Post by Jenno on Dec 31, 2006 12:47:36 GMT -5
Kuros fought like a raged beast, yet his mind was calm, focused and yet there was not an ounce of anger, rage or hatred within him. Light envoloped him, he truly repented and found the path. The crimes he had comitted, the people he had killed. He sought now, to show that he was a minion of the light, a becon to all, no longer a killer, but a life saver. He knew that he could not survive this, death waited, eager to take his life. How gracious death was, seeking him out just has he had returned to the light, the force could be cruel. Yet, Kuros merely got on with it. If death was near, better not to keep him waiting.
The assassins, they swarmed around him like moths around a flame. They were many and he was one, but his heart had the strength of thousands and it was with this strength that he fought.
The cool sharp metal of the vibrobaldes cut at his skin, wounding him, yet none of the strikes were deep. Only sratches on the skin of his armour. And for each wound he recieved an assassin would forefit their life.
He held Repent and Sin within his hands, the area around him was filled with trails of blue and red. The sabers cutting through air, clothes and skin.
The blur soon came to a stop and there stood Kuros, surrounded by bodies, blood and various limbs. Blood stained his clothes. Repent glowed vibrantly in his right hand, Sin glimmered menacingly in his left hand. He stood looking at those who remaind. Two men held lightsabers. The remaining fifteen assassins each had their baldes. Kuros stood their for a moment and took al ong deep breath before looking them all in their eyes. His eyes penetrated their minds, bodies and souls. There was no mistake. They would die.
Standing there Kuros let four words escape his lips.
[glow=green,2,400]"Come, death awaits you."[/glow]
The assassins, they swarmed around him like moths around a flame. They were many and he was one, but his heart had the strength of thousands and it was with this strength that he fought.
The cool sharp metal of the vibrobaldes cut at his skin, wounding him, yet none of the strikes were deep. Only sratches on the skin of his armour. And for each wound he recieved an assassin would forefit their life.
He held Repent and Sin within his hands, the area around him was filled with trails of blue and red. The sabers cutting through air, clothes and skin.
The blur soon came to a stop and there stood Kuros, surrounded by bodies, blood and various limbs. Blood stained his clothes. Repent glowed vibrantly in his right hand, Sin glimmered menacingly in his left hand. He stood looking at those who remaind. Two men held lightsabers. The remaining fifteen assassins each had their baldes. Kuros stood their for a moment and took al ong deep breath before looking them all in their eyes. His eyes penetrated their minds, bodies and souls. There was no mistake. They would die.
Standing there Kuros let four words escape his lips.
[glow=green,2,400]"Come, death awaits you."[/glow]