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Authors: C.J. Haines
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serrated on the back of the blade, and sharp as a razor on the front end. The warlord signaled with his sword, standing atop of the hill, letting out a loud and clear war cry. “Elush!!! Elush!!! Elush!!!”
The dune, which the warlord stood atop, burst with clouds of sand as his warriors, who had laid in hiding, revealed themselves for a sneak attack upon the enemy. Daimana was cut off guard as enemy warriors burst from the sands before her, and drew weapons against her. Kaimana and Hoosun saw her amongst the sand and armed warriors, their attention gripped by the war cry and bursting sand clouds.
Kaimana felt fear grip his heart, tightly, as his daughter was surrounded by enemy warriors, as all were well-armed for the killing.
As Hoosun took to flight, Kaimana dashed like never before. Like lightning across the sand he ran, yelling out like thunder as he charged for the enemy’s side.
Druskele saw Kaimana heading a lone charge for his warriors and grinned behind his half-mask. This was going to be entertaining.
Daimana held her blade at the ready to fight as she saw her father leap, causing a spurting cloud of dust beneath his feet as he leapt. Crashing into several Elushu warriors, Kaimana emerged from the pile of armored bodies and went into a dance of death, dealing a killing blow with his great sword to all who stood to threaten his daughter.
The enemy rushed down the hill at the brave figure as he stood taking each charging enemy down, each falling with one single stroke of his blade as his back was to his daughter, as she rushed to him, keeping to his back for protection.
The enemy feared the amazing fighter, and many of them ran around him to attack the encirclement of Dawn Bringers who were soon aware of the advancing attack.
Druskele watched, amused at the sight of blood trickled sand and dead bodies that surrounded the fearless warrior. This was not the first time he had seen Kaimana in battle. The two were long time nemesis, and had come against each other in battle before. After all, Druskele had the scars to remember.
Kaimana called back to his daughter, his armor covered in enemy blood. “Daimana, I’m going to try and fall back, and regroup with the others. I can only hold this up for so much longer…hold onto my back.” Daimana held onto her father, approving of his sound battle logic.
Hoosun flew, above, looking for an opportunity to grab Daimana, but the battlefield was too crowded for him to do so. Druskele saw the owl again, and started his way down the dune side. Picking up an iron spear from one of his fallen warriors, he looked up at the circling owl, grinning evilly beneath his half-mask. The owl would never fly again.
The warlord shot the spear from his grip with great velocity. Having released the shaft, he watched as it pinned its target dead on, a target that had never seen it coming.
Hoosun never did see it coming. He plummeted to the ground below, and fell right in front of the charging mess of Elushu, right in front of Kaimana. The warrior’s eyes were aflame with fury as he saw his friend lying before him, in a heap of pain, but Hoosun was not dead.
The owl tried to prop his body up, and grunted heavily in severe pain, due to the iron spear shaft that was set into his shoulder. Kaimana, taking over the situation, left the hold of his daughter, and leapt over the wounded body of his friend, dealing a deadly slash to the face of an oncoming enemy as he downed them with one blow.
Druskele gritted his teeth. He could see that the bird was not dead, as it lay struggling on the dune below. But it was of no
The dune, which the warlord stood atop, burst with clouds of sand as his warriors, who had laid in hiding, revealed themselves for a sneak attack upon the enemy. Daimana was cut off guard as enemy warriors burst from the sands before her, and drew weapons against her. Kaimana and Hoosun saw her amongst the sand and armed warriors, their attention gripped by the war cry and bursting sand clouds.
Kaimana felt fear grip his heart, tightly, as his daughter was surrounded by enemy warriors, as all were well-armed for the killing.
As Hoosun took to flight, Kaimana dashed like never before. Like lightning across the sand he ran, yelling out like thunder as he charged for the enemy’s side.
Druskele saw Kaimana heading a lone charge for his warriors and grinned behind his half-mask. This was going to be entertaining.
Daimana held her blade at the ready to fight as she saw her father leap, causing a spurting cloud of dust beneath his feet as he leapt. Crashing into several Elushu warriors, Kaimana emerged from the pile of armored bodies and went into a dance of death, dealing a killing blow with his great sword to all who stood to threaten his daughter.
The enemy rushed down the hill at the brave figure as he stood taking each charging enemy down, each falling with one single stroke of his blade as his back was to his daughter, as she rushed to him, keeping to his back for protection.
The enemy feared the amazing fighter, and many of them ran around him to attack the encirclement of Dawn Bringers who were soon aware of the advancing attack.
Druskele watched, amused at the sight of blood trickled sand and dead bodies that surrounded the fearless warrior. This was not the first time he had seen Kaimana in battle. The two were long time nemesis, and had come against each other in battle before. After all, Druskele had the scars to remember.
Kaimana called back to his daughter, his armor covered in enemy blood. “Daimana, I’m going to try and fall back, and regroup with the others. I can only hold this up for so much longer…hold onto my back.” Daimana held onto her father, approving of his sound battle logic.
Hoosun flew, above, looking for an opportunity to grab Daimana, but the battlefield was too crowded for him to do so. Druskele saw the owl again, and started his way down the dune side. Picking up an iron spear from one of his fallen warriors, he looked up at the circling owl, grinning evilly beneath his half-mask. The owl would never fly again.
The warlord shot the spear from his grip with great velocity. Having released the shaft, he watched as it pinned its target dead on, a target that had never seen it coming.
Hoosun never did see it coming. He plummeted to the ground below, and fell right in front of the charging mess of Elushu, right in front of Kaimana. The warrior’s eyes were aflame with fury as he saw his friend lying before him, in a heap of pain, but Hoosun was not dead.
The owl tried to prop his body up, and grunted heavily in severe pain, due to the iron spear shaft that was set into his shoulder. Kaimana, taking over the situation, left the hold of his daughter, and leapt over the wounded body of his friend, dealing a deadly slash to the face of an oncoming enemy as he downed them with one blow.
Druskele gritted his teeth. He could see that the bird was not dead, as it lay struggling on the dune below. But it was of no