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 Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 1:13 pm
 The leader's eyes were wide in disbelief at what had just happened. Seriously, he had no idea how he was on the ground. He thought about it for a moment. This kid... he was using a super secret fighting style where he would confuse the ******** out of his enemies with crazy movements that might not even be physically possible until the next thing they knew, they were in trouble! IT WAS A PERFECT METHOD!! Basheekyleaky tossed wildly until he got to his feet, and made sure he had his axe with him. " Are.. are you telling me that I don't stand a chance against you?! I don't care what fighting technique you've studied! Nobody walks into MY town, insults MY names- INCLUDING MY WENCH, SNOOKIE, and then tells ME that I can't defeat some KID!" The bandit leader's forehead began to show veins popping out from his rage. " NO WAY, NO WAY!! JUST DIE, YOU BRAAAT!!" He charged out to meet the boy and swung widely, loosely and recklessly. It passed right over the boy, allowing him to strike toward Basheekyleaky's waist. The bandit leader quickly moved his injured arm to block the blade and made it in time. However, since it had already been injured by that Alice person, the pain was excruciating. It stunned the leader for just a moment- but that was all that was needed for the boy. The blade came up through Basheekyleaky's chin and out of his mouth. As the blade was removed, blood spilled and was coughed everywhere. The leader fell to his knees. " Curse.. you.... Heroes of Justice..." He fell the rest of the way and passed from the world of the living. The rest of the bandits, upon seeing that their leader had been felled, fled the town. They would never return to Thongo Village again.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:01 pm
Ali was dealing with the other lackeys after the leader had run off like a coward. Ali couldn't really blame the guy, though. He wouldn't have lasted very much longer, while fighting Ali. It was in the guy's best interest. And in truth, fighting off several opponents at once was harder than fighting off just the strongest of the bunch. It took skill and endurance, not just brute strength. But Ali had gotten a hit on the leader, so he was satisfied.
The first brigand came and screamed in this hulk-like voice, with a wide swing that would be expected. This one was too easy. Ali took a step back, then countered with a stab to the brigands gut. He then kicked the corpse off, into the oncoming guys. He knew that when fighting multiple people, they weren't just going to circle around and take turns attacking. They would come at their opponent together, with full force. It helped that these goons weren't very intelligent; not that Ali was insanely smart, himself, but he did know how to read, which was a big accomplishment to men of the desert.
The second lackey came along with a third. Ali jumped back, then crouched a little as he rushed passed one of them, slicing the brigand's legs. The oaf fell on his face and dropped his axe as he was knocked out cold. The other guy got distracted by his friend falling on his face and looked away from Ali; a horrible mistake he would not get the chance to make again. The next that thing bandit knew, the black man's blade was piercing right through his gut. When the blade was removed, he fell atop the other one.
By then, the ones who had been hit by the kicked corpse had gotten up and started going after Ali, again. Ali saw them, and ran a couple of paces away to get some distance. As he ran, he saw a hatchet flying passed him, which stuck into a wooden building on the other side of the street. "WHOA! I KNOW you ******** didn't just throw somethin' at me! HELL NAW!" Ali ran to the side a little, then turned around and came at one of them diagonally. He clashed his blade with the one's axe, and was able to knock it right out of the brigand's hand as he slid passed. To follow up, Ali spun with his blade extended and left a huge gash in the bandit's neck. The other brigand had gone to recollect his hand axe from the building. By the time he got it, it was too late for he and his companion. The brigand turned around to see Ali charging at him. He threw the axe as a reflex, missing terribly, and was knocked back into the wall as a blade sank through his stomach, to the other side. The sword was removed and the bandit slid down and keeled over, leaving a smear of blood on the wooden wall.
The black bandit turned around and ran back to the main area of the battle. He saw the kid being confronted by the leader. "s**t!" He knew the kid wouldn't stand a chance, he would need help. Ali set out to make his way over there, but lackeys kept getting in his way. He would fell one and another would be intent on blocking him. "Move it, ********!" Eventually, Ali made a path, but when he got there, he got the surprise of seeing the bandit leader dead. He looked around and saw that the rest of the lackeys were running off, like scared little insects. "....Well s**t."
