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Post by Christian on Sept 14, 2007 12:08:05 GMT -5
Cristin was fighting and he saw Sentinel flew around and kill a uruk every now and then, but he wasn't being as much of a help as Cristin needed. Granted he probably couldn't do any more than he was doing, but Crisitn needed warriors, at least ten or twelve of them to defeat this enemy. Cristin was fighting alright alone and he was moving backwards, the uruk, pushing him up against the wall. Cristin couldn't see Sentinel and didn't have time to look for him so he called out, " Go get Kayla!" Cristin said loudly. He knew he didn't want to put her in danger, but right now she was the only one that could help him.
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Post by Kayla on Sept 14, 2007 13:43:17 GMT -5
Sentinel swooped down again, teeth flashing as he slashed the throat of an enemy. Kayla. The name was enough to snap him out of his greedy state. 'KAYLA!!!' he thought urgently, 'The underground city! Thousands of them! Help!' Then he dove again.
Kayla had been on the couch, staring in a numbed state, when the mental voice startled her so badly she fell off. Not bothering to respond, she ran to the back room. It sounded like a big fight; she'd better be prepared. Snatching a set of armor off the shelf, she held it up. It was specially made for her; a gift after she had retrieved someone's most valuable possession. The mail was mithril, the breastplate a mix of strong and sturdy metals. She put it on, gleaming a bright and shining silver. A golden star radiated outwards. Clamping the matching helmet over her curly hair, she grabbed her double swords. She was ready to go. Running out the door, she ran to the fight.
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Post by Christian on Sept 14, 2007 18:03:39 GMT -5
Cristin's back was against the door that he had just closed and blocked with a pillar. Cristin had jumped onto the pillar so he had a height advantage of the uruk hai. They were brutes and most of them taller than him. This evened the playing field and Cristin fought like a savage. His weapon of choice now was a massive sword that had a handle in the middle and two blades extended on the end. He slashed and cut through the enemies like butter. However, he was sustaining injuries to his legs. However, in the heat of battle he did not notice.
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Post by Kayla on Sept 14, 2007 18:52:34 GMT -5
Kayla rushed to the scene of the battle, beginning to hear the rough dialect of uruk up ahead. She stoppped and began to survey the area. There were a few uruk around the hole, but for the most part, it seemed like they were all fighting Cristin and Sentinel. Her eyes narrowed and scanned the open field. There was no way she could make it in through the main entrance without being spotted. 'Sentinel,' she thought, 'how did you get in, exactly?'
'We dug a hole,' he replied, ripping out the eyes of another beast. 'So what are these?' he asked, flying high again.
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Post by Christian on Sept 14, 2007 21:53:16 GMT -5
Ok…how long does it take to get here? I mean seriously? Cristin had been fighting for at least an hour and the whole corridor was not completely filled with uruk just waiting to try and kill him. Try was the operative word there. Cristin was still fighting furiously in the mist of the soldiers, thanking Eru that there was a wall behind him so he couldn’t be surrounded. He didn’t have to worry about someone coming behind him and stabbing him. All of his opponents were in front of him, in plain few. Then, an uruk’s sword crashed against his chest and Cristin struck the uruk, putting him down. They were getting better or he was getting weaker.
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Post by Kayla on Sept 14, 2007 22:05:16 GMT -5
The rest of the uruk drained down into the city, excited about a battle. Kayla followed them, pulling apart her twin swords. Coming up behind the group of viscious beasts, she drove the swords deep into his back, slaying him instantly. She started to get into the rythym of battle, moving as one with her swords, kicking, stabbing, and slashing her way through the crowd. Slowly, the uruk began to realize that someone was attacking their backsides. "Cristin!" she yelled over the gutteral grunts of the uruk, "I'm coming!"
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Post by Christian on Sept 14, 2007 22:10:33 GMT -5
Cristin could barely make out Kayla's distinct voice through the sounds of battle. The clanging of swords and the grunts of uruk and the wails and cries of the dying ones filled the air and the produced the majority of sound in the city. Of course, all of this echoed so that just made things worse. Cristin looked out and tried to see Kayla but he couldn't see her and he called for Sentinel. " Sentinel! Help Kayla!" Cristin cried and fought against the next uruk. But for the moment that he called out to Sentinel he lost his concentration and a uruk bore him to the ground and a scramble immediately began. It was like a feeding frenzy.
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Post by Kayla on Sept 14, 2007 22:16:02 GMT -5
His claws and face dripping with dark stinking blood, Sentinel heard the elf's voice above the growling murmurs of uruk. Kayla? He swooped around and finally spotted her. Wow, she was wearing her special armor! And she was completely slashing the uruk up with her twin swords. Wings flared impressively, he roared, strong and powerful over the battle. Battlelight in his eyes, his silver claws flashed down on the enemy.
Careful not to hit him, Kayla fought side by side with Sentinel. No time to talk. The bodies began to pile around them, she slowly began to advance to her love. There were a few cuts on her cheeks, hands, and arms, but overall she wasn't too injured. She had entered battle mode; time was nothing, only the now mattered.
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Post by Christian on Sept 15, 2007 22:07:47 GMT -5
The uruk hai was merciless and if it had not been for Cristin's armor he would have been killed. Cristin rolled and tried to stand, but was pushed down time and time again. Cristin turned his sword in a massive shield and heavy upward, jumping up and back onto the pillar. He had sustained many wounds, but he knew not of them yet. He looked for Sentinel. Now, Cristin watched where Sentinel flew and he then saw Kayla fighting amongst the uruk hai. There was nothing he could to help her from his position. But he had to get to her. He couldn't leave her alone, even with Sentinel her chances were not good. Cristin ran to the edge of the pillar he was standing on and he gave a pillar that was perpendicular to it a heavy heave and it caved down, crushing many uruk. Then Cristin used the pillar to run against, still higher than the uruk. He had made a good pathway, but some uruk jumped onto the pillar and Cristin had to ward them off.
