This one I scrapped half way through but decided to finish. It's not my best.
A shadowy figure sits on a cliff above an open gorge. It is dark. Cold. The wind blows and clouds roll in. A tear drops on the cheek of the figure.
“Don’t give me that!”
Sarcon stands and turns around. “Who’s there?”
“That’s no way to greet me. Whatever happened to unconditional family love?” “Brail.. What do you want?” “Just to finish a long drawn-out feud. Happy to see me?” “No, not really. When are you gunna grow up and let this go?” “So, I hear you’re a part of SICK now. Fine group of warriors. Trying to forget your roots?” “I don’t have to forget anything. I just want you to go away.” “Sorry, not happening”
Brail steps out of the shadows toward his older brother. He stands about six feet and four inches tall. He grins as he picks up a thick war scythe and walks toward Sarcon. Sarcon grips the handle of his sword and watches him carefully. Brail takes up his weapon and extends it out, resting the blade on Sarcon’s shoulder. Sarcon looks at him knowing he only wishes to intimidate. Finally Brail grabs turns the scythe around and uses the blunt end like I club, swinging it at him. Sarcon disappears into the darkness.
“Knock it off!” “Hah! This is fun for me! I don’t see why two brothers can’t enjoy themselves.” “Most brothers don’t want to kill the other! Especially not for sport!” “Well, then, aren’t you glad you have such a unique family?”
Brail takes up his scythe and turns his head to look into the shadows of the woods, seemingly making eye contact with Sarcon. Sarcon flinches for a moment and finally steps out of the shadow toward his brother. “Fine.” He draws his sword and holds it out to his right side and awaits Brail’s move. Brail holds the scythe with one hand and charges forward with the blade pointed behind him. He reaches Sarcon and slips the pole of the scythe throw his hand so he is holding the end. He then spins himself around, slashing the blade at Sarcon. Sarcon reaches his left hand out and catches the scythe by the pole with the very edge of the blade stuck in his shoulder. A line of blood streams down his arm as he shifts himself around to release the edge and let go of the handle. He looks his brother in the eye who now has a grin on his face and then unleashes a set of sword swings at him only to be blocked by the blade of the scythe.
Sarcon calms down and steps back. He gathers his thoughts and sheathes his sword. He holds his hands out a gathers his orange aura. His muscles bulge and he closes his eyes. His body trembles and his hair extends up. The wind blows around him as he opens his eyes. His eyes are glowing bright with a light green tint. Brail steps toward him and pulls back his scythe. In a flash, Sarcon rips the scythe out of his hands and holds it out behind him. He extends his hand to touch Brail’s chest and bows his head. Brail stops and stares in amazement at the speed Sarcon had just achieved. Sarcon whips the blade around through Brail’s midsection. Brail continues a few moments of consciousness in aw, looking at his brother as his body incinerates before it hits the ground.
Sarcon holds the scythe out in front of him and tosses it off the cliff. Sarcon resumes his position, kneeling on the ledge. A few moments later the shadowy figure of Winston approaches.
“Hey, man, Zubin’s making everyone some food at the Tavern, you coming?” “No- I.. Uh.. I’m not hungry.” “Suit yourself. Hey, do you smell something burning?” “No.. Must just be you..” “Alright, I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”
Winston returns to the Tavern and Sarcon drops his head to his knee and drops one final tear.
Well sense Sofa wasn't on to make his decision I had to improvise cause I planned to have him declining or accepting as that. And Winston wouldn't call him to tell him to get on sense it was so late at night.
Sometimes you have to make that sacrifice. You participate in the 3 on 1 fight. I just didn't mention you very much. Plus you were the one kicking all the ass in my first 2 so don't complain. xD
And here's another one. I got carried away with my character so Winston isn't a big part but it should be a good read. It's a bit lengthy though.
