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Heruga Maelstrom was marching through the Radohaj Desert. His eyes had a meshed look of pure agony, and deep hatred that bulged from his dull gray corneas. A man on the run he was marching towards the east for reasons unknown to us, but it is for certain…something in the west caused this exodus. He was 35 years old, but his weathered face added another decade. His past is mired in the mesh of life, yet he has been neglected a peaceful or a normal life style we all take for granite. He wielded a Halberd, and his silver bulging armor slightly glimmered in the darkness.
“ Life is nothing more than the desire to live off another in a parasitic manner. For everything revolves around death, and the manipulation of another’s existence to put forth our own temptations in a constructive manner.” Heruga thought as a tiny gust blew up a light yellow veil of sand. The land was parched and dead with only a few trees standing out like lone sentries. Several skeletons were scattered around this wasteland as grim beacons in the middle of an ocean of death. Only a few tiny Tasi birds with their plump cheek flaps were thriving in this land only by residing in the skeletal remains of long gone animals, and the weathered bark on the Rasi trees. Heruga walked by as if he was death himself scouting for new souls to claim.
“ Is existence nothing more than a translucent limbo before we embrace the emptiness of death? Is life just a continuous reputation of pain and falsehoods? It seems futile to fight for success, love, and happiness if so many tears must be shed, so many lives mangled just to satisfy one person’s temporary pleasure.” and beyond the eastern horizon loomed the magnificent Gendor mountain range that stood like the gates of hell in this forsaken land. Standing still for one moment Heruga turned around to see if anyone was stalking him for he had an eerie sensation that in the recesisities of the shadows that someone was waiting like a tiger in the glade. Noticing a limber blackened Rasi, Heruga twirled his Halberd like a helicopter blade, and rushed towards the gloomy tree. A colony of Tasi was sitting on the thin branches huddled together chirping to try to remain warm and calm. The winds picked up, but Heruga kept rushing towards the tree spinning his weapon with thoughts of some grim man behind the tree with a loaded rifle ready to kill.
“ Feel the wrath of the whirlwind spawn of sin!” screeched Heruga as he forcefully slashed the base of the Rasi cutting through it like a hot knife through butter. The Tasi immediately woke up, and started to fly off in terror, but the merciless blade of the Halberd sliced them into thin strips of bloody meat and their oily feathers scattered around the tree. One final horizontal blow through the tree it busted it into countless jagged splinters. Stopping to see the assailant Heruga was stricken with grief and shame for he placed doom upon a flock of tiny birds, and thus killed for no apparent reasons other than his paranoid sensations running through his metal clad body. Walking off from the death site the wind blew softly into his ears laughing at his foolishness.
Four miles ahead a squat Barl’do was looking through a pair of thermal goggle, and to his delight he caught sight of Heruga. A twisted smile appeared on its blemished face. Hoping across the heaps of sand like some disgruntle kangaroo Barl’do caught sight of his master who looked at him sternly.
“ Rasoudar ner tyi opnah Velius! (Master Velius the metal walker is near!)” and handing Velius the thermal goggles the tall man caught sigh of his rival, and simple handed the goggles back.
“ Barl’do now the time has come to settle this problem once and for all…” and both the shaggy Rewba and the semi nude nobleman slowly crept through the dunes with violent images running through their heads. Marshes Velius is 23 from the northeastern country of Brotusnorg that borders Vesper near the Saliman continental rift. His father Frank Velius was a duke of the region establishing trade with the emperor Vesperian to profit from the tremendous petroleum reserves in his country, and to keep the emperors Marta’s squads at bay. For twenty years the Velius family have been extremely wealthy due to their founding of VBOL dealing in black gold as they say, but fortune did not spoil nor hinder the family in any way. Frank took his heir Marshes all across the trans Vesperian border on Saswaks hunting trips, and there is nothing more thrilling or a perfect opportunity to bond than hunting after fat flightless hairy birds. Mashes proved to be an excellent hunter, but he was a gentle man as well always looking out for his people, and learning from his father’s advisers on how to keep the emperor from sending the Marta’s in. However his world changed forever when Heruga took refuge at Weils Habiv the capital of the Brotusnorg.