Later that day, because this needs a major timeskip, Ali and Jaren were standing at the village gates, facing a crows of the citizens. The leader of the village stepped forward, with a big smile. "On behalf of... well, I suppose we'll be changing out village name now, thank goodness, but on behalf of the village, I thank you dearly, Heroes of justice. Thanks to you, we may now live in peace... until the next bandit group takes over. But until then, we will be happy. We are a poor people, but we would like you to be rewarded for your service to us." He motioned over beside him, where a camel was being walked over. "It is fully stocked with food and water, enough to get you wherever you need to go." The reins of the camel were handed to Ali. The bandit looked at the animal, and rose an eyebrow. It wasn't his first time seeing one and he had ridden them before, as he needed to. ...He just hated them, is all. They spit. At him. A lot. But, it was better than going by foot. This way, they would save a lot of time. The entire morning was gone, now. They could reach three fourths of the distance before nightfall. That was good enough for Ali. He took the reigns with a smirk. He didn't care what they called him, if he was getting such perks for free.
He then mounted the camel, and waited for Jaren to get on, too. After a couple minutes, Ali growled lowly, then picked up Jaren by his shirt and pulled onto the camel, behind him. Ali flicked the reins and the camel took off. The villagers waved from the gate until they could no longer be seen.
Another timeskip later, and the two had stopped for the night. The camel was laying down, already asleep. It had been a long day.. again. Ali got a fire going to stay warm in the chilling desert night. He laid beside it with his hands behind his head ad looked up at the stars. He glanced over at Jaren, who was most likely being an idiot. "So kid... I've been wondering. The hell's your story?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:24 pm
Jaren removed his sword from the bandit with a tug of course the brought out more blood.
"Curse.. you.... Heroes of Justice..."
"Thats Heros of Justice to you!" and Jaren turned away from the body.
~A timeskip later~
"Uhh Ali... Camals aren't horses are they? ... I-I don't like horses" He managed to choak out before Ali hoisted him up onto its back behind him. jaren looked down and gulped, he really hoped camals wern't a really weird kind of horse. It didn't matter anyway, for Jaren's thoughts were on something else, the villige no longer had a name! It needed a name or how would people know where they were!
As the Camal trotted out the gates Jaren twisted back in his seat.
"I JAREN THE HERO OF JUSTICE CHRISTEN YOU! ....... JARENLAND!"
..... and so the pair left the best village on the continant... Jarenland.
~Timeskip #2~
Later on by the fire Jaren was digging a hole, why was Jaren digging a hole in the sand? Why else? To look for tresure of course!
And of course it was fruitless so Ali's question came as a welcome distraction from his search, and so he stood up, put his hands behind his back and began pacing.
"Well Ali, you see, once upon a time, a little baby was born in Jehanna, he was the middle child, and that baby's name was... Jaren Degriess! And here I am today." Jaren smiled at Ali, "How about you Ali? Whats your story? I'm not as interessting as you anyway."
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 5:10 pm
Ali's eyelids dropped a little along with his brows at the cop out answer. "Fine, give me a bull s**t answer..." he grumbled lowly to himself. The only thing Ali got out of the question was that the kid was born in a place called Jehanna, wherever that was.
When the topic changed with Jaren asking the same to him, Ali looked away. He spoke lowly, yet again. "About me, huh...?"
A crying dark-skinned baby laid in a makeshift crib. In front of him, a black Mordachean man stood next to a tan Sentrian woman. They held each others hands and smiled. To the surprise of the parents, the baby spoke his first word. "Muthah.. ********...!" The parents nearly fainted.
A small dark-skinned child ran down the street of a poor Sentrian village. The parents were gone, he had nowhere to return to. The streets were his home. He carried a load of bread in his hand, while an angry baker chased after him. A quick turn of a corner and the baker lost the boy. However, as the boy continued to run, he ran into a large man. It turned out to a couple members from a bandit group. The men looked down on the boy and laughed. They used the boy as their punching bag. They reminded him of his place... and made the mistake of telling him that he would never be better than them.
