Post by rakzuel on Sept 2, 2008 18:10:14 GMT -5
THWACK!
The arrow struck true and Amkor grunted in pain, his shoulder awash with a sense of burning pain. He reached his hand up and ripped the arrow from his shoulder, his pace never slowing. He knew if he stopped even for a moment that it would be the end of him, and so he did what he must, he ran. For how long he ran he was unsure, the squad of Blood Elves was close on him and he knew they sought his blood. He knew not how his mission had gone so horribly wrong, only that it had.
He ran on, his hooves scraping hard on the sharp rocks, he knew he could not last, not in this form.
Another arrow flies past, close enough for the fletching to brush his cheek, a cool wind on the sweat and perspiration, and though it was nothing but a fleeting touch, Amkor was glad for it. "I'll take anything at this point" he mused.
He ran on, but his mind was fast a work to another task, his only chance.
"Ancestors of this wild land, hear my call!" he roared into the night sky. From behind him he heard the call of the Blood Elf squadron, but there speech was like the call of the Razorwinds of Thousand Needles, beautiful, but indecipherable.
At that moment, deep within his spirit he felt the call. The song of grass bending gently in the winds of Mulgore, the gently lapping of water on the canals of Stormwind, the fury of the orchish hordes drums beating fire into his blood. He envisioned his inner form and felt it, the spirit of power within him.
Body aglow Amkor felt his body become less solid, more fluid, shifting into the Spirit Wolf within.
"Ha ha!" Amkor bellowed. "I am saved!"
THWACK!
The second arrow hit him in the groove of his knee and sent him crashing to the ground. His concentration broken, he fell to the ground, his face torn upon the rocks. He knew this was the end of him, his concentration was broken, and he could not force his body to stand.
He lay there for a time, realistically it could not have been more than seconds, but to Amkor the years that passed were only told by the rapid and irregular rise and fall of his chest, and the fury of his heart straining his ribs with each measured beat.
Then before he even knew they were upon him he felt there feet, brutally assaulting his body. He knew not where to throw his arms and defend his body, there were simply to many to fight, so he lay there, wondering if they would kill him swiftly, or if they would linger over his teetering life, enjoying every last ragging breath.
"Kala Shok daren!"
The assault stopped instantly, and the squadron formed a ring around him, parting only for there commander.
"You has geven quite the run Draenei scuum" the commander spat out in broken common. "It shall be my pleasure to end your sufferings." He face contorted into a snear and he drew his wicked shaped dagger. "I vill try to make this .... how is it said .. unpleasant"
Amkor forced his tired body to his knees. He knew his chances were slim, and that his life was soon to draw to an end. He did not wish to die, there was far to much he had not done.
It was then he felt the breeze gently kiss his cheek once more, and his spirit fled its mortal shell.
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"Gah!" Amkor bolted up, his head slamming into the lantern that hung over him, and he swore profusely in Draenic, constantly rubbing his head.
He looked around, assessing his surroundings. He knew this place, this was his tent, but why was he here. His body suddenly rose of his own accord and walked over to a basin of cool Nagrand water. He lowered his hands, cupping a small amount of the waters and splashed it into his face, helping to awaken himself.
"Where am I?" Amkor wondered.
"Hey 'Kor, you aight in there?" yelled a voice from outside.
"Yea, fine" Amkor replied, yet he had not said the words, and yet, they were in his voice.
Another younger Draenei walked into the room, his face slightly concerned. "I heard ya yelpin, whats wrong cupcake, have a bad dream?" The Draenei grinned wickedly.
"Bah, go and fuck yerself Botahn" Amkor grumbled.
"Ha, only if it was you lover"
Amkor reached down and grabbed a book and threw it at Botahn grumbling.
Botahn reached out and easily swatted the book aside. "My, aren't we in a fine humor this morning?" Botahn reached into his side pouch and grabbed two cigarettes. He lit them both and handed one out to Amkor, who took it happily.
"Fine enough I 'spose" Amkor took the cigarette and took a long drag on it."
"What is going on?" Amkor thought. I remember this day ... but why? Why cant I control my body, why am I here? He did not understand, but from what he could tell he was reliving this day in his mind.
"Well throw on yer gear and get outside, Gilliam is looking for ya and you seem to have overslept." Botahn stepped from the tent and Amkor was left there alone.
"Why the fuck am I here!?"
Amkor quickly moved about the room gathering his gear, and stepped out from his tent to the shining sun of Nagrand.
