tiny button on the back.
"Shade, I want to know where you are at, and I mean now." Zanthor’s impatience was obvious knowing that the army’s casualties were growing by the second. Though it was not as many as they had lost in the last fight yet, it was still a lot more than he wanted to lose just in the beginning.
"I am taking care of what is important, General, so don’t worry your little head," Shade’s voice broke in just as a heavy jerking of the tank nearly threw Zanthor off.
"Watch what you’re doing," Zanthor barked at the driver and gunner.
They both nodded and began to fire on the shield generators again. After they sizzled for a minute, they each exploded in turn, one by one under the tank fire. The blue shields flickered and died, while many of the troops cheered. All at once the tower was the only thing under fire, and the shattering of glass echoed around the clearing. The tower was quickly loosing all the secondary defenses that it had as the brick was chipped away by the bullets. Zanthor smiled and let out a roar of approval as he jumped on the tank’s turret and fired on the tower.
"Now, don’t be too hasty, General," Shade’s voice broke in over the firing of the gun. Zanthor just ignored the order. All he could see was the cloud of brown brick dust created from the bricks that were taking so much damage.
This war is over, Zanthor thought to himself quietly. He knew with no tower, the Gym Masters would be nothing. No back up defenses, nothing to protect them, nothing. This was all they came for. Once it was gone, they were guaranteed the victory.
"Hold your fire, General, that’s an order!" Shade’s voice was screaming over the intercom of the tank. Suddenly, the Gatlin gun stopped firing and the tank's power was cut off. Zanthor turned to see that the driver had cut the power.
"JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Zanthor roared at the driver. He looked back again and, for the first time noticed that it was Arcane driving.
"I’m following General Shade’s orders, sir." He didn’t hesitate at all. He no longer feared Zanthor, because Zanthor only saw him as a disposable soldier, not elite as he deserved to be treated. He had orders from Shade to do something and he planned to follow them.
Patrick looked towards the center of the battlefield and gasped when he saw the tower’s shields were not on, but also wondered why the tanks were not firing on the tower. He looked at the top of the tower and saw the red glow of the Light Blade and the green glow that could be nothing else but the Dark Blade. Alex was going to take on Shade himself.
The War of Light and Dark
Chapter 19: Darkness Cometh
All the Gym Masters stood, staring into the distant skies that overshadowed Andorg. Alex controlled his breathing, making sure he kept it at a slow pace. He would need the adrenalin later, not now.
The dragons circled overhead, looking like vultures in search for meat, knowing death would come soon. Alex looked on the battlefield from the day past and noticed that all of the bodies that had once lay there in such great numbers were gone. He felt queasy when he thought of the many creatures that must have feasted that night while they slept. They would be happy to learn that they would have another feast tonight.
"So, when will they arrive?" Rachel asked, obviously fearful of the outcome. Her voice was slightly higher, but Alex knew this fear was only on the outside. She was really ready to kill on the inside.
"Depends on when they get the invites." Patrick said, not trying to be mean, but it didn’t help when Rachel asked questions she knew the answers to already.
Alex watched the dragons more closely, making sure their paths didn’t vary at all. They were Alex’s long distance eyes now, and, if they didn’t see the troops, he didn’t know what kind of devastation the troops would cause.
It was then that Pairon and Ulptian let out a roar, signaling the army had arrived. Alex gripped his sword tightly. A black shadow was creeping along the ground, overtaking much of the forest around. Yes, they had arrived.
Missiles were fired at the dragons from the planes overhead. Neither of them fell from the sky though, but instead they led the counter strike.
"Good luck you two," Patrick said lowering his hat. He ran down the cobblestone walkway that lead from the doorway of the tower. He was heading straight for the tanks and soldiers that were just entering the clearing. That is one thing that Alex liked about Patrick. He was always so aggressive in battle, and yet, rather than being a handicap for him, it made him an unbelievable fighter. Rachel jumped into the battle as well. She ran on Patrick’s heels, her ice covered blade reflecting the sunlight as she went.
Alex stood there for a minute before turning and going into the tower, leaving his four comrades outside to fight. He walked to the elevator and waited until the doors opened. Alex didn’t know what he was doing, but something was telling him to go. He felt like this was what was right. The elevator went slowly up the elevator shaft, making each floor seem like it took an eternity to reach. The tiny screen finally showed that he had reached his destination. Alex stepped out onto the hardwood floor of the sky pad, being drawn to the panel that was on the side of the dome. He opened it slowly and pulled himself out. The feeling was only growing stronger, and the light of his blade glowed brightly. The feeling almost pulled him to the top of the tower. He knew what was there. This might be the last thing he did feel. It was time to go and there was no going back. Time was up.
