Intro
Volcanic ash covers the higher slopes, broken in places by the vivid scars of impact craters. Pools of molten mock glow brightly in the dusk, casting a fierce light on a lone figure. The man casually walks along the bank of one of the pools of liquid fire. Occasionally he sticks a hand out over the lava, as if to warm it and a strange red glow is seen over the heavy metal gauntlets he wears.
“Yes,” he says. “This will do.”
As he makes his way round the next bend in this stream of lava, he comes across some company. Three guards, dressed in poorly fitting armor, sweating heavily in the heat of the volcano; though the temperature in the rest of Karamja is little better. To give them their due, the KDF soldiers react quickly and as their training demands draw weapons without stopping to ask a single question. The man is pleased; he was in no mood to talk.
He draws a shining sword wreathed in flames and launches his attack. The first guard blocks his initial swing much to his own delight but it is merely a tactic to leave him open to the second attack, which slices through his leg just above the knee. This move takes the attacker low and under the charging attack of the second guard. Unfortunate; his sword hand is severed at the wrist before he can adjust to make a second strike. The final guard manages a single cry for help before he meets the enemy. Their blades meet briefly, pushing against each other in a test of strength but the aggressor goes for a kick that knocks him on his back. A single downwards stab ends the contest.
(cont) "The greatest endeavors are achieved because of their selfless intent"
Volcanic ash covers the higher slopes, broken in places by the vivid scars of impact craters. Pools of molten mock glow brightly in the dusk, casting a fierce light on a lone figure. The man casually walks along the bank of one of the pools of liquid fire. Occasionally he sticks a hand out over the lava, as if to warm it and a strange red glow is seen over the heavy metal gauntlets he wears.
“Yes,” he says. “This will do.”
As he makes his way round the next bend in this stream of lava, he comes across some company. Three guards, dressed in poorly fitting armor, sweating heavily in the heat of the volcano; though the temperature in the rest of Karamja is little better. To give them their due, the KDF soldiers react quickly and as their training demands draw weapons without stopping to ask a single question. The man is pleased; he was in no mood to talk.
He draws a shining sword wreathed in flames and launches his attack. The first guard blocks his initial swing much to his own delight but it is merely a tactic to leave him open to the second attack, which slices through his leg just above the knee. This move takes the attacker low and under the charging attack of the second guard. Unfortunate; his sword hand is severed at the wrist before he can adjust to make a second strike. The final guard manages a single cry for help before he meets the enemy. Their blades meet briefly, pushing against each other in a test of strength but the aggressor goes for a kick that knocks him on his back. A single downwards stab ends the contest.
(cont) "The greatest endeavors are achieved because of their selfless intent"
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02-Apr-2018 17:39:38