InfernoChild
07-10-07, 07:47 PM
This is a battle.
Gentle dancing rays of merciful light cut across the threshold, bearing all those near it in a bath of pure light. The bustling inn was silent as the doors burst forth, spewing two guards onto the ground. Crimson blood splattered the ground and walls, some of it hitting a woman’s white dress. The woman’s shriek pierced the still air of the inn. A guards head rolled off, it's black mane of wild hair knocking the helmet loose from it's resting spot. The second guard, still partially alive tried to crawl farther away, towards the back of the inn. His futile attempts at preservation were cut short with a silent chop of the beast's sword. The ebony blade was disturbed only by the white streak cutting down it’s center, and the blood now splattered upon it. Finally the woman’s shriek died off as she fell to the ground. Icarus was in town.
The beast who had attacked the guards now stood just inside of the inn. He was dressed in an iron chest plate colored black with grey trim. His greaves and shin guards matched his chest plate. His form, dark and ever moving, stepped forth. Men and women rose to arms as the doors closed. Darkness…perfect arena for a battle against a Shadow. Icarus smiled in his mind as his sword rose up and was soon there-after was brought down on a mans head, splitting the skull in half. A grey matter oozed from the wound, mixed with the scarlet that was his blood. His eyes bulged foreword, the pupils expanding as they were shot forth, bouncing off of Icarus’ armor.
He spun around, his sword straight out, and cut down three more men advancing on him. Their abdomens were cut at the waist, the upper half of their bodies falling to the ground, soon followed by their posteriors. The few men left backed up and sprinted through the door leaving Icarus all alone, except for one person. Reaching out with his mind he found the person.
“Battle me…”
Gentle dancing rays of merciful light cut across the threshold, bearing all those near it in a bath of pure light. The bustling inn was silent as the doors burst forth, spewing two guards onto the ground. Crimson blood splattered the ground and walls, some of it hitting a woman’s white dress. The woman’s shriek pierced the still air of the inn. A guards head rolled off, it's black mane of wild hair knocking the helmet loose from it's resting spot. The second guard, still partially alive tried to crawl farther away, towards the back of the inn. His futile attempts at preservation were cut short with a silent chop of the beast's sword. The ebony blade was disturbed only by the white streak cutting down it’s center, and the blood now splattered upon it. Finally the woman’s shriek died off as she fell to the ground. Icarus was in town.
The beast who had attacked the guards now stood just inside of the inn. He was dressed in an iron chest plate colored black with grey trim. His greaves and shin guards matched his chest plate. His form, dark and ever moving, stepped forth. Men and women rose to arms as the doors closed. Darkness…perfect arena for a battle against a Shadow. Icarus smiled in his mind as his sword rose up and was soon there-after was brought down on a mans head, splitting the skull in half. A grey matter oozed from the wound, mixed with the scarlet that was his blood. His eyes bulged foreword, the pupils expanding as they were shot forth, bouncing off of Icarus’ armor.
He spun around, his sword straight out, and cut down three more men advancing on him. Their abdomens were cut at the waist, the upper half of their bodies falling to the ground, soon followed by their posteriors. The few men left backed up and sprinted through the door leaving Icarus all alone, except for one person. Reaching out with his mind he found the person.
“Battle me…”