The King and His Men

[Gilgamesh]

The mage laughed,"King? The King of Heroes? You are no KING!" The Mage laughed uncontrollably and more sand tendrils began to rise out of the ground. They wavered around as if they were part of some larger creature and moved almost as if they had a mind of their own.

"You filthy beast have no right to challenge my Kingship! You have brought your own doom upon you!" His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed with hate. This mongrel would learn his lesson the hard way. The Golden Gate appeared above him and launched a series of weapons towards the cloaked mage. The out of the sand a wall rose from beneath and all the weapons sunk themselves deep into the wall.

"I see how this will be…I'm sad that I have to waste my time with you. The King grabbed two of his swords out of the Gate and started walking towards the mage. The tendrils flung out towards Gilgamesh but he easily sidestepped the flying sand. The Stormtroopers were firing at the tendrils but it was futile. Another tendril shot out, aimed directly at Gilgamesh's chest but he was able to split the incoming wave of sand with his sword. He continued to walk down his path, easily deflecting every sand tendril in his path.

The sand mage looked startled, he sent more tendrils to stop the King on his slow path, to no avail. Out of no where a red beam of energy hit the mage in the shoulder, sending him flying back. The tendrils dissipated into the ground and this gave Gilgamesh time to catch up with his opponent.

The Mage got up clutching his solder, "Damn you…"he murmured.The tendrils reformed and was aimed directly at the squad of stormtroopers. The Tendril wrecked havoc, flying and impaling all of the Troops. The Mage was laughing maniacally until he saw that Gilgamesh was almost upon him.

"Shit shit shit…" he cursed underneath his breath. He called the tendril back but it was too late. Gilgamesh kicked him to the floor and put the sword to his throat.

"You disgusting dog have the blessing of being put down by your King!" Gilgamesh looked irritated and uninterested. He brought up his sword and was about to slice the Mages throat but something was holding his hand back. Sand from the ground was holding his hand back and restraining him. The mage chuckled and the sand beneath him began to carry him away.

"Prepare to die, KING!" The mage exclaimed at the top of his lungs. The tendrils and restraints disappeared and all gathered around him. The Sand gathered around the Mage turning into armor. He had turned into a Sand Golden with him inside, completely protected. The Golem began to laugh and launched its fist towards Gilgamesh, causing him to fly back and land of his back. He got up quickly, his crimson-eyes seemed to burn like a flame, as if some inner rage has turned into an inferno.

"Let us see how far your barbarianism lets you go." He used both of his swords and charged towards the Golem, and sliced the things' arm off. It fell to the ground with a hard "Plop*" The King smiled for a second, until the sand rises again reforming the arm and wiping the smile off the King's face. The hand turned into a blade and swung at the King. Three blades appeared before the blade arm and blocked the swing and Gilgamesh used this time to stab directly in the beasts chest. When he pulled out his sword he saw that he nicked the mage in his shoulder before the sand swelled up below him and covered the wound.

The monster let out a roar, letting the earth tremble before it's might. It stomped on the ground causing a spike of Sand to rise up and try to stab the King. The spike was aimed directly at Gilgamesh's face but he put his arm in front his face causing a giant hole in his arm and the spike to be within an inch of it's destination. Gilgamesh's sword fell out of his arm and the blade disintegrated into Golden dust

"YOU DARE SPILL A KING'S BLOOD!"

Eyes wide with fury he stabbed his sword directly in the chest, with the monster trying to block but to no avail. Gilgamesh's strike went clean through the chest, directly in the chest of the Mage. The sand covering him fell into the ground and so did the Mage. His eyes were bloodshot and he started to cough blood. He looked up at Gilgamesh and his shoulder began to blow into the wind, as if it was sand.

"Shall your Kingdom be forgotten into the wind, as the sands of these dunes…" The mage whispered almost as if he were whispering a chant. The rest of his body slowly blew away in the wing and there was no sign of the mage except the red cloak he wore.