"AMKOR!" yelled a familiar voice, Amkor remember how he groaned inwardly, and sure enough he heard in the reaches of his mind a solid "Ugh".
"Sir?" Amkor replied.
"Get yer ass over here, yer late! Do you expect me to plan this entire fucking raid while you lay in bed all day? I don't have time for you and your beauty rest so MOVE IT!"
Amkor moved in double time to the largest tent in the complex. It was near his own, and he was there in seconds, still attaching his gear as he went. By the time he reached the tent he was buckling on his final straps on his bracers.
"Took yer sweet time as always" mumbled Gilliam.
Gilliam was by far the toughest Draenei Amkor could of imagined. Any skin you could see was covered in scars, and he held himself in a demeanor as proud as any human general.
"Sorry sir, couldn't help but be tired, yer mother kept me 'wake all night" Amkor grinned and shrugged of the scowl given to him by Gilliam.
"Yea yea, just get over here."
Amkor looked down at the map, and once again his mind faded to dark.
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The screams were always the worst part.
Amkor looked around, and he was in the middle of a compound, flames licking his sides. His body shot up, and he was running about, his sharpened claws clicking hard and his bracers. He knew this place, this was a simple raid on a tiny compound, in and out, nothing to it. What they hadn't counted on was the presence of the mounted Aldorian guard patrolling in the region.
Still, he knew that this would all turn out for the best ... or so he thought.
He stepped out from behind the building and was met face to face with an Exarch of the Draenei guard. Without a second thought Amkor plunged his razor sharp claws into this mans chest. The guard, caught completely off his guard, fell to the ground, dead before his face touched the dirt.
Inwardly, Amkor grinned, he savored every kill he got, and he he knew his body was feeling the swell of blood lust that carried him onward and into the heart of battle. His blood lust and fury had earned him the rank of second in command of this bandit camp, and he knew he deserved it, even more.
Amkor turned, his claws dripping with blood, looking for another kill, and all faded to black.
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"You killed a fucking EXARCH AMKOR THAT'S WHATS WRONG!" yelled Gilliam. his face mere inches from Amkor own.
"He was just a target, he got in my way, so I killed him, just like anybody else." Amkor spoke up in his defense.
"Sure, easy to say now, but what the hell are we going to do tonight when the entire Shattrath guard descends on our position you ass!" Gilliam roared.
"'Spose I will have to kill them too." Amkor mused.
"You just don't get it do you Amkor, you never stop to THINK!"
"Thinking is a waste of my time" Amkor rebutted "I don't have time to stop and ask every person I plan to kill what there affiliation is to the Exarchs or the Aldor, I just do my job!"
"And that's going to get us all killed you ass!" Gilliam roared. "I have half a mind to kill you on the spot and give you to the guards as appeasement!"
"Try me!" Amkor snarled.
Gilliam leveled a dark glare at Amkor "What was that"
"I am sick of the way you treat me, I am this camps best and brightest, and you know it! Quite holding me back your piece of shit!"
Gilliam opened his mouth to retort but Amkor roared out the one thing Gilliam desired to hear most.
"I challenge you to leadership of the camp!"
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Gilliams fist slammed into Amkor's bruised right eye with a solid crunch.
Amkor went down to the ground, but was on his feet again in seconds, he knew he had little chance of winning this fight, and he wised his anger had not brought him to this point.
The ring of onlookers cheered Gilliam on, and blow after blow of his landed directly into Amkor.
Amkor raised his guard and blocked a strong left hook aimed at him by Gilliam, and responded with a crushing uppercut to Gilliiam's ribs, knocking the breath from him.
Amkor saw his chance and lunged in.
Blow after blow landed in on Gilliam, and Amkor knew he was getting his second wind. He hammered on and on, feeling his victory closer and closer into his grasp.
Suddenly on his back Amkor was momentarily dazed, he had not seen Gilliam swing his leg under him, kicking Amkor off his feet. He cocked back his leg and slammed it with all his might at Amkor face, knocking several of his teeth out with the force. Amkor lay there on the ground bleeding, and Gilliam loomed over him, catching his breath.
"Good fight runt, but there is a reason I am in charge, and not you."
Amkor lept back to his feet kicking Gilliam in the chest as he went, and the fight ensued, the crowd going wild. The only noise louder than the two Draenei slamming there fists into one anthers body was the sound of the gold changing hand.
After several minutes of the fight Gilliam began to wane, he knew he was the better fighter, but he also knew Amkor had youth on his side, whereas Gilliam was simply to old to sustain the fight. He knew what he had to do.