“ That bastard will pay for what he did to Martha…” he grabbed Barl’do’s thermal goggles. “ Good he isn’t that far off… Once he crosses the pass beyond that grove of trees we will commence our assault. Those Tengur nomads were right about one thing…he was going to be around here. I’ll petition to the emperor himself to spare their little band once I get back home. Barl’do!”
“ Krug sah! (Yes sir)”
“ Neh dus kyit del faramodtah Rasi shigza nu Heruga vbu. Tas weq rea shah. (I want you to go to Heruga’s southeastern side once he passes the grove. Then await for my signal to strike).”
Without putting up a hassle Barl’do eagerly ran ahead with his oily dreadlocks bobbing like reeds in the wind. Ever since the campaign against the Sero Aveans four years ago Barl’do provide to be an excellent scout, and servant for he was a very loyal and patient for a Rewba. Yet Barl’do was responsible for the successful BNA raid against his own race due to his own longing for revenge against his childhood bullies and to achieve a little bit of power for he was born in the Repulsa the lower level of the Rewba caste system.
“ Come close my friend for your time of revelation is near, but you will not be spared from your demise for I shall make you drown in your sins and wrong doings,” muttered Velius as he started at his victim while the winds blew a little harder.
Moving a little bit slower Heruga closed his eyes for the gales were picking up speed at a rapid rate causing a volley of sand to engulf him.
“ Traveling through the Radohaj during mid summer was not the best move on my part. Still I must press on since I lack funds to pay for a taxi to pilot me across the Trans Avean highway to Oroguald. Also going through the northern Heiiu steppes would have been a suicide trip for Gundrom’s breed there during the summer. Yet in life nothing easy comes into our hands for struggle and pain and its futile to neglect this simple fact.” Passing by a grove of withered Rasi trees he had a strong feeling someone was nearby. A jolt of fear quakes through his spine, and sweat started to appear on his forehead. The wind stopped blowing, and everything became eerily silent and still.
Barl’do pulled out a tiny grenade, and placed his pinky inside the ring. He stood still blending in with the sand as much as he could since he was a natural crème color, but he was a tiny bit nervous for if there is one mishap he will die. Yet he smiled with his rotting teeth exposed to the inky sky, and waited like some grim gargoyle. Velius caught a good glimpse at his enemy, and flicked his index and middle finger like two sticks being struck together. Pulling out a bowie knife he slashed the air in a semi circle, and Barl’do yanked out the ring.
“ Deborei Kaa! (Submission!)” Barl’do yelled as he hopped across the sand dunes clutching the grenade tightly. Heruga turned around noticing the Rewba, and twirled his halberd in front of him. Tossing the explosive with tremendous force Barl’do fell on the soft sand, but picked himself up anticipating the blast. Catching sight of the grenade Heruga jabbed his Halberd in the ground, and caught the grenade with his right hand. Like a major league pitcher he flung it back at the dazed Rewba with such force it seemed like it would break the sound barrier. Upon contact with Barl’do’s mangled face the grenade detonated ripping apart its biological structure leaving nothing but a little pile of ash, and fire. A blood-curling scream echoed across the valley, but before dying Barl’do was not afraid nor regretted his fate. For he already accepted his demise long before now.
Velius was pissed. So far his plan has been a failure, but even though his most trusted servant Barl’do died in the process he did not feel any pity or woe.
“He could be easily replaced… Even though he was useful in the past he is nothing more than some soulless savage so I can just capture another one. However Heruga managed to stay alive, and that could be a fatal error…” so running down the sand dune he held his knife in a striking manner in a attempt to land at least one deadly blow on his foe at either his neck or vulnerable face. His short black hair swayed as his muscular body bulged with frustration. Near the tree’s Velius preformed a back flip, and landed quietly on one’s frail branches. Luckily for him Heruga did not notice it for he was busy looking for any other assailants on the ground. Lighting up a cigarette Velius took a drag, and tossed it on Heruga’s thick helmet.