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Post by Kayla on Sept 15, 2007 22:25:14 GMT -5
Gutting an uruk with a snarl, Kayla turned as the pillar fell. The tremors shook the ground, knocking some of the uruk over. She took advantage of this, jabbing them in the heads before they could rise again. Both blades dripping in blood, she slashed and fought like a demon, doing all she could to reach Cristin. The pillar crushed numerous uruk in front of her, crushing them like grapes under a winepress. Sentinel flashed in and out of her peripheal vision, growling as he ripped out eyes and skin.
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Post by Christian on Sept 16, 2007 12:27:18 GMT -5
The corridor and probably the entire city were filled with the sound of battle. Even though there were only two warriors fighting against the uruk, those uruk that were not fighting still managed to make noise through grunting and snarling. Cristin fought on, although the wounds on his arms and legs were apparent. Thick blood dripped from them, running down his body and over his armor. Black blood from the uruk also stained his skin. Sweat trimmed his brow and dampened the back of his neck. Cristin had fought so many times before but a number as overwhelming as this could never bode well for him. In his heart he knew it. He blamed himself for brining Kayla here because she too had a chance of sharing the same fate as he.
Cristin did not give up though. He had a fighting spirit, a passion for war and for the death of anything evil, at least as of now he did. He had a passion and love for Kayla and everything he did showed that. Even now he fought solely to get to her, to help her and save her. From his pedestal on the pillar he could see more uruk coming up from behind Kayla. Cristin knew he had to reach her before they did. He worked his way down the pillar, ten feet from her. The uruk still fought madly and as Cristin stole a glance to check on Kayla, one of the uruk slashed Cristin’s right arm and his sword dropped into the hordes of enemy soldiers. Cristin reached down for it, but his timing was off and an uruk pulled him to the ground and into the horde.
Cristin didn’t even get a chance to hit the ground. There were too many bodies in his way, all stabbing and jabbing and slashing at him as he fell. Cristin kicked and curled into a ball of some sorts, hoping his armor would protect him. For the most part it did, but Cristin felt a pressure and then pain under his armpit. He couldn’t tell what it was and he wasn’t moving to find out. He finally hit the ground. However, he couldn’t find his weapon. Of course, there were weapon all over the ground and dead bodies from those he had slain. Still, he didn’t move and the assault of strikes never ceased against him. Cristin started to roll around, his back landing against the pillar. For an instant he uncurled and jumped back on the pillar. He picked up a weapon with his left arm, his right immobile because of the previous strike that had cut him deep into his skin. As Cristin picked up the weapon he dropped it. He could even hardly close his fingers. He looked down and protruding from his armpit was a broken spear shaft.
There was a deadly realization to what was going on then. A uruk jumped towards him, but Cristin side stepped, almost loosing his balance. Another uruk grabbed at him and Cristin fell face first onto the pillar and rolled forwards back into the horde of uruk. He was pushed back onto the pillar, his back lying against it. Cristin grabbed his chest as he felt a pressure against his heart. His breathing slowed and an uruk came to his side and seeing the spear already in him, he pushed it more and Cristin gasped, his body fell, his hands falling to the ground and his legs flopping. The uruk surrounded his body and mauled it, trying to cut through the armor, some of the weapons striking Cristin’s head. Cristin though, was at rest, a long waited rest, and it was about time.
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Post by Kayla on Sept 16, 2007 12:38:15 GMT -5
Kayla saw the whole thing as if in slow motion. She saw the spear strike him, his fall, the uruk slashing at his body. A scream of rage, pain, and pure hatred ripped from her throat. Her eyes turned a deadly gray, and she lost herself there. All her sanity had snapped again; she was driven by pure adrenaline. Anything daring to stand in her way was cut down, either by her twin swords or just pushed over, trampled. Sentinel dove and clawed at the heads of the uruk. He, too, saw what happened and rushed over to the area where Cristin was. Kayla had lost her mind again; if he got in the way she would not recognize him. He roared and growled as he tore down uruk, trying to get them away. Kayla still fought her way through, cut all around, but still going. But Sentinel could see that things did not look good for Cristin.
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Kayla swung on the bench outside her house, eyes cloudy and distant. Her head rested on her knees as she sat there, thinking of Cristin. She remembered when she first saw him, down by the river. Flashbacks flew through her mind: his smile, his strength, the warmth of his skin against hers, his voice. She would have cried, but all her tears were gone. Sentinel flew down. 'Kayla?' he thought. She sighed and got up off the bench. Her sad eyes gazed over at the mound of dirt by her house. He was buried there; buried with honor, with his sword and armor. She didn't know how she got out alive. She had woken up next to his body, covered in blood and cuts. Her swords were nowhere to be found, and he was dead. Sentinel wouldn't tell her what happened; he said all that was important was that she had gotten out alive.
But that wasn't true. Cristin was important, and he was never coming back. Picking up her pack, she went to the door and locked her house for the last time. Kneeling beside the grave, she placed the golden key on top. "Goodbye, Cristin," she whispered, "You are the only one I will ever love." Then she stood and left, never to return to that place, never to love again. Kayla was a warrior; she would survive, but she would never love again.
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