Amkor stepped in, Gilliams guard weak and tried to hammer away at his face, when suddenly Gilliam lept forward and pulled Amkor close to him, the dagger reaching deep into Amkor's chest.
"Listen to me runt" Gilliam snarled in a deep wisper. "You are nothing compared to me, you are dead, do you hear me, dead. And when the Exarchs come, I plan to betray this entire camp, save my ass and live comfortably. I have it all worked out now, you were my last obstacle" Gilliam twisted the dagger in Amkor's chest, the crowd roaring for blood.
"Night punk" Gilliam ripped out the dagger, and he pushed Amkor to the ground.
Amkor fell and hit the dirt with a resounding thud, and lay there motionless, his blood pouring out of him. Behind him Gilliam stood with his arms raised high, the crowd chanting his name over and over
"Gilliam Gilliam Gilliam!"
Amkor lay there, the world turning dark, death coming to embrace him, when he heard a voice, a voice he had never heard before, but one that spoke to him in a tone so soothing that he never imagined such a thing possible.
"You need not die here on this cold earth my son, there is a whole life ahead of you. Reach forth your hand, and embrace eternity"
And it happened. So suddenly that Amkor could not quite understand, but he felt it all the same. He spoke in a soft voice, barely audibly over the chanting of the crowd "Mother ..."
Suddenly Botahn was there, at his side. "Amkor! Amkor! Shit man don't you fucking die on me!"
"Get away from him Botahn!" Gilliam roared, the crows going silent at his fury."That weak worthless coward deserves his death"
"You worthless fuck you stabbed him! This was a fight of fists and you stabbed him!'
"Mother ...."
"I SAID step away!"
"Never, he does not deserve to die!"
Gilliam walked over and grabbed Botahn by the neck and tossed him away from Amkor with the force of an Elekk. He then walked over to Botahn and begin to attack him, stomping on him with his hooves. "When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed, got it WHELP!"
The crowd began to cheer once more, glad to see Gilliam in action, even if it was only over the beating delivered to Botahn. Nobody dared to show anything but support for Gilliam, all were to scared.
"Mother .... I understand, help me"
The crowd cheered, and were so focused on Gilliam, that nobody saw Amkor stand, nobody saw his wound seal before his very eyes, leaving only the trace of a scar. Nobody saw the fire in his eyes.
"GILLIAM!"
The crowd fell silent and Gilliam turned around his eyes angry and confused.
"I don't know how the fuck you are still alive punk, but let me help you with it!" Gilliam reached to one of the crowd and drew the mans sword, advancing on Amkor.
Amkor stood his ground, his eyes shut, listening to the chorus of voices that sung in harmony with his own.
Gilliam lunged with his blade, and Amkors eyes snapped open, and he jumped.
The crowd was silent, and Amkor noted that he had just jumped thirty feet into the air with the greatest of ease. From the height he felt the wind embrace him, and he fell to the ground, landing on his feet with ease.
The crowd was stunned into silence, all but Gilliam, who was furious that Amkor, one of his men, would dare to defy his assault. "Cute trick, now DIE!" Gilliam flew forward, with a speed that belayed his size, and his swung a brutal overhand chop at Amkors face.
Amkor simply raised his hand and spoke a soft phrase beneath his breath.
Gilliam's blade was cutting the air with a a sharp whistle and he thought to himself "This is the end, I wont be bested."
The ground exploded and rock shot forth to the heavens. Gilliam's blade shattered against it, and even he was stunned. "How .. how is this possible."
The wall receded and before him stood a man he had never seen before. A man who's eyes were the fires of hell, and who's body was carved from the very face of the strongest mountains.
"Amkor ... what the ... how have you ... what are you!" Gilliam asked, his voice quivering with fear.
"Deliverance"
Amkor was behind Gilliam before he even knew that Amkor had moved, and before he could react Amkor had his hands in place on the sides of Gilliam's head. Before he could even beg for mercy he felt his head explode with fire.
The crowd was silent, and the sound of Gilliam's body hitting the ground echoed in the night. Amkor stood silently his arms flexing on there own accord with a new found might. Nobody moved, nobody spoke. All was still.
"Am-Amkor?" Botahn stepped forward, and moved closer to his friend. "Amkor, are you ... are you alright?"
"Amkor turned to his old friend, fire still awash in his eyes, and Botahn stepped back, afraid his friend would kill him where he stood, but instead Amkor simply began to laugh.