“ It has been 10 years since we last met my friend…” , and leaping down Velius bowed in front of his enemy. Heruga caught sight of Velius, and already has his Halberd ready to strike.
“ It’s been too long since our last encounter. Yet you are still guilty for your crimes. For these last several years I have been looking for you to finish the score, and to avenge my love’s death which you caused!”
“ Your blind vengeance, and justice will not bring forth manners to their place. I did not cause the death of your precious half cousin for I cannot conceive anyway I could of killed for no apparent reason.”
“ I saw her corpse… she was sliced up like ham, and you we’re lying right next to her body. Do not deny it Heruga you wanted her because you wanted her virginity, and steal her from me! She obviously did not want you, so you raped and killed her out of jealousy over me! We were to be wed, but you could not stand that thought, so she died because you did not want to accept reality!” Pulling out another bowie knife Velius swung both in a clockwise fashion, but Heruga blocked both blows successfully by striking at each with the blade of his Halberd. Leaping to the right Velius swung horizontally then vertical, but both blows were parried once again.
“ Your battle tactics are as horrid as the lies you’ve developed.” So sidestepping back Heruga swung the massive weapon, but missed for Velius did a back flip to evade. The wind started to pick up, and sand was gentle rising below them. Jumping from tree to tree Velius leaped down, and sliced, but his knives only tasted the cold steel of the Halberd. Each strike from Heruga only pierced the air for Velius was very nimble on his feet, and resorted to the trees for refuge. Both warriors kept at their arcane dance of death striking each other’s weapons, and shuffling under the grim trees, but neither managed to shed blood. Kicking up some dust into Heruga’s eyes the devious nobleman slid under the reach of the Halberd, and slashed his armor. Only faint sparks leaped from the knife’s blades for this was no standard Vesperian armor.
“ Damn he has surely improved over the year.” though Velius, but a swift kick in the face caused him to fly five feet from his foe as blood ran out of his nose.
“ Ouch that hurt you cheap bastard! Don’t you have any honor?” his hands covered his face to see if anything was broken.
“ Neither was your vain attempt to blind me…” and sprinting Heruga logged his right fist onto Velius head, but he stumbled, and slammed into one of the trees. Velius got up while his nose was now forever flattened he preformed a flying karate kick, but he missed and caused the tree on the right to burst from its roots. The tree felt like some lumbering giant, and exploded into millions of splinters. Pain vibrated from Velius face as blood kept on dripping, and now his foot was aching. Velius brown eyes now fumed with fire, and instantly he tossed one of his knives as it span like a propeller blade. His eyes focused on the knife Heruga grabbed it right before it made refuge on his forehead, and threw it back at its master. For a minute this cruel game raged on as the knife was tossed between both fighters, and neither one stopped even for a minute to allow the other an advantage to strike in the middle of a toss. Spinning like a ballerina Velius caught his knife and toss them both at the same time. Both glimmering blades in union were aimed to cut off Heruga’s neck, but in a flash he picked up his Halberd, and whacked both knives far off from the battlefield. Pulling out a blunt piece of metal from his jeans pocket Velius pressed the bolt in the middle causing the metal to spring into a ring shape.
“A charka?” Heruga was bedazzled.
“ This might look like some toy, but it is a far deadlier weapon than you can perceive.” Twirling the ring carefully on his index finger Velius flung it through the trees cutting their trunks up into paper mashie. The wind began to pick up causing the jagged bark and sand to spin around both of them like a ghastly veil. The sky turned darker, and thunder rumbled from the Gendor Mountains. Both men were nervous. The ring flew back to Velius, and he prepared to toss it once more. Heruga went up to Velius and attempted to gore him with the spear tip on top of the axe blade of his weapon, but Velius did a cartwheel, and merge it into a back flip away from Heruga to grab one of his knives, and bolted at Heruga preparing to pierce him.