Prologue:
“Well, there he is. My newest SLAYER! How are things Winston?”*Gulp* “Um.. Good, I suppose.” “That’s not the answer. Come on! Celebrate!” *Swig* “Hah, Master Carlos, maybe you should sit down.” “Nonsense! I can handle myself. So boys, I’ve said it before, what say you try to take on your commander? I’ll even let Sofawall tag along. It’ll be good sword training for him!”*Sip* “This won’t end well…”
The drunken figure of Carloseus stumbles a couple steps. He rises up and shifts his clothing and armor into a more comfortable position. He steadies himself and fixes his posture, closing his eyes. He opens them again and looks at Winston then to Sarcon, and back to Winston. “See.. Alcohol is no problem” He sobers himself up and walks out the door.
“Is he joking?” Remarks Sarcon from the corner of the room. “He can’t possibly-“ “Well, we might as well get going. If he comes back it will only be worse.” Sofawall adds as he rises to his feet. “Don’t worry, Winston.” “I’m not worried.” “Then shut up and grab your sword. It’s gunna be a long night.” Laughs Sarcon.
The three begin to walk out to the training ground but can’t find Carlos anywhere. They begin exploring and soon enough hear laughing from the forest that is unmistakably that of Carlos’. They begin walking into the forest, staying close out of paranoia.
“Guard up.” “Thanks…” “Don’t be a smartass” “I wasn’t” “Just be quiet.” “Why? He knows where we are.” “Yeah but if you don’t shut up we won’t know where HE is..”
A rustle in the trees, a shift in the bushes.
“Jump!”
All three dive out of the way simultaneously as a blade flies between them, lodging itself into a tree.
“Damn! You trying to kill us?” “Oh please, if I didn’t know you were capable of dodging that, I wouldn’t have done it.” Shouts Carlos from an unknown area. “Where’d his sword go?”
Carlos had already retrieved it without being detected. He was quickly moving, silently, through the trees. Finally, he lands in a clearing and looks across at them “One at a time at first.”
Sarcon steps forward, being the weakest and lowest in rank. “I’ll do what I can.” He gathers his strength and thoughts. He unsheathes his long sword and gathers a feint orange aura around himself. He holds his sword down at his right side and carefully watches his commanders every move. Carloseus stands calmly with his arms folded and eyes closed. Sarcon finally takes one step forward. Carlos charges forward with unfathomable speed swinging his sword at Sarcon with no regard for safety. Sarcon deflects his attacks with his own blade and counters with a kick into Carlos’ chest to push him back a few feet. What’s he doing. Sarcon thinks, watching him carefully. Maybe he wants me to go on the offensive. He screams and charges forward unleashing a fury of swings with his sword. Carlos deflects them and finally spins his blade around to launch Sarcon’s sword back into the dirt in front of Sofa and Winston. “Next..”
Sofa takes his stand. Being weak with a sword, he knows he can’t stand up to Carlos that way. “Don’t be afraid to use your crossbows, Sofa, I can take it.” Sofa sighs and grabs his dual bows. He loads them both carefully and quickly disappears into the trees. Carlos stands firmly, not even paying attention to Sofa. A convoy of bolts come flying at him but a barrier stops them dead. Sofa stops in a tree and takes a knee, debating his next move. He takes one of his crossbows up and takes aim at Carlos. He watches him for a moment and fires a thick bolt. The bolt travels with extreme power through the air until it reaches the barrier. It breaks through the magical force-field and Carlos grins. The bolt travels through and pierces Carlos’ shoulder blade through the other side. Carlos flinches and leans with his right arm dangling. With the grin still on his face, he reaches his left hand up and twists the bolt out of his shoulder. “Next..”
Winston stands petrified of what he just saw. He grits his teeth and walks forward. He walks to stand directly in front of Carlos. Winston looks at him in a curious way. Carlos, still grinning, disappears into the forest again. “I’m ready for all of you!” The three ready themselves and look around. A crackling sound surrounds them. Winston looks around confused and sees a massive tree tumbling down right at his position. He dives out of the way as more trees begin to fall. The three of them move quickly, hopping into the trees. They look down to the ground in order to find any sign of Carlos’ position. They all take up their swords and hop around from falling tree to falling tree. Finally an entire field had been cleared with Carlos standing in the middle.