* * *
Patrick jumped onto the first tank he saw and ripped into it with his sword, causing it to explode right after he would jump off. He felt the blade giving him power, like his own personal energy source. He felt each and every one of the soldiers around him, and felt them disappear as they were slain by the edge of his sword. Nothing was holding him back, and nothing could stop him. He looked around and saw the tower’s defenses up and going, the dull blue shields were on, sizzling every time a missile hit it. Patrick continued, tearing into any and every thing in his way, taking out all the troops he saw. He watched Rachel do the same, but she seemed to be slowing down.
She might need some assistance, Patrick thought to himself and he cut himself a path through the soldiers until he reached Rachel.
"You looked like you needed help," Patrick said as he began to take down the various soldiers that seemed to flock toward Rachel.
"No, I’m doing just fine, I just haven’t fought this many people at once before," Rachel said as she froze solders left and right, but it seemed that others immediately took their place in battle.
"Just keep fighting, and don’t hesitate to call Ulptian down here," Patrick said as he took out the last of the troops in his way and headed out of the circle, leaving Rachel to handle all the troops on her own.
He knew she would do just fine. If, it’s the only word that Patrick found important. If his family had survived, he might be with them right now. If his dad had been stronger, he could’ve saved them.
No, Patrick thought to himself, if I was stronger, I could’ve saved them.
* * *
The screaming of the plane engines around Pairon and Ulptian filled the air as the dragons flew through the squadrons. None of them were fast enough or strong enough to hold up against the dragons enormous attacks. Pairon let out beams of light from his eyes that destroyed every plane that was unlucky enough cross them. Ulptian attacked with beams that were a strange yellow-gold color, destroying as many planes as Pairon. Skeletons of planes rained to the ground without ever getting a shot off. Others would get a couple of shots in before they joined their fallen colleagues.
"How many of them are there?" Pairon asked between attacks.
"I have no idea, but I’m beginning to think they are getting through my armor." Ulptian was beginning to cringe with every burst of bullets he took. Pairon was not doing any better. He was beginning to bleed under the armor just from the friction of the shots.
"We need to end this now," Pairon said, flying straight up, Ulptian following behind him.
All the planes began flying at steeper angles to reach the new altitude. As they drew closer, Ulptian and Pairon both fired their combined beams, creating a massive beam that destroyed every plane in sight.
"Now, evasive actions are in order," Ulptian took off in the direction of the large tree in the forest. He knew just what he was doing. Of course, more planes followed, making their way to the tree as well. Pairon trailed behind the pack unnoticed until he sent a large energy wave right up the center of them, just barely missing Ulptian’s wings. Ulptian flew under the lowest branch of the tree, flying a sharp U-turn and coming back to meet the middle of the pack. The planes that tried to follow his path ended up on the trunk of the sturdy oak or crashing because they lost a wing.
"Now let’s finish them off," Ulptian said as he ripped through all the remaining planes.
* * *
Zanthor stood on the front of his tank, watching the planes falling victim to the two dragons one by one. He grabbed the collar of his camouflage suit and hit the tiny button on the back.
"Shade, I want to know where you are at, and I mean now." Zanthor’s impatience was obvious knowing that the army’s casualties were growing by the second. Though it was not as many as they had lost in the last fight yet, it was still a lot more than he wanted to lose just in the beginning.
"I am taking care of what is important, General, so don’t worry your little head," Shade’s voice broke in just as a heavy jerking of the tank nearly threw Zanthor off.
"Watch what you’re doing," Zanthor barked at the driver and gunner.
They both nodded and began to fire on the shield generators again. After they sizzled for a minute, they each exploded in turn, one by one under the tank fire. The blue shields flickered and died, while many of the troops cheered. All at once the tower was the only thing under fire, and the shattering of glass echoed around the clearing. The tower was quickly loosing all the secondary defenses that it had as the brick was chipped away by the bullets. Zanthor smiled and let out a roar of approval as he jumped on the tank’s turret and fired on the tower.
"Now, don’t be too hasty, General," Shade’s voice broke in over the firing of the gun. Zanthor just ignored the order. All he could see was the cloud of brown brick dust created from the bricks that were taking so much damage.
This war is over, Zanthor thought to himself quietly. He knew with no tower, the Gym Masters would be nothing. No back up defenses, nothing to protect them, nothing. This was all they came for. Once it was gone, they were guaranteed the victory.
"Hold your fire, General, that’s an order!" Shade’s voice was screaming over the intercom of the tank. Suddenly, the Gatlin gun stopped firing and the tank's power was cut off. Zanthor turned to see that the driver had cut the power.
"JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Zanthor roared at the driver. He looked back again and, for the first time noticed that it was Arcane driving.
"I’m following General Shade’s orders, sir." He didn’t hesitate at all. He no longer feared Zanthor, because Zanthor only saw him as a disposable soldier, not elite as he deserved to be treated. He had orders from Shade to do something and he planned to follow them.
* * *
Patrick looked towards the center of the battlefield and gasped when he saw the tower’s shields were not on, but also wondered why the tanks were not firing on the tower. He looked at the top of the tower and saw the red glow of the Light Blade and the green glow that could be nothing else but the Dark Blade. Alex was going to take on Shade himself.