A strong dark-skinned man walked down the hall of a bandit fort. The brigands held him in high regard. He had power and strength in the group. Calamity suddenly erupted within the fort. Bandits were being killed left and right and the killer couldn't be determined. The man ran to find the source of the threat and saw a dark-skinned woman with dreadlocks. He engaged her in combat, but she proved to be a lot more of a threat than he had thought. she managed to get away from him and he pursued. The trail of dead bandits was the only thing that showed where the woman had gone. When he found her, she held a large hammer from their own storage. She swung at a stone pillar and caused it to break. It was a necessary support beam. Before the man had time to react, the woman destroyed several more pillars and the fort began to collapse. The woman made for the exit, and the man followed. Outside, the leader of the bandits was waiting. The woman and the leader began to fight, before the man arrived. Before he could help his leader, the man was caught under rubble of the crumbling fortress. He was hit on the head. The light vanished.
A defeated dark-skinned man pulled himself out of the rubble, hours later. The corpse of the dead leader lay in the sand several yards away. The man looked around and saw that the woman was gone. He also saw that everyone was dead. The man shouted angrily into the sky. He had no more home, once more.
Ali looked back at the boy and frowned more. "Aint nothin' tah say..." Ali rolled around away from Jaren. "Go tah bed. We're leavin' at sunrise."
The night passed and turned into morning. The first crack of light on Ali's face made his face cringe as he opened his eyes slowly to see the sun on its way upward. He sat up himself and stretched. Looking over, he saw that the kid was still sleeping. That was fine, Ali had to get everything ready. The kid would probably get in his way. He would let Jaren sleep a little longer.
The camel gave out what sounded like a grown as Ali made it get up on its feet. He pulled out some food to nibble on and fastened the canteen to his waist, where his sword already was. It took less time than thought to be ready. It was time to go... which meant it was time to wake up the kid. Ali slowly walked over to the the kids side and knelt down. He grinned, then took a deep breath. "BANDIIIIIIIITTTSSS!!"
Revenge- it was sweet.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 9:25 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME! "BANDIIIIIIIITTTSSS!!" Jaren was jerked out of a dreamless sleep quickly, and he was up in a heartbeat, both of his hands shot out and gripped Ali's coat on either side with both hands, he pulled Ali down towards and overtop of him. Jaren rolled forcing Ali to come with him, in a heartbeat Jaren was on top of Ali with his arms pinning the other mans down, his legs spread over Ali's waist and his face uncomfortably close. Dull eyes looked down on the bandit for a moment, eyes with no passion in them, eyes that held no love, eyes that spoke only of survival.
At any cost.
And then Jaren snored loudly.
~ a few seconds later ~
With both of the men up now and Jaren suffering any repercussions from his apparent sleep-attacking, they were ready to set out. It hadn't taken long for Jaren to gather his things, a bit of jerky for breakfast and a sip of the ole canteen and he was ready to go.
"So Ali?" he spat out around the bit of meat in his mouth "Are we going to that capitol place? Whats there? Wimmen? Gold? Evil to just waiting to be stamped out by the Heroes of Justice?" the jerky was abnormally tough, and Jaren couldn't seem to rip a piece of it off with his teeth, both of his hands went up to grip it and he tugged, flinging his head back at the same time.
Causing him to overbalance, trip over the remains of last nights campfire and fall backward's onto one of the packs that had to be loaded onto the camel. "Ooff" he gusted as he landed.We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 1:35 pm
Ali's shout stopped and he smiled, expecting to see the boy freak out as he had. However, that did not happen. Arms shot up and grabbed Ali's coat and the bandit flinched. "What the-" was all he could get out before he was pulled over until he was laying on his back. Ali tried to move his arms but found that the kid had pinned them down. He looked up and saw an expression he had never seen before, from the kid. The eyes that looked down on him were like daggers, it was as if no soul was present. It was the look of a killer.
