Tuesday, June 14, 2005

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Lysander The Legend2




A dark human, or what seemed to be a human, was walking its way towards Lysander who held his guns directly at his sides already loaded and ready to take out anyone who dared to kill him. The black hair of the human was covering his face not allowing Lysander to see his face. The groaning from the man could be heard to the mage that looked up as so did the swordsman. Lysander stayed where he was waiting for this thing to come very close in order to know what to do with it put did not hesitate to find out what it was with the noise the man made.

“We’ve got a zombie down here!” shouted Lysander pointing at the creature. This made the mage and the swordsman come to the spot where the zombie started to look up with half its eyes out of their sockets. Blood poured down its face and drooled across its lips as every bit of blood that dropped to the floor was running behind him in a river flow. The wind blew hard as the clouds circled on the gunner watching his every move and watching all that would happen. Through the cloud the swordsman could see a shape of an eye that followed round the big scene noising about until it noticed another eye spying the cloud.

Lysander looked up with his green eyes at the evil creature and aimed the gun directly at the head. His face was looking excited as well as sad. He clicked and wrapped his finger on the trigger as if a python strangling its prey. Bang!

Blood tipped out of the head as the creature fell to the floor not moving and making an even bigger river and overflowing it with red on the grey dusty open road.

Lysander hang his pistols back onto the belt the was around his sides. He looked over at the mage and then looked to the swordsman.

“What the hell was a zombie doing in the South?” asked Lysander angry and full of rage. The two next to him shock their head in answer to the mans question.

“I have no idea! Did the Chaos send it on another mission to kill you?” asked the mage looking up. The mage was old and looked like he could be broken any minute now. A loud noise of ten footsteps was heard from the place where the mage was guarding before he had gone to see the zombie.

“What was that?” asked Lysander looking at every gat which they had to guard. No one answered as they shrugged their shoulders and carried on talking as another sound of the footsteps could be heard but this time it sounded like fifth teen. Lysander walked over ordering everyone to take shelter in their homes and basements as they could see along the horizon twenty men walking in black Chaos leather and swinging maces and holding deadly sharp axes in their hands. They were about ten minutes away and were getting closer by the minute. Lysander walked past to the three gates that were open and closed them shut locking them and then returning to the mage and swordsman getting their weapons ready for the fight.

The mage started to shoot down two men by sending big bolts of blue lightening flying through the air by the speed of light making it uneasy for the Chaos follower to dodge. He hit the floor suffering badly being fried before laying still dead. The swordsman got the biggest sword that she could find. The katana had been pulled out and aimed at the nearest minion of the Chaos lord in order to achieve her goal. The Chaos warrior sped up his horse that looked at the direction of fired with red eyes that looked like hell itself had broken free into the world.

Lysander pointed his pistols at the heads of the warriors. This weak spot was the only one since their armour was thick and impossible to penatrate. The swords of the warriors poited up as a Warcry was screamed by the middle one that sooned spoke blood that came from Lysnader perfect aim hitting the throat as the sword fell to the floor and the warrior. Blood splittered as about three other warriors fell in the line of the falling hors (which fell for no reason).

The evil siblings marched their way getting so close that the mage was getting worried what would happen. Immediately the mage flew up high into the air going straight up and bringing dark clouds of thunder and lightening across to him as he held up his hands in the air like he was praying to God. The other two didn’t look up to see what the mage was doing but kept their heads up and Lysander kept shooting a person in the throat ever five minutes.

The swordsman stood still getting impassiant and pointing the blade still at the one warrior as they still stared at the mage in the air wondering what the heck he was doing. The mage looked upon the battlefield and looked towards the incoming enemy as he spoke out loudly to them.

“I hope you enjoy hell, suckers!” as he shouted he forced his hands down making a huge fifth teen bolts point in the direction of all the Warriors that screamed in pain as they got shocked and fried to a crisp the horses jump in fear and fell to the floor. The mage gently lowered himself to the ground as the other two looked proud of him. They looked back at the enemies that laid on the floor. With a single second of them talk9ing the bodies vanished that they thought went to hell. Whether they were right or not nobody knew. They looked at each other as the villager came out cheering that they had saved the day for the village yet another day.

We’re ready for you, thought Lysande reloading his pistols and placing them back in his belt, yes we will be ready. You’ll never get this land no matter what you try. Distraction will not be done on us twice.

Lysander walked in to his cottage not taking any of the credit even if they knew he had part to do with it. He locked the door in order to catch some sleep wondering what will come the next day.

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