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(( More to follow tomorrow. Love and miss all of you!)) ((Rakzuel/Amkor/Hunter ))
The arrow struck true and Amkor grunted in pain, his shoulder awash with a sense of burning pain. He reached his hand up and ripped the arrow from his shoulder, his pace never slowing. He knew if he stopped even for a moment that it would be the end of him, and so he did what he must, he ran. For how long he ran he was unsure, the squad of Blood Elves was close on him and he knew they sought his blood. He knew not how his mission had gone so horribly wrong, only that it had.
He ran on, his hooves scraping hard on the sharp rocks, he knew he could not last, not in this form.
Another arrow flies past, close enough for the fletching to brush his cheek, a cool wind on the sweat and perspiration, and though it was nothing but a fleeting touch, Amkor was glad for it. "I'll take anything at this point" he mused.
He ran on, but his mind was fast a work to another task, his only chance.
"Ancestors of this wild land, hear my call!" he roared into the night sky. From behind him he heard the call of the Blood Elf squadron, but there speech was like the call of the Razorwinds of Thousand Needles, beautiful, but indecipherable.
At that moment, deep within his spirit he felt the call. The song of grass bending gently in the winds of Mulgore, the gently lapping of water on the canals of Stormwind, the fury of the orchish hordes drums beating fire into his blood. He envisioned his inner form and felt it, the spirit of power within him.
Body aglow Amkor felt his body become less solid, more fluid, shifting into the Spirit Wolf within.
"Ha ha!" Amkor bellowed. "I am saved!"
THWACK!
The second arrow hit him in the groove of his knee and sent him crashing to the ground. His concentration broken, he fell to the ground, his face torn upon the rocks. He knew this was the end of him, his concentration was broken, and he could not force his body to stand.
He lay there for a time, realistically it could not have been more than seconds, but to Amkor the years that passed were only told by the rapid and irregular rise and fall of his chest, and the fury of his heart straining his ribs with each measured beat.
Then before he even knew they were upon him he felt there feet, brutally assaulting his body. He knew not where to throw his arms and defend his body, there were simply to many to fight, so he lay there, wondering if they would kill him swiftly, or if they would linger over his teetering life, enjoying every last ragging breath.
"Kala Shok daren!"
The assault stopped instantly, and the squadron formed a ring around him, parting only for there commander.
"You has geven quite the run Draenei scuum" the commander spat out in broken common. "It shall be my pleasure to end your sufferings." He face contorted into a snear and he drew his wicked shaped dagger. "I vill try to make this .... how is it said .. unpleasant"
Amkor forced his tired body to his knees. He knew his chances were slim, and that his life was soon to draw to an end. He did not wish to die, there was far to much he had not done.
It was then he felt the breeze gently kiss his cheek once more, and his spirit fled its mortal shell.
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"Gah!" Amkor bolted up, his head slamming into the lantern that hung over him, and he swore profusely in Draenic, constantly rubbing his head.
He looked around, assessing his surroundings. He knew this place, this was his tent, but why was he here. His body suddenly rose of his own accord and walked over to a basin of cool Nagrand water. He lowered his hands, cupping a small amount of the waters and splashed it into his face, helping to awaken himself.
"Where am I?" Amkor wondered.
"Hey 'Kor, you aight in there?" yelled a voice from outside.
"Yea, fine" Amkor replied, yet he had not said the words, and yet, they were in his voice.
Another younger Draenei walked into the room, his face slightly concerned. "I heard ya yelpin, whats wrong cupcake, have a bad dream?" The Draenei grinned wickedly.
"Bah, go and fuck yerself Botahn" Amkor grumbled.
"Ha, only if it was you lover"
Amkor reached down and grabbed a book and threw it at Botahn grumbling.
Botahn reached out and easily swatted the book aside. "My, aren't we in a fine humor this morning?" Botahn reached into his side pouch and grabbed two cigarettes. He lit them both and handed one out to Amkor, who took it happily.
"Fine enough I 'spose" Amkor took the cigarette and took a long drag on it."
"What is going on?" Amkor thought. I remember this day ... but why? Why cant I control my body, why am I here? He did not understand, but from what he could tell he was reliving this day in his mind.
"Well throw on yer gear and get outside, Gilliam is looking for ya and you seem to have overslept." Botahn stepped from the tent and Amkor was left there alone.
"Why the fuck am I here!?"
Amkor quickly moved about the room gathering his gear, and stepped out from his tent to the shining sun of Nagrand.
"AMKOR!" yelled a familiar voice, Amkor remember how he groaned inwardly, and sure enough he heard in the reaches of his mind a solid "Ugh".