And then the snore broke Ali's focus. His wide eyes narrowed to indicate that he was not amused. The kid was still asleep! The black bandit growled, then jerked one of his legs and rammed it between Jaren's legs. It was easier to do that, since they were spread apart. "GET THE ******** OFF A ME!!" With the induced pain that had to have come from the kick, the boy's grip loosened and allowed Ali knock him off. The bandit got up and brushed the sand off of his coat. "********' sleep tacklin' white boy..." Ali scowled then turned away to face the camel. He looked back at jaren out of the corner of his eye. The look the kid had given made it hard to believe that he really was just sleeping. But another look at his idiocy made him shrug off the thought. There were more important things to do.
Ali walked over and mounted the camel then waited for the kid to finish getting ready. Naturally, he was asking all kinds of questions and the compiled number of them was getting more and more annoying. "Yes, we're goin' to the- I don't know, I've never- May- Would you- SHUT THE ******** UP!" A vein popped on his forehead. "Just get yo a** on this camel, and you'll find out!!" He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. When Jaren made it over, Ali grabbed him and pulled him up to sit in back. He then flicked the reigns and the camel was off.
The ride was long, hot, and annoying. The destination was a good ways away, the sun got higher and higher as time went on, and of course, Jaren was there. Stupid questions flew left and right and requests for bathroom breaks seemed to come every half hour- seriously, the kid must have the smallest bladder ever. But the whole way, Ali endured it. He had his map, he knew where he was going. They would arrive a couple of hours passed midday at the pace they took. Though, by the time they got there, Ali would probably need to get false teeth from all the grinding he was doing.
Eventually, they did make it. Nothing dangerous had crossed their path the rest of the way there, thankfully. They had finally arrived. Ali's eyes widened and his grin grew the closer they got. As they entered the city, they were soon surrounded by ruins of a once great capital. Collapsed brick walls were the first structures to meet them. Soon, brick rubble from other buildings followed. An eerie presence came upon the duo, as if they were entering a graveyard- and they essentially were. Bones were scattered all about the rubble. One could only guess at how old they were. The structures that were still more of less standing had intricate carvings in the brick. Some structures were still able to show off at least part of their curved roof.
In the distance, it could be seen that the castle was mostly in tact. It's architecture was a sight to behold. Spires with domed tops surrounded it, and the glistening from the sun made it look like actual gold had been used in the construction of the huge domed roof of the main castle itself. It was clearly old and worn from the lack of up-keeping, but still magnificent. As Ali saw all of this for the first time, it was amazing at how much... he didn't care. He recognized the wonder of his surroundings, but all he saw was his opportunity. He was so very close to getting it.
"Welcome to what's left of Ardinia, kid." Ali said, as the camel led them down the main street towards the castle. "This is where our fate will be decided."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 2:20 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME! Jaren shifted uncomfortably in his seat as they entered the city, he had to pee again he opened his mouth to request yet another pit stop when he finally looked around with wonder at the sights. It seemed like everywhere he turned his head there was something interesting to stare at, towers, carvings, shining golden roofs.
His mouth dropped open in awe as they rode on through the city, "What do you mean... our fate? Ali? what happened here? Why is it... this is..." For once Jaren was rendered speechless, as his eyes took in the surroundings he was brought back to a memory.
The hall was filled with a rich scent as a large man with green hair sat atop a throne, from the bottom of his stomach to the top his his neck the shirtless bandit was a network of scar and muscle. By the throne sat a huge battle axe as scarred as the man who wielded it.
"This is our new home, this city is mine. Kalen, Jaren, Harden. Let this show you boys that nothing lasts forever!"
"Yes father." Two voices echoed obediently as the third remained silent.
It hadn't been long after that moment in the castle hall that Kale had died.
The memory of a city castle that had long since been left behind floated away into nothing as the rode through the city.
