《Fate Of The Swordsmen》Chapter 33: Desperation
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Amma clutched her Katarn. The orange aura becoming larger the more determined she was. The masochistic Oren threw the dagger aside and withdrew his Katarn. “Give me pain, please give me pain!” he yelled. Amma vanished from sight, appearing behind him, aiming for the heart. The Oren barely made it in time, he deflected her attack. “Do you think this will work on Kikrak?” he said with a disturbing smile on his face.
“Shit, he’s physically stronger than me.” she thought. They ended up clashing blades, Kikrak was starting to push her back. Before they hit the wall Amma distracted him with a shin kick, then got some distance between her and her opponent. Kikrak did not react much from the kick, but it did serve its purpose. “Weak, why are you so weak?” asked Kikrat.
“Good, he’s underestimating me. As far as he knows I am weak. I can use this against him” thought Amma. “Well you know, I just got out of the academy.” Kikrak laughed. Amma smiled. “Good, I need to drop his guard down.’ she thought. Kikrak went on the attack, Amma deflected his blows with ease, she just could not clash with him. That could spell trouble for her. Suddenly after one of Kikraks attacks, Amma vanished from his sight.
She was moving as fast as she could, so fast that his naked eye couldn’t keep up with her. “No fair,” yelled Kikrat. Amma plunged her Katarn into his right knee, then vanished. Kikrak screamed “Yes! Give me more pain!” Amma smirked while Kikrat was screaming. She swung her Katarn towards his head but he blocked it. Amma jumped away to gain some distance. “Bad girl, no killing shots. I’ll have to punish you for that.”
He charged over to where she jumped despite his knee. She landed safely, but Kikrat bulldozed her into the wall with tremendous force. Amma left shoulder was hurting tremendously “Shit, I think it’s dislocated.” she thought. Right next to her was the dagger he dropped earlier. He was preparing for a strike, Amma quickly popped her left shoulder back in, deflected the blade with the Katarn in her right hand and disemboweled him with the dagger in her left hand.
His small intestines fell out on to her, blood sprayed her face. Kikrak slumped over on top of her, he was dead. Amma pushed Kikrat’s body off of her along with the small intestines. “Never leave a weapon on the floor dumbass,” she said. Suddenly the whole cave system started shaking. “Anarion!” she panicked, got up, and began running towards the entrance.
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The tunnel she went into started collapsing behind her. She made it to the intersection and ran down Anarion’s path. However, a few hundred feet in front of her the tunnel had collapsed. “Anarion!” she shouted. Amma extended her hands, an endless blast of fire was hitting the boulders. She was desperately trying to melt the boulders with her fire elestran, it was slowly working. She wouldn’t let the man she loved die to something like this.
Meanwhile, a few minutes earlier Ithilious was clashing swords with his opponent. “You are strong.” said the Oren he was facing. Ithilious did not reply, for once in his life he had a serious look on his face. Little did the Oren realize, Ithilious was a fairly decent strategist. Behind the Oren, a wooden spike was growing out of the ground.
Ithilious kept the silent clash up for a few more seconds. He then started pushing back as hard as he could, it wasn’t enough to get the Oren off balance. “You fight like a coward.” said the Oren. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice your plot?” Ithilious smiled “Bravo, yes I am a coward. Regardless I’ll defeat you.”
Still clashing, the Oren asked, “What’s your name child?” Ithilious glared, the clash was still in full effect. “Ithilious Shadowsbane.” The oren glared back. “I’ve heard the name of that clan. You can use the power of light, can’t you?” Ithilious shook his head “I have not been back home since I was five, my father has not taught me yet.”
Ithilious continued “It’s rude to ask for someone's name then not give your own. I’d like to know who I’m about to kill.” The Oren laughed. “Sendrak.” Ithilious glared at him with a smile on his face “Nice to kill you, Sendrak.” Suddenly below Sendrak’s feet, a large spike burst through the floor. Ithilious had him corned. If he moved backward he would be impaled, if he stayed he would be impaled, if he broke the clash Ithilious would have a killing blow.
