Tuesday, January 10, 2006

13 english assignments
well i have this autobigraphy to do in English and its do the 17th i have to get 14 to make and A and i have done about 5 so far, i dont look forward to homework because i havent had any all year but, ooh well....
story time!!!

When he finally came upon the goblin camp of Jike, he pulled the cloth off of Frostburn, and could feel the cold heat starting to bite through the cloth he had wrapped on the handle. He replaced it with new cloth and wrapped the rest around his waist. Then boldly stepped out into the open and watched the slowly developing scene he was making. The female goblin gave him stares, and the smaller goblins ran. The guards, on the other hand, readied their weapons and slowly start to close in on him. He readied his sword, and then spun on the goblin trying to sneak up on him; launching himself in the air over the goblin. He landed behind the stunned goblin and thrust his sword through the back of the goblin, taking the mace from the limp hand he flung the goblin off the sword and rushed the others. Arriving upon the first goblin he whacked the left side of the goblins face with the mace and the opposite side of his legs with Frostburn. The goblin fell with the bottom half of his legs taken off and fell to the ground. Ellitherisom blocked the couple of swings from his left side, and smashed the felled goblins face to the ground, splattering blood everywhere. He then turned to the attackin goblins on his left and brought the mace down on one of their heads cracking the skull, having no time to pull it out, he left it. He spun around swinging his sword, taking two heads off some other goblins. But they seemed to keep coming, from behind the tents, behind the trees; maybe he had underestimated the size of Jike. More came out and more he killed, with the graceful swings and jabs of his sword seemed to be as if he was dancing. Spinning around, cutting some in half, jumping over and behind some, bringing his sword in a vertical line straight through them. As graceful as he fought, it could not compare to the sight of the couple dozen bodies and blood covered grass, which he was making. And for what, what reason did he have in doing this. To show he had the power. As he was fighting off the goblins, he could see that the numbers that they came began to slow. A wicked smile overcame his face, and the bloodlust of power ran through his veins, only giving him the strength to complete this task.
From behind some tents and out of Ellitherisom’s sight, some goblin archers readied their arrows and bows. (Or crossbows) The first goblin, in and eruption of hate hopped out from behind the tent loosing his first arrow.
Ellitherisom felt a sharp pain on his backside.
“You little demons!” He yelled, cutting down the goblin in front of him, and then he looked behind him expecting to see a bolt in his rear. But it lay on the ground, it was the magical cloth! The cloth had protected him from the arrow! He turned to face the goblin archer, who was readying his weapon. First he flipped his sword around in his hand and back stepped into the goblin behind him, pushing his sword through the creature. He then used his free hand to take the axe from its hand. Then he pulled his sword out spun around and cut its head off, causing a fountain of blood to shoot up. Quickly he slid the axe into his belt and caught the falling corpse of the headless goblin and used it as a shield as he ran towards the archer. Ellitherisom was not in a battle, but he was playing, this fight posed no threat to him, so not even his adrenaline rushed. He just enjoyed the playtime with his new weapon. The archer let out a couple rounds before the elf was upon him, when Ellitherisom was there he threw the corpse onto the goblin shoving him to the ground. He then thrust Frostburn through the corpse and the archer.
“No one can stand up to me!” he said conceitedly.
With a thwump and arrow protruded into his arm, with a cry off pain he looked in the direction of the arrow; only to find five other archers ready. They all let loose at the same time, Ellitherisom dodged quickly but still three hit home. One pinching his leg but falling off, (for it hit the magical cloth) the second caught him in the shoulder, and the third at his right forearm, directly above his bracers. He pulled the axe out of his belt and flung it at the first goblin catching him in the forehead.
“Enough!” he roared striking the sword to the ground. A crack was heard, then another, and subsequently a crack opened in the ground where he had struck, opening a great gate to the abyss below. The archers tried to flee but in the great rumble they had all fallen into the chasm.
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