The sound of silence echoed from every direction, and weighed heavily on the riders.We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 3:01 pm
The bandit raised a brow, as he turned to look at Jaren. "The hell do you think happened here, kid? A wave of bandits invaded the country. They wiped out Sentria's armies along with the royal family. Legend says that the leader of the bandits back then was some devilish man in some kinda mask. Supposedly, the mask is what gave him power, and eventually people found out. He had to flee for his life, but eventually got killed, though the mask was lost to the world. Dunno how much of that legend is true, but I also don't give a damn. But that's why the desert is so full of bandits." Ali turned back to face forward. "And that life is really the only way to make anything of yaself, in this country anymore... even if y'are a true-born Sentrian, like me. Ya learn to do what ya haveta do... and if ya don't, ya suffer. I'll never understand the remaining Sentrians who live on in their villages, gettin' raided at a moment's notice, losin' their women, and then refuse to take up the better life." He furrowed his brows. "They're just a buncha idiots."
The two of them kept going down the street in an awkward silence. Ali glanced about, half expecting to see something. As a sound that didn't come from the camel penetrated the air, Ali halted the creature and sat up. He shushed the boy, in case he decided to speak. Ali looked around on both sides of the street, looking and listening for something. He moved his hand over to the sheath around his waist, so that he could pull out his sword at a moment's notice. A sudden crumble of brick alerted Ali that somebody or something was hiding in the ruins. "Who's there!? Show yaself!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:23 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxxChuckling began to faintly dance around the two fools who entered the capital grounds. Bandits emerged from behind chunks of building and other ruins wielding axes and knives. They had wanted to catch the travelers off guard and jump them. But they had been discovered. A blow to their ego maybe, but they would still be able to have some fun. It wasn't everyday that prey wandered so willingly into the nest.
"Aw, looks like the trap didn't work." a seductive voice came from above. "I knew I shouldn't have expected anything of these buffoons." On top of a partially destroyed building, Jezebel leaned casually against its remaining roof with one leg over top the other. She chuckled aloud as she sat up, picking up her poleaxe. She hopped down to a lower level and gracefully hopped down again, until she made it to the ground. She crouched as she landed, then slowly stood back up straight. A smile welcomed the camel riders, followed by a wink. "My, my, what have we here? A delivery maybe? Is that boy to become a slave? Or maybe you just got lost... either way, I don't really see how you're getting out of here."
Jezebel glanced behind the camel and saw that the rest of the bandits had managed to surround it. She really was amazed that such an unlikely pair had just wandered into the grounds of the biggest bandit group in Sentria. How stupid could anyone get? The two of them could have some interesting loot. The camel looked like it was stocked with food and water, which was always handy. Plus, nothing much ever happened at the base. Bandits had to have fun, somehow. "If you give up, I promise not to be rough... much."
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 9:49 pm
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME! "Hey Ali... if everyone tried to make a living like that... there wouldn't be anymore bandits... maybe you should..." Jaren trailed off as Ali started seeming to look more... distant.
The silence turned from oppressive to awkward, as nothing but the camel's clip-clopping trots seemed much to loud, and then the noise stopped as the camel did.
"Why--?" Ali shushed him and looked off into the ruins, because even Jaren could tell Ali was searching for someone that was hidden, since Ali had that direction covered Jaren looked in the opposite direction that his companion was looking. A habit he'd picked up when travelling with Derrin, by looking the opposite direction of the black bandit he could make sure that nobody would be... able.... to... surround them.... well crap.
A sexy voice from above caused The Hero of Justice's head to quickly snap in the direction of it, his jaw dropped. It was... it was, "Holy s**t Ali! It's a girl! And a damn fine one to boot! Hot Dog we're in business!" It was like love at first sight, those legs, that hair, the exposed navel! "Sweetheart you can be as rough as you like!" Jaren finished his sentence off with a wink.
Nobody said anything, and slowly it dawned on him, "... Hey,.... you're going to try and kill us now aren't you?" A hand flew to his forehead "Why? Why do all the good looking ones try to kill me, put me in jail, or make me a slave! This happens every time! Every, dang time!"
FOR HIS NEXT TRICK JAREN WILL ADD TWO PLUS TWO! BE AMAZED AS HE GETS 17!We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 2:21 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxx Some of the brigands began to cackle at the reaction of the green-haired kid. But they quickly stopped, remembering that he was talking about Jezebel. Maybe it was fear that drove them back to silence.