“Ergh.. Whose idea was this?” “His.. and he’s loving it.”
The three walk forward and stand around him. Carlos grins and separates his swords. The three around him take up their swords and begin swinging at him. Carlos twirls around blocking each of their attacks. After a few moments of repetition he sends up a shockwave which fires the boys about twenty feet away. “Sarcon, you again. I’ve seen what the other two can do, and I could sense you were holding back.”
Sarcon rises to his feet and picks up his blade. He charges in again swinging his blade. The two dual out in a fantastic display of swordsmanship for a good couple moments until finally Carlos turns and kicks Sarcon out of the way to the ground. “One more.” Sarcon stands again and charges in. He swings but is deflected every time. Carlos extends a hand and unleashes a force which propels Sarcon back to the ground. “Another! You’re a SLAYER right?!” Sarcon stands up slowly and looks down at the ground. He gathers his orange aura again. His body trembles and he clenches his fist. A gust of wind surrounds him. He turns his head up and opens his eyes. He looks at Carlos with glowing green eyes. His hair extends in the air and gains a golden tint. He holds out his right hand and calls his blade up from the ground. When he grasps its handle the blade gains an orange color. He takes his fighting stance and charges in again, swinging his blade with grace and precision. Carlos looks at him happily surprised, still deflecting his every swing until finally, Sarcon gets a swing near his head. Carlos dodges and they both stand still and watch five black hairs fall to the ground. Sarcon gazes in amazement. Carlos grins and they continue their dual. After a few minutes, they both stand still, Sarcon facing away with Carlos blade at his neck. Sofa and Winston stand there in fear of what they see. Their eyes look watch Sarcon carefully who is near seconds away from death, until they turn there attention down to see Sarcon’s sword which they see piercing Carlos’ hip.
Carlos chuckles. “Good. Don’t expect that next time.”
Epilogue
“That was good boys. Zubin! Beer!” “Thank you, sir.” “Sofawall! May I have a word with you?” “Of course.” “Thasador has requested that you be transferred to my legion along side of Winston. It is your decision but I do think it would be a shame to separate you two.” “Uh.. I- Erk.. I’m sorry, Carloseus, I don’t think I’m ready to make that decision.” “So be it. Whenever you can, get back to me. I was very impressed with your abilities today.” “Um.. Thank you.”
I like it Sofa. You have a better use of dialogue than I do, but you switching to a sword makes my next story a little easier. Ask Winston he'll tell you.
Here's another one. I felt like writing one and Winston gave me a good idea so I took it and ran.
