Midnight, the city of Rush.
I stand alone, wrapped in darkness.
They search for me, I can feel it.
Men in Armor, noble. Deluded. They are deceived by corrupt elders, Guild Leaders.
They have shunned me for my skill, banned me for my talent. They are fools. And they shall die as such.
I see one. His mind is bright, strong.
I thrust with my thoughts. Harder than any sword or axe.
The Man falls.
His mind has ceased to exist, his thoughts lost to this plane. He is dead.
Another steps in his place. The ring of armor behind betrays another. Cornered.
The men charge, racing for me.
A blur of color, motion, thought. Everything rushes past, and the world grows dark.
I am running in armor, sword held high. A man in black robes stands between me and my hunter, appearing lost.
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2 comments:
cool i like that! Ronnie did you write that? or was it Blade? either way its really good! Now off the Gambinis!!!!!
this is Ronnie doing he cap his.
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