01-10-2015, 09:22 PM
“Now Spartan, you will give me control of this vessel and we will escape from here.”
“You will never grasp a hold of this body.”
The voice in his head seemed disappointed, “We shall see Spartan...We shall see...” Atelos could not see the god in his head but he could feel as if it was smiling playfully. Atelos shook his head, the voice was there but remained silent. He could feel a presence now but it seemed minute. He stood up, putting this horrifying experience out of his mind.
He now took a good look at his surroundings. The room was normal, door was at the very end of the hallway. However, there were eight statues. The were kneeling knights with Dragon heads instead of normal heads. Six of them had swords and two of them had spears. Atelos knew what was coming next. He walked ahead slowly paying attention to the statues as he walked across the room. He passed the first two and all eight of their eyes glew yellow. He heard the crunching of stone and he retreated so he could see all of the statues. He saw all of them began to move. I knew it… He prepared to make a run for it. They probably would be two slow to catch him. As he was backing up he saw the two at the end cover the door...So this is how they are going to make me fight these things… He then changed his plan. He had to take them out and once that was done he would have an easy time defeating the two at the end.
The six Dragon Knights walked mechanically to Atelos. They all unanimously stuck Atelos in the middle of his shield. These guys are pathetic. They slowly recovered and got ready for another swing. His swords went out and scratched one of the soldiers while they were recovering. They again sliced right into his shield, which after he bashed on of the soldier’s heads crushing it making the headless soldier fall onto his knees and die. He chuckled, this would be the easiest trap...or so he thought. He then saw a red fiery plasma transfer from the dead knight into the seven other knights. Their eyes glowed briefly and they then swung for his limbs at a quicker pace. Confused, but still dodged their attacks, he smashed his shield into another soldier. The same thing happened again, his plasm however was larger. The remaining soldiers got faster and started acting more wise. The four then began to advance and attack less in unison and began to attack covering one another, while still seemingly rigid. He then smashed his shield and punched two of the warriors causing them to perish as well, leaving one without a head and another with a hole in his chest. Their plasmas transferred into the remaining soldiers and that is when Atelos registered that the more he killed the more skilled they were. The remaining two were now proficient in their craft. They began to move less rigid and now were perfectly completing each others moves. While one recovered the other would attack until the first recovered. Atelos was then forced to play on the defense taking most of the hits waiting for an opportunity, obtaining many scratches and nicks while he was waiting for an opening. He never found one. They were pressing on him giving him no room. This continued until his back hit the wall. Distracted for just a second the knight’s sword drove into the wall next to him barely missing Atelos. He hit them with the shield toppling them over, jumping onto one of them while the other slowly got up. His fist ignited and punched the Knight’s face leaving nothing where there was rock. His plasma went into the air and into the final Sword Knight. The Knight’s eyes then glew a glorious white. The knight was now completely fluid. Atelos was now was put into a permanent state of defense. The knight picked up the second sword from one of the fallen Dragon Knights and began to duel wield. The knight performed many spins hitting Atelos’ shield and even nicking his legs and arms occasionally. Atelos would try and trade blows with his aura swords but the Dragon Knight deflected the blows with ease. Cornered Atelos rolled behind the knight, as he was parrying the aura swords, and pushed the knight against the wall. The pressure he placed upon the knight seemed to squeeze out his existence until his body crushed under the pressure, not before slicing into Atelos’ shoulder.
His great plasma now transferred into the two Spear Knights, resulting in their white eyes seemingly ignite. The charged towards Atelos one staying behind and the other leading the assault. The Knight opened up his mouth spreading his rock hard teeth with a flickering light in the back of his throat. Atelos had no time to question for the next thing he saw was the white burning fire that came out of his mouth in a cone. The other Knight seemed completely unaffected by the flames. Atelos’ shield then let out its own blue flames protecting him from the fire. The other knight, however, had to get through Atelos’ shield, which wasn’t an easy task. The knight thrusted his spear forward, the spear head crashing into the shield, knocking him to the ground and the flames stopped for a second. But only for a second until the Knight aimed at Atelos and let his flames do the rest of the work. Atelos backed up slowly until he was at the edge of the flames so the Knight had to readjust, with the help of the other Knight tossing him across the room. Atelos rolled across the floor bruised and battered but he had no time to think. The Knight had already aimed and fired his breathe at him. His shields fire was dimming and he had to do something before it was too late. The Spear knight however was already there tossing Atelos across the room. Atelos was thrown into the path of the other knight colliding with him, not before his right bicep was burnt and charred by the flame. Both him and the knight we tossed onto the floor and before the Spear Knight could catch up he smashed in the Fire-Knights head in. The Spear Knight then stabbed Atelos but his aura swords tried to turn the blow away from his stomach, but instead stabbing right into Atelos’ right bicep tearing his skin open, tearing into the muscle, now limiting the use of his punching arm. Atelos grunted as he smashed the Knight’s hand with his shield as his weapon dug into Atelos’ arm. Atelos then pushed him over to the floor and got on top of him smashing his head in. He sat there smashing in the pebbles for over fifteen minutes just destroying the thing. And without a word he got up and walked to the door. He was not thinking anymore. He had a bloodlust in his eyes and he was furious with the temple, willing to destroy it. His aura pulsated and he could feel the mischievous god’s presence.
The laugh echoed into his head, “I’m already onto a good start. It doesn’t take much to get your blood brewing, warrior.”
