{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The Roleplay League
Edited by Zalamiir:
10/1/2015 4:37:00 AM
1
Xerox had blocked the oncoming Void attack, the blade-like energy dying away against the roaring flames.
But much to Men'kaar's satisfaction, he had closed the gap in seconds. Xerox would be unable to counter him in time.
As she turned to face him, he brought his left arm back towards his chest and sent it back around, managing to knock the sword out of her hands. He let his body follow with his arm's momentum. When he was below her, he brought his sword arm around the front of his body, and shot his himself up, letting his sword come up at an upward angle.
The sword connected with enough force to lift Xerox off her feet and send her soaring through the air, and land a few feet from them. He looked at her fallen frame and saw that he managed to leave a gash all the way from the right of her hip, to the top of her left shoulder.
Calvik walked up next to Men'kaar.
"[i]Bane of the Cabal? She isn't even capable of killing two Knights, let alone legions of those hulking parasites.[/i]" Men'kaar said with a slight chuckle in between sentences.
Calvik picked up Xerox's sword-
And howled in pain as the sword burnt him with the only source that could actually cause Hive pain.
He threw the sword towards the fallen Knight, imbedding the blade into the ground only inches away from her head.
"[i]Light?![/i]"
"[i]What? How is that possible? Her Worm should have consumed her! Why hasn't it?![/i]" Men'kaar couldn't believe it. She- it didn't have the right to be called a Hive.
But instead of questioning the event, Calvik marched over to the body of Xerox. He towered over her. He brought his sword up, readying to drive the blade into the Knight.
"[i]Die now, abomination."[/i]
English
-
The warlock suddenly for some unexplainable reason began remembering his Fireteam. He didn't know how they would think if he died too. If he did die would he be able to be with them. Images of them flashed in his mind and he looked into a bright light and find himself standing in the tower. He heard a voice and turned around to see his Fireteam. They all were smiling at him and there was a light behind them. "Is this real?" "Not yet. But if you don't fight it will." It was Allison. Just seeing her broke my heart again. "You need to find your fire and fight!" Blake. He was his mentor and motivator and all around bro. Tears pricked at his eyes and he shook his head. "But what if I want to be with you guys." John laughed. "You're not supposed to die now. Inside Traveller info." They all turned and walked into the light and vanished. He had to find his fire. With a sorrow filled scream he drove off the whispers. It was it's turn to be ripped and torn.
-
Edited by Zalamiir: 10/6/2015 11:15:56 PMHe could feel the Light in this thing increase tremendously because of the memories of his friends. Good. It would make killing it all the more sweeter. '[i]Do you think you can best me? You, are only one being out of many, who follow a lost hope, given to you by a long dead god! Your friends are dead, and you, will soon join them!'[/i] But instead of getting weaker, it only grew in strength. Then all of sudden the power hit him dead on, nearly driving him out of it's mind. That made his rage grow more intense. He was going to enjoy tearing it's mind asunder. [i]'Come then, oh prey of mine, give me a challenge!'[/i] He increased the attack on it's mind tenfold.
-
The attacks became more violent and angry. He focused and ignored the pain. Again he found himself on the Tower but this time darkness and fire was eating away at everything including him. "I did not become a Guardian just to watch my friends die again!" With a shout he released the darkness and fire from him. It began to draw together to form something. It rose and took form. The warlock took a step back as the creature finally was recognizable. Ahamkara.
-
Shovaroth saw the Ahamkara in the Guardians consciousness. He had to admit, it was stronger than it seemed. He couldn't help but laugh. He made sure that the Guardian could hear him. '[i]You are indeed strong, oh prey of mine. This, manifestation of my kind, is testament to that.'[/i] Then his anger boiled over again. '[i]But you weren't there when I was raised from the soil. You don't know what your dealing with.[/i] He drove further into his consciousness. Shadows began to form in front of the false Ahamkara, until they took the form of him. His titanic form towered over the Ahamkara and the Guardian. He gave them both a sadistic smile. "[i]Oh prey of mine. There are far worse things than death."[/i]
-
With a sudden calm he simply shrugged and said. "You're right. There are worse things." He started taking slow steps with every statement. "And you know what I've seen them. What could be worse than knowing that you were only revived to fight and die over and over. What could be worse than knowing you're expendable. What could be worse than having friends who would gladly die for you. What could be worse than having each one of them die forever to save your life. What could be worse than being rejected by even my own kind. What could be worse than to live everyday with the knowledge that you killed your friends." Now he was directly in front of it. His whole being was trembling and glowing faintly, the stone beneath his feet cracked.
-
Completely ignoring the false Ahamkara, Shovaroth lowered his head and turned it to where his right eye was in front of the Guardian. "[i]I vowed to drive your kind to extinction, to avenge those I lost because of your lust for power. But now? I realize death is too good for[/i] you." His voice seethed with hate, and a hint of sorrow. The thoughts of his kind dying one by one by the Guardians were teeming at the back of his mind. "[i]I will let you live, and you can watch just as I did as your people die one by one. Then you will know what it feels like to be truly alone."[/i] He lifted his head away from the Guardian, but he still kept his hate filled glare on it. "[i]I can't bring my kind back. You caused me to be alone for centuries to suffer that. And now I have been given a chance for vengeance. Just know,[/i] Guardian. [i]The coming storm that I bring; it is all because of you."[/i] His form dissipated and he returned his consciousness back into his mind, leaving the Guardian to it's own. He opened his eyes and looked out into the void of space. "You will be avenged. The Light will pay for what they did. They will [i]all[/i] pay."
-
The warlock slipped back into his body and slumped against the wall of his ship. He weakly looked up at the frmale knight and saw worry. He smiled and fell asleep.
-
[spoiler]Here?[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]Yes[/spoiler]
