Wubba360
Emperor
Methuse had all men forcing their body on the gate holding back the mass that heaved against them from outside. MEthuse could hear the explosion in the distance. It was not a good sign.
Methuse suddenly heard a crack as the next thunk came. "Get more wood!"
"Sir there is none left and their is no point in waisting arrows and spears."
"Well then every man arm themselves with a javelin or arrow and prepare to fire once they brake through this gate. Rubeon, a young refugee picked up a javelin aiming at the door.
Methuse backed from the door as the cracking became louder. "Do not give up one step men. Give them no satisfaction, make them bleed for every step!"
Suddenly the crunching of wood splintered the door. A figure appeared from the brake, hurling his javelin Rubeon pinned the man through the heart. The man dangled.
Suddenly another boom came and the door was knocked completely down. "It is a good night to die men!" Methuse hurled his javelin into the enemy and the wall of men fired into the tsunami. The enemy ran over their own dead as their advance was relentless despite all the death and wounds each man took.
Methuse hurled his last javelin into the gut of his enemy. Drawing his broadsword he cut into the enemy. Rubeon held his round shield and spear and leaped into the crowd pinning down one soul. Ripping through the Swade's ribs into his intestines the man's inside began to bleed onto the ground. Rubeon slashed.
His spear had a four axe like blades and one foot spear tip. Keeping the horde at distance Rubeon bellowed to his men, "To me brothers, Rally to me" Men began to fight through the horde.
Methuse could see his men held the hallway but unless the horde was held they would connect up with the wall and overwelm the defenses. Methuse making his way to the stair way he found the stew he needed. The flammable Swade fire.
Tossing the material down onto the enemy on the gate remains. The wood would burn long to prevent the enemy. Grabbing the torch he hurled it onto the men below. Suddenly the hall was lit. Screams came from below as men burned in their firey hell.
Methuse smiled as the men in front panicked seeing their comrades meet their burning death. Rubeon surrounded the remaining men and began to slaughter them. MEthuse smiled to himself, he had saved the hall from being taken for now. He had given them another hour atleast.
As Rubeon gave the call that they had driven back the enemy the unthinkable happened. As he heard screams of pain, dark figure began stumbling through the flames. Covered in burns and scars the men stumbled out of the flames like demons.
Their eyes blank fried up by the flames. Parts of their body were still on fire. This was truly a gate to Hell. Rubeon panicked unable to comprehend the beast before him. The mutant rose his blade to strike down the horrified Rubeon.
MEthuse jumped down slicing his sword through the enemy's head. Slashing at the forms he killed the men with ease. The Swade were helpless in this attack most slicing out in pain unable to coordinate or see what they did, blinded by fire.
As the men saw MEthuse struggle with the daemons they picked up their blades and charged the men. Firing hrough the flames the enemy fired back. MEthuse screamed as an arrow went into his hip.
The flames began to die. The mob came through once more. MEthuse turned to Rubeon, the young oneist, "Run boy! They are to much for you! Flee to the keep. Gather the men, I will give you as much time as I can." Rubeon hesitated at first but as MEthuse screamed at him he turned with his men and fled.
Only two others stood by Methuse. "This is our destiny men, now earn your legacy"
Cutting his blade into the enemy organs spilled upon the ground. As a giant of a man came through the crowd MEthuse drove his blade deep into the giant's chest Methuse's blade got stuck.
Drawing his two axes he fought bleeding into the enemy. Suddenly an arrow struck Methuse into his chest, and a second. As the fire flames turned into a chilled winter MEthuse began to collapse. Struggling to stay up he slashed into his enemy killing his enemy one by one.
As light turned to darkness MEthuse fell to his knees fighting still. Throwing one axe and then the other two more enemies collapsed. The two other were still fighting. One fell to the ground as he was impaled into the ground on a spear.
Attempting to hold up a massive figure stood before him. Bringing up his dagger MEthuse thrust it into the man's leg. Hearing a scream a thud hit his head. MEthuse felt no more pain, no more sound. All was dark and silent. Hell was gone.