“You will never grasp a hold of this body.”
The voice in his head seemed disappointed, “We shall see Spartan...We shall see...” Atelos could not see the god in his head but he could feel as if it was smiling playfully. Atelos shook his head, the voice was there but remained silent. He could feel a presence now but it seemed minute. He stood up, putting this horrifying experience out of his mind.
He now took a good look at his surroundings. The room was normal, door was at the very end of the hallway. However, there were eight statues. The were kneeling knights with Dragon heads instead of normal heads. Six of them had swords and two of them had spears. Atelos knew what was coming next. He walked ahead slowly paying attention to the statues as he walked across the room. He passed the first two and all eight of their eyes glew yellow. He heard the crunching of stone and he retreated so he could see all of the statues. He saw all of them began to move. I knew it… He prepared to make a run for it. They probably would be two slow to catch him. As he was backing up he saw the two at the end cover the door...So this is how they are going to make me fight these things… He then changed his plan. He had to take them out and once that was done he would have an easy time defeating the two at the end.
The six Dragon Knights walked mechanically to Atelos. They all unanimously stuck Atelos in the middle of his shield. These guys are pathetic. They slowly recovered and got ready for another swing. His swords went out and scratched one of the soldiers while they were recovering. They again sliced right into his shield, which after he bashed on of the soldier’s heads crushing it making the headless soldier fall onto his knees and die. He chuckled, this would be the easiest trap...or so he thought. He then saw a red fiery plasma transfer from the dead knight into the seven other knights. Their eyes glowed briefly and they then swung for his limbs at a quicker pace. Confused, but still dodged their attacks, he smashed his shield into another soldier. The same thing happened again, his plasm however was larger. The remaining soldiers got faster and started acting more wise. The four then began to advance and attack less in unison and began to attack covering one another, while still seemingly rigid. He then smashed his shield and punched two of the warriors causing them to perish as well, leaving one without a head and another with a hole in his chest. Their plasmas transferred into the remaining soldiers and that is when Atelos registered that the more he killed the more skilled they were. The remaining two were now proficient in their craft. They began to move less rigid and now were perfectly completing each others moves. While one recovered the other would attack until the first recovered. Atelos was then forced to play on the defense taking most of the hits waiting for an opportunity, obtaining many scratches and nicks while he was waiting for an opening. He never found one. They were pressing on him giving him no room. This continued until his back hit the wall. Distracted for just a second the knight’s sword drove into the wall next to him barely missing Atelos. He hit them with the shield toppling them over, jumping onto one of them while the other slowly got up. His fist ignited and punched the Knight’s face leaving nothing where there was rock. His plasma went into the air and into the final Sword Knight. The Knight’s eyes then glew a glorious white. The knight was now completely fluid. Atelos was now was put into a permanent state of defense. The knight picked up the second sword from one of the fallen Dragon Knights and began to duel wield. The knight performed many spins hitting Atelos’ shield and even nicking his legs and arms occasionally. Atelos would try and trade blows with his aura swords but the Dragon Knight deflected the blows with ease. Cornered Atelos rolled behind the knight, as he was parrying the aura swords, and pushed the knight against the wall. The pressure he placed upon the knight seemed to squeeze out his existence until his body crushed under the pressure, not before slicing into Atelos’ shoulder.
His great plasma now transferred into the two Spear Knights, resulting in their white eyes seemingly ignite. The charged towards Atelos one staying behind and the other leading the assault. The Knight opened up his mouth spreading his rock hard teeth with a flickering light in the back of his throat. Atelos had no time to question for the next thing he saw was the white burning fire that came out of his mouth in a cone. The other Knight seemed completely unaffected by the flames. Atelos’ shield then let out its own blue flames protecting him from the fire. The other knight, however, had to get through Atelos’ shield, which wasn’t an easy task. The knight thrusted his spear forward, the spear head crashing into the shield, knocking him to the ground and the flames stopped for a second. But only for a second until the Knight aimed at Atelos and let his flames do the rest of the work. Atelos backed up slowly until he was at the edge of the flames so the Knight had to readjust, with the help of the other Knight tossing him across the room. Atelos rolled across the floor bruised and battered but he had no time to think. The Knight had already aimed and fired his breathe at him. His shields fire was dimming and he had to do something before it was too late. The Spear knight however was already there tossing Atelos across the room. Atelos was thrown into the path of the other knight colliding with him, not before his right bicep was burnt and charred by the flame. Both him and the knight we tossed onto the floor and before the Spear Knight could catch up he smashed in the Fire-Knights head in. The Spear Knight then stabbed Atelos but his aura swords tried to turn the blow away from his stomach, but instead stabbing right into Atelos’ right bicep tearing his skin open, tearing into the muscle, now limiting the use of his punching arm. Atelos grunted as he smashed the Knight’s hand with his shield as his weapon dug into Atelos’ arm. Atelos then pushed him over to the floor and got on top of him smashing his head in. He sat there smashing in the pebbles for over fifteen minutes just destroying the thing. And without a word he got up and walked to the door. He was not thinking anymore. He had a bloodlust in his eyes and he was furious with the temple, willing to destroy it. His aura pulsated and he could feel the mischievous god’s presence.
The laugh echoed into his head, “I’m already onto a good start. It doesn’t take much to get your blood brewing, warrior.”
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