The female berserker's eye twitched. "Excuse me...?" She stood still, glaring at two camel riders. Her rage festered with each growing second. That boy had hit on her. He hit on her!
The pathetic brat made pointless comments. Did he think he was funny??! It was too late for him. He had said the wrong thing. He may have had the chance to live on as a slave, but now Jezebel was going to end him. "You insignificant piece of male TRASH!" she bellowed, as she gripped the poleaxe with both hands. For some reason, she then began to laugh loudly. "You want rough?! Oh, I'll show you rough! Get them! Kill them both! Chop their limbs, slice their faces! Add them to the decor of this Capital graveyard!!"
The brigands roared and charged at the camel from all sides. In total, there was ten of them, Jezebel included.
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 3:22 pm
Great, now she wasn't just going to kill him, she was going to kill him messily. Jaren didn't even know why she was so pissed!it was probably the camels fault. You couldn't pick up chicks on a camel... well maybe if it had spinners, camel or not though, he thought he was being smooth and clever! She should have fallen inot his arms with a contented sigh! I mean it wasn't like he'd shouted "NICE RACK!" oh, wait....s**t, That was supposed to be an inside thought. Looks like his little fantasy had been distracting him. At least he hadn't added a "sweetcheeks" on the end of that... so maybe there was still hope?
Damn, Ali wasn't going to be pleased, now those pesky bandits were swarming them. With no other option (or at least enough of a character limit to do anything) Jaren drew his sword and cut down at the first bandit to come within reach.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 1:11 pm
s**t had gotten serious fast. Bandits came out of their hiding places and Ali knew that there was going to be trouble if he didn't so something. He hadn't expected to just walk inside the fort and talk to the leader, but he had hoped to at least get to the front door before he ran into anybody.
The sight of a woman was surprising to Ali, too. He had never seen a woman bandit- and this one was leading other bandits, no less! Women in Sentria that were associated with bandits were slaves, concubines, or both. This woman was unique, somehow, seeing as the men obeyed her as opposed to raping her. But while it was a surprise to see such a woman, at least Ali knew to keep quiet, unlike Jaren. "Shut it, stupid!" he hissed, quietly. "This aint a good thing!"
But of course, Jaren didn't listen to him. Ali was about to explain why he was there, when the idiot shouted one of the worst things he could have yelled. He may have just as well said 'Come kill me, please!'. Ali widened his eyes and remained quiet, having no clue what he should say or do after what the kid had just said.
When Ali saw the woman's face full of anger, he glanced back to Jaren. "What is the ******** is wrong with you?!" He turned back when he heard the woman speak. Just her tone of voice made it obvious how mad she was. "s**t..."
Jaren spoke again, and it did not help anything. "Would you shut the ******** up?! ...That doesn't even make sense!" Ali jumped as the woman began to shout. Bandits from all around were coming at them. "Damn it, boy!! Get out your sword!"
As the bandits came towards them, the camel reared up, knocking Jaren and Ali off. Ali rolled quickly and avoided an axe, then got up quickly, drawing his sword in the process. "Wait a minute, I just-!" He was cut off short as he was forced to block another axe. Ali kicked the bandit back into the other. The camel had made the bandits in front stop, not wanting to be kicked in the head. Anything that preoccupied some of the bandits so that not all were going after two people was helpful. Three stopped at the camel, Ali had kicked one bandit back into another. That was half of the bandits right there. "********, would you just listen to me?!"
Apparently they wouldn't, since two of the ones in front got passed the camel and charged at the black bandit. He dodged the first wide swing and cut the underside of the bandit's arm, then blocked the other axe with his sword. He stepped back and let the force behind the axe swing it down to the ground, then stomped on the bandit's hand, pinning it down. He followed up, by thrusting the sword down into the bandit's wrist, making him unable to hold the axe. He finished by raising up his foot and kicking the bandit back, before jumping back to get some distance. By then, the bandits he had kicked back should have recovered and were probably coming at him. Ali held out his sword and prepared for them.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 3:38 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxx The two bandits that the black man knocked down got up as quickly as they could, but it wasn't fast enough to stop one of their opponents from offing two allies. They both charged at the black man at once, but were suddenly stopped.
