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The castle was a giant. It looked impenetrable from a distance, then you got close. signs of a struggle still remained. a wall was blasted down. Corpses were by the gate, mostly of the defenders. It was also silent. No dogs barked, no children ran screaming. No sound at all was made. Except for the the sounds of two pairs of soft foot steps.

The two brothers raced through the castle. The floor was littered with bodies after the recent attack. Blood still pooled in the floor making running without slipping nearly impossible. They had already had some close calls with just that. many of the bodies looked like they were beaten to death. there wasn't a cut on them.

One brother, The older, was taller. His hair was brown. It was cut short like that of a professional soldier. He wore no armor but carried a long sword with a shield. He was large and stocky with muscles showing even through his shirt.

The other had Flaming red hair, pulled back into a ponytail. In his left hand was a short sword. in his right a smaller dagger. Multiple knives were slung around his body, and a chain with a small blade was wrapped around his waist like a belt. He was the smaller of the brothers. About the same height, but thinner and lithe. He ran considerably faster than his brother.

They knew there was someone else here.Make that two others. They could sense their battle aura. One had it flowing out of every pore on his body. The other had minimal. They could sense this second one being threatened though.

They reached the main chamber. They saw the two figures on the other side. One male and one female. The male turned around. He was a giant of a man. No shorter than 8 feet tall. His entire body was massive. His arms looked like boulders, and they were nearly as big around as the brothers. This was the one emitting the immense amount of energy.

With out giving a moments hesitation he charged. No weapons, as if he needed them. The brothers were just as quick to respond. The younger one dodged left while the older went straight ahead. The only result was a massive fist in the face. Blood came out of his mouth. He staggered backwards. Then the other brother struck. Expecting this the giant caught the other man in one hand, and threw the smaller man through the air by using his own momentum.

"I kill over a hundred men with my bare hands and all they send is these pipsqueaks to kill me. Your leaders really are fools." The brothers didn't respond. Then the giant felt it, something dripping down his chest, and onto his legs. Across his chest was a large cut. It wasn't deep, no where near fatal. But enough to mess with the giants puny mind.

The brothers just smiled and charged again. This time the younger struck first, now from the right side. The giant tried to lift his right arm to counter, to find it useless. Blood flowed freely from the deep wound on his shoulder. The end of a throwing knife stuck out, and one was missing from younger brothers sheaths.

"Don't you get it now. That first attack wasn't to kill you. Just to distract you." The giant was unsure of who said it. He realized just how much trouble he was in. with only one arm he could only block them one at a time. But by the time he realized this it was too late. Both men were upon him.

He raised his left hand in an attempt to block. It was futile. The older brother thrust his sword into The mans chest. this shot was fatal. The younger hit the man across the throat with his knife. Blood gushed instantly the immediately slowed. It splattered across the older brother's clothes. The Giant grunted and slowly fell to the side. The room shook as he hit the floor.

The brothers sheathed their swords. Without a word the older one punched the younger across the face. He fell backwards.

"What the hell was that for." the younger yelled. The older brother calmly responded "Your final strike was unnecessary, and it cost me this set of clothes. You owe me now."

Before continuing the argument the older brother walked over to the woman. She was in her early twenties. And dressed like royalty. "We are sorry for that. But it was necessary., We were told to come rescue a young woman who was thought be to be captured and waiting here., would you be her"? he asked in his politest voice.

"Yes, I was the princess in this castle. And I believe it is time to be leaving now. So follow me" she walked off. Without looking back.

The younger brother walked over to the older.. "God damn these princesses. I we have to rescue another like this I swear she is getting lost on the way back" The older brother grunted an agreement. and followed the princess. The younger just shook his head and paused for a moment as if thinking about something. Then pursued his brother and this princess.

History Of Tyrion

1000 years ago: the world as humanity knew it, was destroyed. All The technology and knowledge of the past was destroyed. Almost. Today this technology is usually considered holy relics.

500 years ago: kingdoms started to rise. The humans, still at the brink of extinction, made a comeback. But they were not alone. Other creatures, who had once been humans also began to appear. Castles were built to protect themselves.

400 years ago: The mercenary guilds were started. If ever a job was needed done, they were the first to respond. Representatives from each guild were located in each kingdom. Most guilds cannot stand each other and kill on sight if not inside a castle or city.

200 years ago: Relics of ancient histories are discovered. Most are revered as holy objects and worshiped. Some guilds and kingdoms, those who do not believe these objects are holy, shy away from them. Others embrace this technology, usually as weapons.

50 years ago: One guild, The Brothers of Victory, Discover the ultimate weapon, their alchemists find a way to recreate it. and it becomes one of the main weapons in the guild's arsenal, even though there are many who do not trust this weapons power. Unknowing to them, this is the weapon that helped bring an end to the former age of humans, the gun. Even though these recreations are crude, they are effective.

18-25: Years Ago: Veer (the older brother) and Sam (The younger brother) are born. They are trained and taught as brothers, though they actually aren't.

((More coming later today... If i can think that far ahead))

The day of the tournament.

By the time Sam woke up his brother had been awake for hours. It was nearly noon. Only an hour until the first round. Veer had already signed them both up. They were set up in different brackets. The only chance they would have of fighting each other would be in the final round.

"God my head hurts." Sam groaned groggily. "What happened?" Saying that Sam was hungover was a complete understatement.

Veer was still pissed about last night. "Sam Lee, all i have to tell you is that your a dumbass". He couldn't help but think it was slightly comical though.