“ I’m going to send you back to hell were you belong!” Velius yelled, but Heruga still kept on charging. His eyes were focused on Velius heart, and Heruga was dead focused on penetrating it to end this purposeless battle. Rain started to pour, and the wind started to gust once more. Due to the harsh weather conditions impairing both their line of vision Heruga only managed to barely knick his left thigh, but Velius turned before the spear head could inflict any damage he wildly frail his knife, and manage to slightly cut Heruga’s right cheek. Tiny specs of blood came out from both of their wounds, and Heruga placed his right hand covering his to suppress the pain. Standing on top of a sand dune Velius felt another rush of sticky blood pump from his shattered nose, and cut thigh.
“ Now its time to end this all in a matter of chance. Now the ring of the gods will snap the cords, which your tainted life hangs upon. Heruga you will have to choose to either accept the ring or bide a knife in your clavicle. Which one will be more suiting for vermin such as yourself?” said Velius. At first Heruga though Velius was just acting like an ass trying to intimidate him, but looking down at his chest he noticed that there was in face a small opening in his armor between his clavicles. A thunderbolt luminated the land exposing the grim features on Velius face a smile that looked edged and warped while Heruga had no hint of emotion. Tossing the charka it spun through the moist air like a hawk, and it spun in an arch. Heruga focused his eyes on the ring, and prepared his Halberd to bat it off. Instantly Velius tossed his knife, and the charka was almost at its victim. Without a second thought Heruga swung the Halberd in a circular motion knocking the ring away from the grove of trees, but a fiery tingling sensation ached in his chest. A tiny fountain of blood spewed from Heruga’s chest for the knife hit dead on its mark right when the charka was knocked away. Crystal tears leaked from his tired eyes, and his chest quaked with tremendous pain. The wound pulsed madly and the muscles felt like they we’re ripping apart by the tendons. Kneeling down on the gummy sand crystalline raindrops rolled off his metal body, and blood spewed in front of him. The knife stuck out like some monument of death, and Heruga’s long crimson ponytail dangled like a lynched man.
Standing in front of his blurred vision was an overjoyed version of Velius preparing to strike once more. Slowly Heruga’s eyes began to close for he had long accepted death ages ago…
“ Life is nothing more than the desire to live off another in a parasitic manner. For everything revolves around death, and the manipulation of another’s existence to put forth our own temptations in a constructive manner.” Heruga thought as a tiny gust blew up a light yellow veil of sand. The land was parched and dead with only a few trees standing out like lone sentries. Several skeletons were scattered around this wasteland as grim beacons in the middle of an ocean of death. Only a few tiny Tasi birds with their plump cheek flaps were thriving in this land only by residing in the skeletal remains of long gone animals, and the weathered bark on the Rasi trees. Heruga walked by as if he was death himself scouting for new souls to claim.
“ Is existence nothing more than a translucent limbo before we embrace the emptiness of death? Is life just a continuous reputation of pain and falsehoods? It seems futile to fight for success, love, and happiness if so many tears must be shed, so many lives mangled just to satisfy one person’s temporary pleasure.” and beyond the eastern horizon loomed the magnificent Gendor mountain range that stood like the gates of hell in this forsaken land. Standing still for one moment Heruga turned around to see if anyone was stalking him for he had an eerie sensation that in the recesisities of the shadows that someone was waiting like a tiger in the glade. Noticing a limber blackened Rasi, Heruga twirled his Halberd like a helicopter blade, and rushed towards the gloomy tree. A colony of Tasi was sitting on the thin branches huddled together chirping to try to remain warm and calm. The winds picked up, but Heruga kept rushing towards the tree spinning his weapon with thoughts of some grim man behind the tree with a loaded rifle ready to kill.
