RE: The Broken Prophecy (Walls O' Text)
02-20-2013, 02:46 AM
It was a difficult choice, but ultimately Edwin knew what had to be done. What Alicia would have done.
Even unarmed, he could not abandon these bandits to the demon, whatever their crimes. He rushed down the path towards the battle, unsure what he would do when he arrived.
What he did not realize was that the demon had noticed him, and more than that, recognized him. By now, the demons knew Edwin had defeated the crimson knight and held the power of the crystal shards. He was a threat, and destroying him was a top priority.
The bandits were keeping the monster preoccupied, but it had limbs to spare. It grabbed a large rock with one of its six legs, and hurled it towards Edwin. The rock struck him in the chest, and knocked him down.
"Ha! Such terrible aim!" Min laughed. She hadn't noticed Edwin's plight, only the rock flying well over her head. And the demon had exposed its throwing leg in its gambit. She swiftly sliced it off with Edwin's blade.
"Give him some credit, Min. He had a pretty good idea there." Bert lifted up a rock and rushed at the demon, striking it in the head with the stone.
The beast howled with pain, but was still standing. It grabbed Min with another leg, and spit something towards Bert. He quickly leapt aside, and saw the strange fluid burning on the ground.
"Definitely don't want to get hit by that," he muttered.
"Bert, you idiot!" Min screamed. "I need help here!"
Edwin heard the screams, but could not see the battle. He was trapped under the rock; he might barely be able to lift it under better circumstances, but he was already short of breath and its weight on his chest only worsened the problem.
He felt helpless. He didn't even have the strength to call for help. If he had a crystal shard, perhaps he might be able to act, but he had lost those to the bandits.
Was there nothing he could do?
Even unarmed, he could not abandon these bandits to the demon, whatever their crimes. He rushed down the path towards the battle, unsure what he would do when he arrived.
What he did not realize was that the demon had noticed him, and more than that, recognized him. By now, the demons knew Edwin had defeated the crimson knight and held the power of the crystal shards. He was a threat, and destroying him was a top priority.
The bandits were keeping the monster preoccupied, but it had limbs to spare. It grabbed a large rock with one of its six legs, and hurled it towards Edwin. The rock struck him in the chest, and knocked him down.
"Ha! Such terrible aim!" Min laughed. She hadn't noticed Edwin's plight, only the rock flying well over her head. And the demon had exposed its throwing leg in its gambit. She swiftly sliced it off with Edwin's blade.
"Give him some credit, Min. He had a pretty good idea there." Bert lifted up a rock and rushed at the demon, striking it in the head with the stone.
The beast howled with pain, but was still standing. It grabbed Min with another leg, and spit something towards Bert. He quickly leapt aside, and saw the strange fluid burning on the ground.
"Definitely don't want to get hit by that," he muttered.
"Bert, you idiot!" Min screamed. "I need help here!"
Edwin heard the screams, but could not see the battle. He was trapped under the rock; he might barely be able to lift it under better circumstances, but he was already short of breath and its weight on his chest only worsened the problem.
He felt helpless. He didn't even have the strength to call for help. If he had a crystal shard, perhaps he might be able to act, but he had lost those to the bandits.
Was there nothing he could do?