"This is the worst one in a while. It feels like i got beat over the head with a door." He was actually pretty close. "Looks like I owe you even more now." Sam sighed. The brothers took their leave, leaving a small tip at the inn.

Around 40 men had shown up for the tournament. Some were obviously serious competitors. Armed and armored up to the teeth. They had already been split into different brackets so the only option was to find out who they were against and actually fight.

Of the two brothers Sam was the first on to fight. He had already scoped out his opponent. He seemed fairly normal. He wore a loose shapeless robe with a hood under his face. beyond that there was nothing else he could tell about the opponent.

He had also seen Veer's opponent. Big guy. Even bigger than the man at the castle. He was covered in the biggest armor had had ever seen. It was at least half an inch thick. That would be an interesting match.

Then at last Sam's turn arrived. He was into the ring and had swords drawn in seconds. His opponent gracefully hopped over the wooden fencing into the fighting area. In his hands was something he hadn't seen when observing. A massive axe. The handle was nearly as tall as himself. The blade was just as massive in comparison. His meager swords and knives paled in comparison.

He was then struck by an idea. He dropped the sword in his hand and pulled the belt from around his waist. Its design was perfect for this match. He grabbed the handle in both hands. and pulled. Cord on the inside pulled it into a staff. By merely pushing the handle back in it could instantly become a whip again.

"Match Start. One of the referees yelled. They would stop the match if it got out of hand to prevent a death. Sam decided he would end this immediately. He charged. Full frontal assault. He struck out for the opponent's knee. Just before It struck the axe appeared blocking the the strike. He swung again this time from the head. Again the axe blocked his attempt. His next attack was a series of quick jabs to the torso. All of his attempts were futile.

Veer watched his brother fight. Most of the people here probably saw what was happening. Even the person in the ring. Sam, as much as he though he was doing, just looked pathetic. He was quite clearly hungover. His fighting showed it.

"Now its my turn to attack" Sam's opponent changed the hold on the axe. Before Sam could react the mans robes had been thrown in his face. Sam dodged back instinctively. The tip of the axe still brushed his cheek scratching it. Quickly throwing away the robes Sam finally got a look at the man he was fighting. Only to be surprised.

It wasn't a man at all. The person in front of him was a woman. She looked to be about twenty. Her hair was blond and hung down below her shoulder. The main thing Sam noticed though. Is that she was beautiful. This match had just taken on a whole new level of difficulty.

Sam's mind raced. He couldn't stand fighting women. He would always hold back even if they were stronger. This was one of the few times he wished he could be just like his brother. He would have to fight defensively.

Veer hadn't foreseen this twist. He then realized that his brother was probably about to get his a** kicked. His brother would never be able to fight this woman unless something drastic happen. There was actually only one possible way for him to win. And then Sam would be a danger to everyone around him. Veer hoped Sam wouldn't resort to that.

The woman attacked. Her axe slashed faster now. How anyone could move it that fast was beyond the entire crowd. Sam blocked each strike at the last second. Fighting like this was suicidal.

Sam saw the next strike. The axe was raised high in a swift chop. He raised the rod to block it. The axe never came down upon him. Instead it was rising up to hit him. Sam realized what had happened in this. Instead of the chop. She had turned the axe around and and let it fall behind her so when it came back in front it was in front of her and rising. The blade collided with Sam's thigh. It was a deep cut almost to the bone. The judges were sure to call it over.

Sam began uncontrollably shaking. The cut seamed to be smoking. It was rapidly healing. Black tattoos began to race down Sam's arms and legs. They spread aver his body quickly, enveloping it with tribal designs. after only a few moments The skin showing through the tattoos began to glow red. The spectators could feel the energy growing.

Veer realized he couldn't stop it. It was going to keep spreading. Veer began to leap into the field to stop anyone from getting killed.

Sam had essentially lost control of himself. He wouldn't get control again unless his brother used his "charm". The "charm was a tattoo on the palm of Veer's hand. It would stop this power.

Sam seemed to disappear when he struck. He first swung at the axe. It shattered under the immense blow. The women jumped back in fear. Sam went for a deathblow. There was no control when he was like this. Even a women did not get any quarter like this. Before he hit he felt a hand touch him. It was his brother. The tattoos immediately shrank back, then disappeared altogether.

"Match Over. The Winner is Sam" The judge managed to stutter out. Veer looked around. Sam's energy had been completely drained. He was asleep on the ground. The woman was obviously in shock. Sam would remember nothing.

Veer looked around at the rest of the competition. Most were either passed out or were in various states of consciousness due to the immense pressure. Only one was still standing able to fight. The massive man the Veer himself was due to fight.

The judge was surprised about how quick the tournament had been. in only one fight only two were still able to stand and fight. "Final match begin" The large man charged. His armor clanked at every step. Veer didn't feel like actually fighting now. He would end this in moments. He drew his gun from behind his shield, dropping both that and his sword.

The large man drew closer. Veer quickly aimed and fired. It was a perfect shot in the chest. But the armor wasn't pierced, just severely weakened. Sam slightly readjusted his aim and fired again. This shot hit the helmet the man was wearing. The sudden pressure on his head as the massive dent appeared in the faceplate was too much and the man dropped like a rock.

"Match now over" Veer was declared the winner. He collected the money but couldn't help but thinking about what his master had said all those years ago.

"Veer, You possess a weapon, He is a weapon. Both are just to be used as such".

I know its been a while but more is definitely coming soon for the 3 of you (that's just a guess) that actually read this. I have been working on about a million stories in my head so this one kinda got moved back...not to mention home work (Damn you senior project) and finding a job has been getting in my way. but its a 4 day weekend so more is coming soon.