“ Feel the wrath of the whirlwind spawn of sin!” screeched Heruga as he forcefully slashed the base of the Rasi cutting through it like a hot knife through butter. The Tasi immediately woke up, and started to fly off in terror, but the merciless blade of the Halberd sliced them into thin strips of bloody meat and their oily feathers scattered around the tree. One final horizontal blow through the tree it busted it into countless jagged splinters. Stopping to see the assailant Heruga was stricken with grief and shame for he placed doom upon a flock of tiny birds, and thus killed for no apparent reasons other than his paranoid sensations running through his metal clad body. Walking off from the death site the wind blew softly into his ears laughing at his foolishness.
Four miles ahead a squat Barl’do was looking through a pair of thermal goggle, and to his delight he caught sight of Heruga. A twisted smile appeared on its blemished face. Hoping across the heaps of sand like some disgruntle kangaroo Barl’do caught sight of his master who looked at him sternly.
“ Rasoudar ner tyi opnah Velius! (Master Velius the metal walker is near!)” and handing Velius the thermal goggles the tall man caught sigh of his rival, and simple handed the goggles back.
“ Barl’do now the time has come to settle this problem once and for all…” and both the shaggy Rewba and the semi nude nobleman slowly crept through the dunes with violent images running through their heads. Marshes Velius is 23 from the northeastern country of Brotusnorg that borders Vesper near the Saliman continental rift. His father Frank Velius was a duke of the region establishing trade with the emperor Vesperian to profit from the tremendous petroleum reserves in his country, and to keep the emperors Marta’s squads at bay. For twenty years the Velius family have been extremely wealthy due to their founding of VBOL dealing in black gold as they say, but fortune did not spoil nor hinder the family in any way. Frank took his heir Marshes all across the trans Vesperian border on Saswaks hunting trips, and there is nothing more thrilling or a perfect opportunity to bond than hunting after fat flightless hairy birds. Mashes proved to be an excellent hunter, but he was a gentle man as well always looking out for his people, and learning from his father’s advisers on how to keep the emperor from sending the Marta’s in. However his world changed forever when Heruga took refuge at Weils Habiv the capital of the Brotusnorg.
“ That bastard will pay for what he did to Martha…” he grabbed Barl’do’s thermal goggles. “ Good he isn’t that far off… Once he crosses the pass beyond that grove of trees we will commence our assault. Those Tengur nomads were right about one thing…he was going to be around here. I’ll petition to the emperor himself to spare their little band once I get back home. Barl’do!”
“ Krug sah! (Yes sir)”
“ Neh dus kyit del faramodtah Rasi shigza nu Heruga vbu. Tas weq rea shah. (I want you to go to Heruga’s southeastern side once he passes the grove. Then await for my signal to strike).”
Without putting up a hassle Barl’do eagerly ran ahead with his oily dreadlocks bobbing like reeds in the wind. Ever since the campaign against the Sero Aveans four years ago Barl’do provide to be an excellent scout, and servant for he was a very loyal and patient for a Rewba. Yet Barl’do was responsible for the successful BNA raid against his own race due to his own longing for revenge against his childhood bullies and to achieve a little bit of power for he was born in the Repulsa the lower level of the Rewba caste system.
“ Come close my friend for your time of revelation is near, but you will not be spared from your demise for I shall make you drown in your sins and wrong doings,” muttered Velius as he started at his victim while the winds blew a little harder.
Moving a little bit slower Heruga closed his eyes for the gales were picking up speed at a rapid rate causing a volley of sand to engulf him.
“ Traveling through the Radohaj during mid summer was not the best move on my part. Still I must press on since I lack funds to pay for a taxi to pilot me across the Trans Avean highway to Oroguald. Also going through the northern Heiiu steppes would have been a suicide trip for Gundrom’s breed there during the summer. Yet in life nothing easy comes into our hands for struggle and pain and its futile to neglect this simple fact.” Passing by a grove of withered Rasi trees he had a strong feeling someone was nearby. A jolt of fear quakes through his spine, and sweat started to appear on his forehead. The wind stopped blowing, and everything became eerily silent and still.