Their boots squished in the mud of the Black Marsh. It was raining, and three young men were on their way to an open grove. One walked ahead of the other two. He wore a cloak with two miniature crossbows haltered at his sides. When they passed out into the open they viewed a group of about twenty hairy brutes. They stopped and gazed into the field. Sarcon and Winston look at each other and Sofawall turns around. “Alright, there’s our target.” Said Sofa to the other two. “You two enjoy yourselves. I’ll stand back and pick some of them off.” “What say we keep a tally? Each worth two?” Laughed Sarcon as he slowly pulls his sword out of its sheath. “Whatever you need to boost your ego up again. You’ll need it after that thrashing I heard Winston gave you yesterday.” Replied Sofa Sarcon mumbles something under his breath and continues to walk forward with his sword at his side. Winston laughs and follows him until they both pick up speed into a dash, charging at the group. Sarcon sprints to the side running around to the backside of the group only to see a massive Urdar next to a bonfire. “Holy shi- Winston! This guys worth ten! Let’s save him for last.” He says dashing back to the other side. He meets with Winston in the front only to have a bolt pass right between them. “That’s one!” Yells Sofa from behind them. “Yeah be careful that one almost got my eye!” Shout Winston playfully. Winston gathers a flame around his blade and charges in with Sarcon at his side. Winston swings his blade down through the shin of a brute and up into the chest of another. “Two!” He yells to Sarcon. Sarcon speeds forward jumping onto the falling body of the brute that just lost his leg. In the air he grabs the short sword at his side and throws it into the neck of a brute below him. As he descends he turns his sword blade down. He lands on the shoulders of a brute and jabs his sword into its forehead. When the drops to the ground he picks up his short sword and puts it back where it belongs. Three brutes surround him. He pulls his sword and jams it into the gut of one of them while the other two fall to the ground with bolts in their sides while Sofa shouts from a distance “Three!” Sarcon laughs and replies “Same here. Come on, Winston, keep up!” Winston moves to the middle of the group and spins his sword around him as a flame grows on it. A circle of fire forms around him as he bolts over slicing his sword through the center of one brute. He then dashes to the side and slashes his blade through the midsection of another. “Four!” Sarcon hops back out of the group and counts up the total. Ten brutes have been slain and few remained. Sofa fires another bolt into the throat of another brute. Sarcon, now behind, sheaths his long sword and grabs his two short swords. He charges in and hops up kicking one brute in the chest. He springs off of it and plants his feet on the shoulder of another. He squats down and looks at it in the face. “These things are prettier when they’re dead..” He puts his short swords at an x and slices them into the brute’s neck and hops off. He returns to the one he kicked and grabs an arrow out of the quiver on his back. He throws the arrow, hitting the brute in the chest between the ribcage. “Five! That’s twelve, only four left!” He drops his short swords, seeing a brute in front of him and grabs his other sword. He swings it up, slicing it through the brutes left shoulder. He then spins around and jabs the edge into the side of the brute. When he falls Sarcon shouts at the other two cockily “Six!” Sofawall chuckles and loads two bolts into one of his crossbows. He fires them out across the field as they impale two brutes. One brute falls but another is held up by Winston’s blade which is lodged into its back. “That one counts as mine, Sofa! I had him first!” Laughs Winston hearing a quiet reply of Sofa yelling bullshit. Sofa quickly loads another bolt and shoots down the final brute. “That’s six for me and Sarcon and only five for you, Winston. Looks like the big guy decides the winner.” Says Sofa. All three of them charge forward at the Urdar who is looking down at them from a distance. Sarcon and Sofa stop and load their bows. Sofa looks at Sarcon. “I didn’t know you could use one of those.” He says questioningly. “Hah! I never miss.” Replies Sarcon as he fires an arrow while looking at Sofa. The arrow flies past the Urdar’s head about a foot away from its shoulder. “That was a fluke! No fair!” Sofa laughs as he fires a bolt, hitting the Urdar in the chest. It grunts and continues. Suddenly everything is quiet. The Urdar lets out one deep moan and falls to the ground. Winston stands on his back leaning against his sword casually. He laughs looking at the other two and says “I think we’re done here.”
Yeah. I had it ocmpletely off the first time. He just told me to remake it as more of a speed/stealth fight so I did and sent it to me and he just told me to psot it.
Winston Told me this was the place to put this so here goes. It is a duel between my character, Sarcon, and his, Winston.
A cold winter’s day outside the tavern, and two young warriors are closing in on the training ground area.
“You don’t have to do this.” Said one to the other in a cocky tone of voice. “Just because Master Carlos says we should doesn’t mean we have to.” “Don’t be so full of yourself. You think you’re so strong but you’re still only a legionare.” Replied the other.
The two walked up to a small sparring area in the woods and unsheathed their swords. They were both about the same age. One was about eighteen years. He held a large bastard sword in his hand. He had blue hair and a red cloak over his shoulders. When they reach an open area in the woods he throws the cloak over onto a stump and grasps his sword handle firmly looking at the other. The other was about nineteen and had green hair that stood up on ones side. He wore light leather clothing, mostly orange. He tightened his wrist bands which had a metal plate on the outside and firmly grasped his katana-like long sword.