"Sir?" Amkor replied.
"Get yer ass over here, yer late! Do you expect me to plan this entire fucking raid while you lay in bed all day? I don't have time for you and your beauty rest so MOVE IT!"
Amkor moved in double time to the largest tent in the complex. It was near his own, and he was there in seconds, still attaching his gear as he went. By the time he reached the tent he was buckling on his final straps on his bracers.
"Took yer sweet time as always" mumbled Gilliam.
Gilliam was by far the toughest Draenei Amkor could of imagined. Any skin you could see was covered in scars, and he held himself in a demeanor as proud as any human general.
"Sorry sir, couldn't help but be tired, yer mother kept me 'wake all night" Amkor grinned and shrugged of the scowl given to him by Gilliam.
"Yea yea, just get over here."
Amkor looked down at the map, and once again his mind faded to dark.
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The screams were always the worst part.
Amkor looked around, and he was in the middle of a compound, flames licking his sides. His body shot up, and he was running about, his sharpened claws clicking hard and his bracers. He knew this place, this was a simple raid on a tiny compound, in and out, nothing to it. What they hadn't counted on was the presence of the mounted Aldorian guard patrolling in the region.
Still, he knew that this would all turn out for the best ... or so he thought.
He stepped out from behind the building and was met face to face with an Exarch of the Draenei guard. Without a second thought Amkor plunged his razor sharp claws into this mans chest. The guard, caught completely off his guard, fell to the ground, dead before his face touched the dirt.
Inwardly, Amkor grinned, he savored every kill he got, and he he knew his body was feeling the swell of blood lust that carried him onward and into the heart of battle. His blood lust and fury had earned him the rank of second in command of this bandit camp, and he knew he deserved it, even more.
Amkor turned, his claws dripping with blood, looking for another kill, and all faded to black.
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"You killed a fucking EXARCH AMKOR THAT'S WHATS WRONG!" yelled Gilliam. his face mere inches from Amkor own.
"He was just a target, he got in my way, so I killed him, just like anybody else." Amkor spoke up in his defense.
"Sure, easy to say now, but what the hell are we going to do tonight when the entire Shattrath guard descends on our position you ass!" Gilliam roared.
"'Spose I will have to kill them too." Amkor mused.
"You just don't get it do you Amkor, you never stop to THINK!"
"Thinking is a waste of my time" Amkor rebutted "I don't have time to stop and ask every person I plan to kill what there affiliation is to the Exarchs or the Aldor, I just do my job!"
"And that's going to get us all killed you ass!" Gilliam roared. "I have half a mind to kill you on the spot and give you to the guards as appeasement!"
"Try me!" Amkor snarled.
Gilliam leveled a dark glare at Amkor "What was that"
"I am sick of the way you treat me, I am this camps best and brightest, and you know it! Quite holding me back your piece of shit!"
Gilliam opened his mouth to retort but Amkor roared out the one thing Gilliam desired to hear most.
"I challenge you to leadership of the camp!"
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Gilliams fist slammed into Amkor's bruised right eye with a solid crunch.
Amkor went down to the ground, but was on his feet again in seconds, he knew he had little chance of winning this fight, and he wised his anger had not brought him to this point.
The ring of onlookers cheered Gilliam on, and blow after blow of his landed directly into Amkor.
Amkor raised his guard and blocked a strong left hook aimed at him by Gilliam, and responded with a crushing uppercut to Gilliiam's ribs, knocking the breath from him.
Amkor saw his chance and lunged in.
Blow after blow landed in on Gilliam, and Amkor knew he was getting his second wind. He hammered on and on, feeling his victory closer and closer into his grasp.
Suddenly on his back Amkor was momentarily dazed, he had not seen Gilliam swing his leg under him, kicking Amkor off his feet. He cocked back his leg and slammed it with all his might at Amkor face, knocking several of his teeth out with the force. Amkor lay there on the ground bleeding, and Gilliam loomed over him, catching his breath.
"Good fight runt, but there is a reason I am in charge, and not you."
Amkor lept back to his feet kicking Gilliam in the chest as he went, and the fight ensued, the crowd going wild. The only noise louder than the two Draenei slamming there fists into one anthers body was the sound of the gold changing hand.
After several minutes of the fight Gilliam began to wane, he knew he was the better fighter, but he also knew Amkor had youth on his side, whereas Gilliam was simply to old to sustain the fight. He knew what he had to do.