Barl’do pulled out a tiny grenade, and placed his pinky inside the ring. He stood still blending in with the sand as much as he could since he was a natural crème color, but he was a tiny bit nervous for if there is one mishap he will die. Yet he smiled with his rotting teeth exposed to the inky sky, and waited like some grim gargoyle. Velius caught a good glimpse at his enemy, and flicked his index and middle finger like two sticks being struck together. Pulling out a bowie knife he slashed the air in a semi circle, and Barl’do yanked out the ring.
“ Deborei Kaa! (Submission!)” Barl’do yelled as he hopped across the sand dunes clutching the grenade tightly. Heruga turned around noticing the Rewba, and twirled his halberd in front of him. Tossing the explosive with tremendous force Barl’do fell on the soft sand, but picked himself up anticipating the blast. Catching sight of the grenade Heruga jabbed his Halberd in the ground, and caught the grenade with his right hand. Like a major league pitcher he flung it back at the dazed Rewba with such force it seemed like it would break the sound barrier. Upon contact with Barl’do’s mangled face the grenade detonated ripping apart its biological structure leaving nothing but a little pile of ash, and fire. A blood-curling scream echoed across the valley, but before dying Barl’do was not afraid nor regretted his fate. For he already accepted his demise long before now.
Velius was pissed. So far his plan has been a failure, but even though his most trusted servant Barl’do died in the process he did not feel any pity or woe.
“He could be easily replaced… Even though he was useful in the past he is nothing more than some soulless savage so I can just capture another one. However Heruga managed to stay alive, and that could be a fatal error…” so running down the sand dune he held his knife in a striking manner in a attempt to land at least one deadly blow on his foe at either his neck or vulnerable face. His short black hair swayed as his muscular body bulged with frustration. Near the tree’s Velius preformed a back flip, and landed quietly on one’s frail branches. Luckily for him Heruga did not notice it for he was busy looking for any other assailants on the ground. Lighting up a cigarette Velius took a drag, and tossed it on Heruga’s thick helmet.
“ It has been 10 years since we last met my friend…” , and leaping down Velius bowed in front of his enemy. Heruga caught sight of Velius, and already has his Halberd ready to strike.
“ It’s been too long since our last encounter. Yet you are still guilty for your crimes. For these last several years I have been looking for you to finish the score, and to avenge my love’s death which you caused!”
“ Your blind vengeance, and justice will not bring forth manners to their place. I did not cause the death of your precious half cousin for I cannot conceive anyway I could of killed for no apparent reason.”
“ I saw her corpse… she was sliced up like ham, and you we’re lying right next to her body. Do not deny it Heruga you wanted her because you wanted her virginity, and steal her from me! She obviously did not want you, so you raped and killed her out of jealousy over me! We were to be wed, but you could not stand that thought, so she died because you did not want to accept reality!” Pulling out another bowie knife Velius swung both in a clockwise fashion, but Heruga blocked both blows successfully by striking at each with the blade of his Halberd. Leaping to the right Velius swung horizontally then vertical, but both blows were parried once again.
“ Your battle tactics are as horrid as the lies you’ve developed.” So sidestepping back Heruga swung the massive weapon, but missed for Velius did a back flip to evade. The wind started to pick up, and sand was gentle rising below them. Jumping from tree to tree Velius leaped down, and sliced, but his knives only tasted the cold steel of the Halberd. Each strike from Heruga only pierced the air for Velius was very nimble on his feet, and resorted to the trees for refuge. Both warriors kept at their arcane dance of death striking each other’s weapons, and shuffling under the grim trees, but neither managed to shed blood. Kicking up some dust into Heruga’s eyes the devious nobleman slid under the reach of the Halberd, and slashed his armor. Only faint sparks leaped from the knife’s blades for this was no standard Vesperian armor.
“ Damn he has surely improved over the year.” though Velius, but a swift kick in the face caused him to fly five feet from his foe as blood ran out of his nose.
“ Ouch that hurt you cheap bastard! Don’t you have any honor?” his hands covered his face to see if anything was broken.