“Alright, Winston, you can make the first move if you wish.” Sneered the one with green hair. “Won’t make any difference.”
“Fine, It’s about time someone put you in your place, Sarcon!” Winston charges at him with his sword at his side. He lunges into the air and stretches his arms up with the sword. The sword grows a flame around it as Winston gains speed in air. He comes down at Sarcon on the ground swinging the blade with extreme force. Sarcon bolts out of the way with unimaginable speed as the blade hits the ground and a cloud of dirt forms. Sarcon is behind Winston about fifteen feet away leaning on his sword as if it were a cane.
“Close! You almost had me there. Almost lost a hair.” Laughed Sarcon, knowing Winston wasn’t really trying. He tosses his swords up and catches it in his hands. He holds it down at his side with his right hand and holds his left and in a fist up in front of his face. He closes his eyes and dust begins to shift on the ground around him. A small shockwave is sent out and Sarcon lowers his hand. He opens his eyes again and looks at Winston. “Let’s take this seriously.” He dashes in zig-zags around the area moving toward Winston. He moves next to him and glances at him moving away quickly as Winston takes a swing. He dash to get directly in front of him meeting his blade to Winston’s to hold it there with his left hand. He then spins around with his right hand in a fist to back-hand Winston with a great deal of force. Winston ducks and tugs his blade out of the ground. He then swings it to smack against Sarcon’s sword. Sarcon spins with his sword to keep it in his hand while Winston dashes off through the woods. Sarcon begins to pursue him through the trees and slowly catches up to him. Winston swings his sword at Sarcon and is easily deflected. A series of sword melees follow. The clashing of steal echoes as the two continue to swing and counter each other. They continue to race through the forest, swinging and clashing their swords together until finally they both stop at the same time and continue their sword fight stationary. Winston leaps into the air and into the tree and Sarcon quickly pursues again. They fight steel to steel from tree to tree until it finally ends in a stalemate in a might tree of at least 80 feet tall. They struggle back and forth pushing the blades together. After a short time they both jump back and look at each other, both dripping with sweat. Sarcon, standing on the edge of a branch lowers his weapon and sheaths it. He then falls backwards diving to the ground and turns to land on his feet. Winston follows him to the ground with his sword still in hand, glowing with flames. Sarcon grasps his two short swords that he has on his belt and pulls them out. They both look at each other, catching their breath. Winston takes his sword up and goes at him again. He swings his sword in an upward motion at Sarcon. Sarcon hops up and plants one foot on the edge of the blade and uses the swing as a boost to propel himself up into the branch of a tree. He hops from one tree to another while Winston follows him with his eyes. Sarcon jumps down onto a lower branch and jumps across to the side of another tree and quickly springs himself off of it at Winston. Winston takes his blade and swings it Sarcon as he gets close. Sarcon extends his blades to meet Winston’s at an x. Winston uses the force of his swing to launch Sarcon into a tree. Sarcon stops for a moment and leans his head against the trunk.
Winston then dashes around out of Sarcon’s sight. He springs himself into the tree that Sarcon is leaning against only to see he isn’t leaning against it anymore. He moves quickly searching around for him. Sarcon drops down into the clear following Winston with his eyes until he finally disappears. Sarcon looks around knowing a strike could come at any moment. Before he knows it he feels a sharp pain and collapses. Winston had just bashed him with the handle of his sword in the back of the head. Before Sarcon hits the ground, Winston takes his knee and thrusts it into his gut sending him into the air. Winston leaps into the air with him and brings his fists down again at his back. Sarcon gains control of his motion again and spins around to catch Winston’s fist only to have the force shoot him into the dirt. Winston lands on the ground next to him and looks down on him. He sheathes his sword and extends his hand to help Sarcon back up. “Well played, my friend. It just wasn’t enough.”
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I changed the wording.