Amkor stepped in, Gilliams guard weak and tried to hammer away at his face, when suddenly Gilliam lept forward and pulled Amkor close to him, the dagger reaching deep into Amkor's chest.
"Listen to me runt" Gilliam snarled in a deep wisper. "You are nothing compared to me, you are dead, do you hear me, dead. And when the Exarchs come, I plan to betray this entire camp, save my ass and live comfortably. I have it all worked out now, you were my last obstacle" Gilliam twisted the dagger in Amkor's chest, the crowd roaring for blood.
"Night punk" Gilliam ripped out the dagger, and he pushed Amkor to the ground.
Amkor fell and hit the dirt with a resounding thud, and lay there motionless, his blood pouring out of him. Behind him Gilliam stood with his arms raised high, the crowd chanting his name over and over
"Gilliam Gilliam Gilliam!"
Amkor lay there, the world turning dark, death coming to embrace him, when he heard a voice, a voice he had never heard before, but one that spoke to him in a tone so soothing that he never imagined such a thing possible.
"You need not die here on this cold earth my son, there is a whole life ahead of you. Reach forth your hand, and embrace eternity"
And it happened. So suddenly that Amkor could not quite understand, but he felt it all the same. He spoke in a soft voice, barely audibly over the chanting of the crowd "Mother ..."
Suddenly Botahn was there, at his side. "Amkor! Amkor! Shit man don't you fucking die on me!"
"Get away from him Botahn!" Gilliam roared, the crows going silent at his fury."That weak worthless coward deserves his death"
"You worthless fuck you stabbed him! This was a fight of fists and you stabbed him!'
"Mother ...."
"I SAID step away!"
"Never, he does not deserve to die!"
Gilliam walked over and grabbed Botahn by the neck and tossed him away from Amkor with the force of an Elekk. He then walked over to Botahn and begin to attack him, stomping on him with his hooves. "When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed, got it WHELP!"
The crowd began to cheer once more, glad to see Gilliam in action, even if it was only over the beating delivered to Botahn. Nobody dared to show anything but support for Gilliam, all were to scared.
"Mother .... I understand, help me"
The crowd cheered, and were so focused on Gilliam, that nobody saw Amkor stand, nobody saw his wound seal before his very eyes, leaving only the trace of a scar. Nobody saw the fire in his eyes.
"GILLIAM!"
The crowd fell silent and Gilliam turned around his eyes angry and confused.
"I don't know how the fuck you are still alive punk, but let me help you with it!" Gilliam reached to one of the crowd and drew the mans sword, advancing on Amkor.
Amkor stood his ground, his eyes shut, listening to the chorus of voices that sung in harmony with his own.
Gilliam lunged with his blade, and Amkors eyes snapped open, and he jumped.
The crowd was silent, and Amkor noted that he had just jumped thirty feet into the air with the greatest of ease. From the height he felt the wind embrace him, and he fell to the ground, landing on his feet with ease.
The crowd was stunned into silence, all but Gilliam, who was furious that Amkor, one of his men, would dare to defy his assault. "Cute trick, now DIE!" Gilliam flew forward, with a speed that belayed his size, and his swung a brutal overhand chop at Amkors face.
Amkor simply raised his hand and spoke a soft phrase beneath his breath.
Gilliam's blade was cutting the air with a a sharp whistle and he thought to himself "This is the end, I wont be bested."
The ground exploded and rock shot forth to the heavens. Gilliam's blade shattered against it, and even he was stunned. "How .. how is this possible."
The wall receded and before him stood a man he had never seen before. A man who's eyes were the fires of hell, and who's body was carved from the very face of the strongest mountains.
"Amkor ... what the ... how have you ... what are you!" Gilliam asked, his voice quivering with fear.
"Deliverance"
Amkor was behind Gilliam before he even knew that Amkor had moved, and before he could react Amkor had his hands in place on the sides of Gilliam's head. Before he could even beg for mercy he felt his head explode with fire.
The crowd was silent, and the sound of Gilliam's body hitting the ground echoed in the night. Amkor stood silently his arms flexing on there own accord with a new found might. Nobody moved, nobody spoke. All was still.
"Am-Amkor?" Botahn stepped forward, and moved closer to his friend. "Amkor, are you ... are you alright?"
"Amkor turned to his old friend, fire still awash in his eyes, and Botahn stepped back, afraid his friend would kill him where he stood, but instead Amkor simply began to laugh.
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(( More to follow tomorrow. Love and miss all of you!)) ((Rakzuel/Amkor/Hunter ))