"Back off, you two!!" the fierce voice of a woman called out. Jezebel was one of the three that had been blocked by the camel and came around to lay eyes on her enemy. She swayed her hips as she walked passed the two brigands who had stopped their charge. "This one's mine. You two just make sure he doesn't run away." Jezebel chuckled seductively, then suddenly lifted her poleaxe and leaped towards the man as she let loose a raging battle cry. Once her axe hit whatever it would, she would follow through with a diagonal slash.
Over by the wtf kid, the bandits charged him from all around. One of the five bandits attacking the boy died by sheer mention of a downward cut, because I'm trying to not make it impossible for Jaren to survive this, so shut up. His lack of action made it practically effortless to grab and hold him.. If the bandits could help it, they wouldn't kill him. They could never have enough slaves. The sword was knocked from the kid's hands when he was grabbed, so he couldn't pull any lethal swordsman moves to get out of the hold.
One of the remaining four bandits by Jaren smiled all nastily and junk, showing his rotten teeth and s**t, then punched Jaren in the stomach. They didn't expect much from the kid at all. But the bandit who had just punched Jaren was in kicking range, and the bandit holding him wasn't exactly crossing his legs.
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 6:19 am
Super Awesome Swordsman;
Jaren Degriess!
I'm the HERO of JUSTICE LOVE ME! "Whoa!" Jaren exclaimed as the camel reared back unexpectedly bucking it`s two companions off, falling backwards Jaren fumped onto the ground and hit his head off of a rock. Dazed the myrmidon lay there as senseless thoughts best left unmentioned ran through his head, he was hauled to his feet by a pair of bandits who wasted no time in securing his arms. The Sword That Champions Justice was knocked from his hands and slid along the ground away from him.
"H-hey guys, hows it going? C-couldn't we you know... sit down and maybe I could convince you to stop being evil?" One of the bandits grinned at this and for a moment Jaren felt hope, like a punch in the stomach it was forced out of him along with his air.
"Ha-ck! Hurrrg." He exclaimed as he tried to draw breath, the bandit wasted no time before throwing a second punch this one catching Jaren on the chin, his head whipped to the side and his legs lifted off the ground from the force. One of the legs flew up into his assailants... tender areas."@!##$!" The bandit exclaimed as he fell to the ground clutching his testicles. "You'll pay for that!" The other bandit not holding Jaren's arms said as he approached the still held Hero of Justice.
"W-wait it was an accident! I swear- Uf!" Jaren was getting his a** kicked here, he had just taken another punch to the face and he didn't know how many more he could take, rearing his fist back again the third shot to his cheek caused the two holding his arms to let go and for Jaren to sprawl on the ground."Ha, lookit the little mrymidon boy! Maybe he wants his uhhh... mamma!" Nobody ever blamed bandits for being able to think up witty insults on the spot, and this one walked up to Jaren, who was on his hands and knees now and trying to clear his head... or at least bring it back to the level of clarity Jaren normally enjoyed, and placed a foot on his a** and then pushed.
The myrmidon fell forwards again pushed by the foot, "Whatsa matter kid? Can't get up?" "I can get up just fine!" With startling speed Jaren crawled the remaining distance between him and his sword which no longer was that far as the bandits had been working him over to it without realising it, gripping the hilt now Jaren stood up and began shouting.
"HA! Now that the Sword That Champions Justice is back in The Hero of Justices hands you rotten," he interrupted himself in order to spit, his head hurt now and a bruise was already forming on his cheek. It matched the bleeding lip though so everything was still okay. "You rotten bandits! What now? I have a sword!" He continued yelling.
Confused the bandits raised their axes in order to remind Jaren that they were armed as well.
"..... Dammit"We all have our secrets, we all wear a mask. A persona if you will, to cover our real selves, our shadows, the face that we could not show to society and still appear sane. Not even we know our true nature.
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