“ Neither was your vain attempt to blind me…” and sprinting Heruga logged his right fist onto Velius head, but he stumbled, and slammed into one of the trees. Velius got up while his nose was now forever flattened he preformed a flying karate kick, but he missed and caused the tree on the right to burst from its roots. The tree felt like some lumbering giant, and exploded into millions of splinters. Pain vibrated from Velius face as blood kept on dripping, and now his foot was aching. Velius brown eyes now fumed with fire, and instantly he tossed one of his knives as it span like a propeller blade. His eyes focused on the knife Heruga grabbed it right before it made refuge on his forehead, and threw it back at its master. For a minute this cruel game raged on as the knife was tossed between both fighters, and neither one stopped even for a minute to allow the other an advantage to strike in the middle of a toss. Spinning like a ballerina Velius caught his knife and toss them both at the same time. Both glimmering blades in union were aimed to cut off Heruga’s neck, but in a flash he picked up his Halberd, and whacked both knives far off from the battlefield. Pulling out a blunt piece of metal from his jeans pocket Velius pressed the bolt in the middle causing the metal to spring into a ring shape.
“A charka?” Heruga was bedazzled.
“ This might look like some toy, but it is a far deadlier weapon than you can perceive.” Twirling the ring carefully on his index finger Velius flung it through the trees cutting their trunks up into paper mashie. The wind began to pick up causing the jagged bark and sand to spin around both of them like a ghastly veil. The sky turned darker, and thunder rumbled from the Gendor Mountains. Both men were nervous. The ring flew back to Velius, and he prepared to toss it once more. Heruga went up to Velius and attempted to gore him with the spear tip on top of the axe blade of his weapon, but Velius did a cartwheel, and merge it into a back flip away from Heruga to grab one of his knives, and bolted at Heruga preparing to pierce him.
“ I’m going to send you back to hell were you belong!” Velius yelled, but Heruga still kept on charging. His eyes were focused on Velius heart, and Heruga was dead focused on penetrating it to end this purposeless battle. Rain started to pour, and the wind started to gust once more. Due to the harsh weather conditions impairing both their line of vision Heruga only managed to barely knick his left thigh, but Velius turned before the spear head could inflict any damage he wildly frail his knife, and manage to slightly cut Heruga’s right cheek. Tiny specs of blood came out from both of their wounds, and Heruga placed his right hand covering his to suppress the pain. Standing on top of a sand dune Velius felt another rush of sticky blood pump from his shattered nose, and cut thigh.
“ Now its time to end this all in a matter of chance. Now the ring of the gods will snap the cords, which your tainted life hangs upon. Heruga you will have to choose to either accept the ring or bide a knife in your clavicle. Which one will be more suiting for vermin such as yourself?” said Velius. At first Heruga though Velius was just acting like an ass trying to intimidate him, but looking down at his chest he noticed that there was in face a small opening in his armor between his clavicles. A thunderbolt luminated the land exposing the grim features on Velius face a smile that looked edged and warped while Heruga had no hint of emotion. Tossing the charka it spun through the moist air like a hawk, and it spun in an arch. Heruga focused his eyes on the ring, and prepared his Halberd to bat it off. Instantly Velius tossed his knife, and the charka was almost at its victim. Without a second thought Heruga swung the Halberd in a circular motion knocking the ring away from the grove of trees, but a fiery tingling sensation ached in his chest. A tiny fountain of blood spewed from Heruga’s chest for the knife hit dead on its mark right when the charka was knocked away. Crystal tears leaked from his tired eyes, and his chest quaked with tremendous pain. The wound pulsed madly and the muscles felt like they we’re ripping apart by the tendons. Kneeling down on the gummy sand crystalline raindrops rolled off his metal body, and blood spewed in front of him. The knife stuck out like some monument of death, and Heruga’s long crimson ponytail dangled like a lynched man.
Standing in front of his blurred vision was an overjoyed version of Velius preparing to strike once more. Slowly Heruga’s eyes began to close for he had long accepted death ages ago…