Boom!

A large gate is smashed open by a foot of a man in black. With him, a smaller woman whose age is that of a child,drenched in blood that comes from a pleather of small almost pointless cuts spread all over here. The woman had just waged a one man war against a horde of undead. She acted far beyond the level of fighters with years of experience and training under their belt and yet she cursed her weakness. 122. She killed 122 of the undead before she collapsed and Varon had to step in and save her.

Varon didn’t say a word of criticism. But he did not praise her either. She heard the marching of feet in time to a hum of broken voice as the skeletons bolted sing in joy at the situation before them. Their once pure souls twisted by the casual passage of time until their have have lost the last thing they could hold onto. Something they cursed with every tick of a clock. Something that brought them so much despair and fear. Hope was what that had lost. So with the lost of hope so to did the loss of will and then the loss of pain. Until they were nothing but singing ornaments.

Adria felt that from them she could see that of but a peak at the screen behind the curtain that Varon told of. She had failed but time ticks on. This was something that she had learned today and to her this was monumental. She was only now begun to understand the nature of her power and the nature of the thing called life. A the terror of losing it because she was never able to connect the dots before today. She didn’t knew to swing the sword just so that Varon would praise her but so that he could praise her tomorrow as well.

Today was the first day that Adria ever felt the need for strength. Varon on the other hand was in deep thought. Raven had moved his treasure hoard through his ability so it was safe and Sharsha had done as Varon instructional and run away. Varon did not want a soldier from her no he wanted a voice that would speak out about faults and failures without having a relationship with the thing called morality. Now that she was under his employ as a non-combat type should she ever set foot in a battle again Varon has most likely made some form of mistake.

Varon drew his foot forward breaking down the next door in his way. In his arms like someone holds a rug is Adria too weak to move. “ Are we running Varon?” Adria asks

“ No I am looking for a… found one”

Adria looks forward to see a dead end and a small corridor. It looks more like a cell then anything else but Varon strides with confidence to the dead end. Adria thinks of many possibilities a secret path, a trap or will he simply punch through but Adria was wrong as Varon sets Adria down next to wall.

Varon then walks to the end of the hallway and for the briefest of moments a dark image flashes across Adrias mind. Will he leave me?

But one he get to the end he stops and pulls of his shirt. Now dressed in nothing more than a pair of black plants he speaks back to Adria “ I feel I may have done you a disservice Adria. But throwing those rocks I have spare your life but I noticed that there is something you lack. I will attempt to show you so please pay close attention I will try not to show such a sight again and you are not to speak of what you see”.

Still ringing in her ears is the slow march of the skeletons and the singing of the damned and in her vision is the sight of Varon breathing deeply his shoulders rise and falling slightly as each breath passes. Barely enough to see.

His hands clenching and unclenching in time with the beat of the song they have begun to sing.

“ Nothing breeds hate, fear and power like hope so have no fear Adria for I may be able to kill them all.”

A wave they approached marching endlessness dullness to them they approach and when the tide draws near Varon strikes.

A fully of well calculated and precise blow using his fingers as knife when they need to be and a mace when they need to be. Like a well oiled machine he continues to attack with validity as he greedily destroys that which stands before him and like a force of nature his will go unchallenged. For the first hour then as time passes his movements began to slow and at the same time a colossal monster of bone fragments crash past the ranks of undead. Only growing with its allies destruction. Then like it run into a wall it is stopped in its place before it is blown back with a simple yet effective punch. But for the first time Varon bleeds from a small cut below his eye. And once more the hoard approach and the blows continue. Varon moves with such grace that it shows a beauty that grounds Adrias breath away and like this he continues fighting few at a time with the intent to slay the many.

And yet in an hour a new beast appears but it too is blown away.

And then an hour after that a new creature is destroyed but this one doesn’t fall in a single blow instead taking three in that time Varon received one however he does not halt or show a different in his face expression.

And hour later a new creature appears and this one is capable of trading blows but is ultimately still weaker then Varon and is dispatched.

Then another but this time the fight between the two drags on and the injuries Varon suffers grow and yet he continues.

Then again an hour later a bear shaped creature of decaying flesh come for a fight and Varon engages without hesitation but this time it is a hard fight but after 15 minutes of intense conflict Varon is left wheezing as he spits some blood.

And yet another comes. A octopus like creature this time. It attacks from a distance and Varon is blown back. Yet Varon charges back into the fight long before the creature has time to gain space and yet Varon is simply blown away again, and again and again. Each time Varon loose some of his grace as it is replaced with a beast like ferocity and after 53 minutes Varon destroys the creature with a single blow.

Then another comes 7 minutes later but thing one has the body of a horse and the head of a lion. It is much faster than Varon and yet Varon never lets it past. He will not destroy it before another creature appears and he will not destroy them before another come. Varon outmatched and outnumbered, brutally wounded fights with no technique and yet as time passes he destroys the knees of the horse like creature then dispatches the other two.

His condition is far worse than Adrias was when she couldn’t fight anymore and yet he moves still without change in facial expression. 7 out of 10 of his fingers are broken of just completely snapped off his shoulder was crush twice and his left lung and yet his eyes show something different. They burn with the will to go on.

The full 1000 skeletons of them 892 are destroyed. Despite that the legion of the undead continue to march towards him but in his new condition this has become a struggle for him but still he continues to fight even gaining back the ground he had lost he stands tall atop a pile of corpses that have been broken and defeated by Varon.

The final ten selections strive forward only to be defeated one by one by a man who struggles to hand three of them at a time yet they all still fall behim.

Varon waits watching waiting for something else to come. Then in the distance a woman approaches.

Her eyes awestruck. She seem like there is a bounce in her every step. Their is also a madness in her smile.

“ Do you know what you are missing Adria.?” Varon does not turn to face Adria as he asks the question. “ No. I don’t” Adria face the back of the man who stood before her. Until know he was never more than the hand that feed her. Although she always saw that hand as the only one you never bite now Varon was something different. Varon was no the first thing Adria had come to respect.

“It is the desire to win”