“Well played, I choose to die by the sword.” He broke the clash, Ithilious vanished for a moment, reappeared in front of him, and cut his head off. While Ithilious met his strength, he was far more agile and was able to get the killing blow before he could react. “I guess the coward wins in the end,” said Ithilious. Suddenly the earth began shaking. The whole room started to collapse.
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Opting to live Ithilious ran as fast as he could. He would check on his sister, however knowing his sister if she had a fight and survived it she would run towards Anarion. He reached the end of the hallway, the tunnel his sister went down had collapsed. He heard a yell from Amma, “Anarion!”. Ithilious ran towards the hallway Anarion went down, Amma was doing her best to melt the boulders.
Falcon had a difficult opponent. He wasn’t physically strong, but extremely agile. Their swords clashed over and over, as his opponent was desperately trying to win a killing blow. Falcon could barely keep up with his pace. He was in danger of losing his fight. He made a mistake, the Oren lunged his blade at his chest, Falcon mustered as much metal as he could, the blade hit but Falcon leaned to the right.
Leaning to the right caused the blade to veer off its mark. The metal served his purpose. He had a chance to land his killing blow since the Oren was facing away from him. He lunged in for the attack, but the Oren placed his hands on the ground, pushed off the ground, and kicked Falcon in the chest sending him flying back towards the wall in a tremendous crash.
He barely managed to coat his back in metal to fit the contour of his back. He tried to hit the wall with his back as flat as it could be. This absorbed the impact of the crash, however, it still hurt. He noticed his opponent not wasting any time, he ran at Falcon to land the killing blow. As the Oren went for a jumping attack, Falcon lifted his left hand, and launched a massive drill shaped spike out of his hand, it went right through the Oren.
His chest had been completely blown away by the metal. Falcon won, barely. He sat for a moment and sighed. “I’m not strong enough.” Suddenly the earth began to shake, the part of the room he was resting in nearly collapsed on him. Falcon ran desperately to the entrance, the entire tunnel collapsing behind him as he ran.
He barely made it out. He noticed the entrance had collapsed. “Fuck.” he said to himself. He could hear Amma and Ithilious next to him. The rest of unit one had completed their fights, they were not wounded. “Our exit, this isn’t good.” Said, Bernard. Falcon could hear something, it sounded like fire.
Suddenly the rocks blocking their way melted. Bwoire came out of the entrance. “Thanks, Bella, standby in case more of this collapses.” Bwoire noticed Amma and Ithilious were missing, he panicked. Calmantos came down as well. “Have you seen the others?” asked Bwoire. “I heard Amma and Ithilious down this way,” said Falcon. He lead Bwoire down the hallway Anarion went down, everyone but Calmantos returned to the surface. He opted to follow Bwoire. They soon ran into Amma and Ithilious.
Amma was desperately trying to burn through the rock. She was starting to lose her composure. Ithilious couldn’t help much, he had his hands on his sisters back, giving her his chi to continue the effort.
Beyond the boulders, a terrible battle was taking place. Everyone could hear it. Tears started flowing out of Amma’s eyes. She shouted “Anarion!” once again. Bwoire stepped in beside her, a fire erupted from his hands. “He’ll be alright, we have to believe that.” Saren had decided to come back down despite his father saying to would be foolish otherwise.
He saw how Amma was, it broke his heart. He loved her, though she despised him. Even worse she was fighting to save Anarion, a man he was immensely jealous of. Saren squeezed in beside Amma and Bwoire. “It’s not much, but if I can help save the man you love, as much as it hurts me I’ll do it.” A fire erupted from his hands, Amma continued to cry, she felt helpless. Yet she did not give up
She would not give up. She tried to assure herself that despite the terrible sounds of battle on the other side that Anarion would become victorious. What she did not know, was the terrible odds he faced. The boulders began to melt at a more rapid pace, Calmantos watched on. There was no more room in the hallway. He wondered if his and the council's actions would cause the death of Anarion Ragnor.
Not wanting to become an onlooker he placed his hands on Bwoire and Sarens back. It was the least he could do in these dire circumstances. Amma’s tears also broke his heart, he knew the pain of losing loved ones on the battlefield.
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