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to be continued...
Methuse suddenly heard a crack as the next thunk came. "Get more wood!"
"Sir there is none left and their is no point in waisting arrows and spears."
"Well then every man arm themselves with a javelin or arrow and prepare to fire once they brake through this gate. Rubeon, a young refugee picked up a javelin aiming at the door.
Methuse backed from the door as the cracking became louder. "Do not give up one step men. Give them no satisfaction, make them bleed for every step!"
Suddenly the crunching of wood splintered the door. A figure appeared from the brake, hurling his javelin Rubeon pinned the man through the heart. The man dangled.
Suddenly another boom came and the door was knocked completely down. "It is a good night to die men!" Methuse hurled his javelin into the enemy and the wall of men fired into the tsunami. The enemy ran over their own dead as their advance was relentless despite all the death and wounds each man took.
Methuse hurled his last javelin into the gut of his enemy. Drawing his broadsword he cut into the enemy. Rubeon held his round shield and spear and leaped into the crowd pinning down one soul. Ripping through the Swade's ribs into his intestines the man's inside began to bleed onto the ground. Rubeon slashed.
His spear had a four axe like blades and one foot spear tip. Keeping the horde at distance Rubeon bellowed to his men, "To me brothers, Rally to me" Men began to fight through the horde.
Methuse could see his men held the hallway but unless the horde was held they would connect up with the wall and overwelm the defenses. Methuse making his way to the stair way he found the stew he needed. The flammable Swade fire.
Tossing the material down onto the enemy on the gate remains. The wood would burn long to prevent the enemy. Grabbing the torch he hurled it onto the men below. Suddenly the hall was lit. Screams came from below as men burned in their firey hell.
Methuse smiled as the men in front panicked seeing their comrades meet their burning death. Rubeon surrounded the remaining men and began to slaughter them. MEthuse smiled to himself, he had saved the hall from being taken for now. He had given them another hour atleast.
As Rubeon gave the call that they had driven back the enemy the unthinkable happened. As he heard screams of pain, dark figure began stumbling through the flames. Covered in burns and scars the men stumbled out of the flames like demons.
Their eyes blank fried up by the flames. Parts of their body were still on fire. This was truly a gate to Hell. Rubeon panicked unable to comprehend the beast before him. The mutant rose his blade to strike down the horrified Rubeon.
MEthuse jumped down slicing his sword through the enemy's head. Slashing at the forms he killed the men with ease. The Swade were helpless in this attack most slicing out in pain unable to coordinate or see what they did, blinded by fire.
As the men saw MEthuse struggle with the daemons they picked up their blades and charged the men. Firing hrough the flames the enemy fired back. MEthuse screamed as an arrow went into his hip.
The flames began to die. The mob came through once more. MEthuse turned to Rubeon, the young oneist, "Run boy! They are to much for you! Flee to the keep. Gather the men, I will give you as much time as I can." Rubeon hesitated at first but as MEthuse screamed at him he turned with his men and fled.
Only two others stood by Methuse. "This is our destiny men, now earn your legacy"
Cutting his blade into the enemy organs spilled upon the ground. As a giant of a man came through the crowd MEthuse drove his blade deep into the giant's chest Methuse's blade got stuck.
Drawing his two axes he fought bleeding into the enemy. Suddenly an arrow struck Methuse into his chest, and a second. As the fire flames turned into a chilled winter MEthuse began to collapse. Struggling to stay up he slashed into his enemy killing his enemy one by one.
As light turned to darkness MEthuse fell to his knees fighting still. Throwing one axe and then the other two more enemies collapsed. The two other were still fighting. One fell to the ground as he was impaled into the ground on a spear.
Attempting to hold up a massive figure stood before him. Bringing up his dagger MEthuse thrust it into the man's leg. Hearing a scream a thud hit his head. MEthuse felt no more pain, no more sound. All was dark and silent. Hell was gone.
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to be continued...
