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It was almost noon when Zaxoth strode directly toward the temple of Zeus, gray eyes darting around the village of Bari. Although he was well aware that none of the villagers would bother him intentionally, he still chose to keep an eye out for anyone or anything that might attempt to attack him. Climbing the short staircase to the temple door without incident, he opened the door and stepped inside, taking a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting.
Although showing signs of use, the temple appeared to be vacant, and, other than the sounds of the village outside, the only thing his ears could pick up was his own light breathing. Venturing deeper into the small temple, he continued to find no evidence that anyone else was present. In fact, it seemed that the temple had been vacated. Taking a slight note of this, he simply shrugged it off due to it likely not being a day for the temple rites to be performed. But, even still, there would have been some form of clergy present at all times.
As his boots clicked against the cold stone floor, he pulled his cloak closer about himself, also sliding his fingers across the hilts of his katanas. Reaching the far end of the temple sanctuary, he paused, allowing his cloak to settle. Ears twitching, he focused his attention on a faint sound coming from above. There was someone present, and whoever it was, the person was in the attic, growing restless. Locating a nearby staircase, Zaxoth headed upward. If nothing else, whoever was in the attic should be capable of informing him why no one else was present.
Managing to find the door to the attic, Zaxoth quickly stepped into the room, once again, having to take a moment for his eyes to adjust to a darker room. Suddenly, whatever had been moving stopped, turning to watch the new arrival from the shadows. Or at least it felt like something was watching him. All he could tell for certain was that there was something large in the even-darker corner, and he could have sworn that it was staring directly at him.
Hesitating for a moment, he moved his hands to the hilts of his katanas, casually unsheathing the weapons. As he started to step closer toward whatever it was, a light moan moved upward through the building, starting from the very foundation. As the sound died away, Zaxoth rose from the crouched position he had quickly taken when the noise started. A light crack formed in the corner, and he turned his gray eyes toward it, raising his swords into a defensive stance. Preparing to lunge forward, he was almost disappointed when a chunk of the ceiling gave way, showing itself to be the source of the noise.
However, as the dust from the motion settled, a decently-sized beam of light poured into the corner, falling upon a large statue of some sort of winged demon. Lowering his weapons, Zaxoth rose and stepped toward it, inwardly kicking himself for having been wary of nothing more than a statue. Eyeing it once more, he hesitated a moment. It was certainly made of stone, and yet it was not quite right. For one thing, whoever sculpted this was highly talented and detailed, portraying the beast as it had begun to pounce on whatever it had been attacking.
Walking directly up to the thing, Zaxoth tapped it with the tip of one of his katanas, verifying that it was, indeed, made of solid stone. Leaning forward to stare through the whole in the ceiling, he watched as a dark cloud floated overhead. Turning back toward the entryway, he had only begun to leave when the light ceased to enter the room, having been blocked by the traveling cloud. As yet another moan moved upward from the foundation of the temple, Zaxoth suddenly found himself heading toward the floor, having been tackled by a very large something. Quickly allowing the momentum to carry him into a roll, he kicked back with his legs, forcing his attacker to continue forward. Taking only a second to lay on the ground, he leapt to his feet, once more resuming a defensive stance, locking his gaze on what had attacked him.
Silhouetted against the dim light from the entry door, he saw that he had been attacked by the statue itself, and that it was now turning for yet another lunge. Dropping to a very low crouch, Zaxoth prepared for the coming impact. However, another crack formed in the temple, spraying the beast with dust. Light poured in, touching the beast’s ankles just as it leapt. The beast did not quite make its intended attack as planned, as it soon found its ankles to have returned to stone, and fell onto the floor. No longer in the light, it soon recovered, diving forward.
Placing the katanas point-downward, Zaxoth leapt just as the gargoyle impacted the metal. Flipping over the rushing mass, he landed in another low crouch behind it, turning around as quickly as he could, watching as it skidded to a halt and prepared for another attack. Yet again, a moan tore through the temple, this time causing larger cracks along the walls. As light filtered in, causing a field of intense beams, Zaxoth switched to an attack stance, rising a few inches, and moved toward the creature.
Moving in repeated jerking motions, the monster managed to continue toward its target, moving a massive limb, attempting to swat the intruder away. As the arm passed through the beams of light, it alternated from stone to flesh, finally meeting Zaxoth’s katanas in the midst of a beam, emitting a loud scraping as the blades bit into the hard rock. Zaxoth took a step backward, adjusting accordingly, and pressed onward, swinging another blade, which met the second arm of the gargoyle, this time in the shadow, allowing the blade to slice directly through.
Howling in pain and rage, the gargoyle swung the other arm again, this impact occurring in the light, allowing the stone alteration to act as a shield. Zaxoth, kicking the fallen limb aside, stepped around to the monster’s left, attempting to keep on the side that was lacking the most direct form of attack. Keeping one arm up so that he could deflect any attempts from the creature’s right arm, he swiped a blade toward its legs. As the blade dug in, the monster moved its leg into the light, causing the flesh to become stone, sealing the weapon inside.
Not thinking to let go, Zaxoth plunged forward, dropping his other katana to the floor, throwing his hands out in front of himself in an attempt to keep from being completely vulnerable. As his hands touched the floor, he began a roll forward in order to evade any attacks the beast might make while he was down, only to have a massive, stone leg smash into him, sending him sprawling against a wall. Shaking his head a little, he leapt to his feet, glancing toward the blade on the floor. As another shudder made its way through the temple, the floorboards creaked loudly. The gargoyle, not liking all the disturbances, bounded its one remaining fist on the floor, causing a hole to be torn through. Sliding its now-stone legs across the floor, it knocked the katana through the gap.
Blinking in slight dismay, Zaxoth heard the metal clatter to the floor far below. Rolling his shoulders to loosen up, he reached beneath his cloak, pulling out his throwing daggers, as yet another sound made its way through the temple. However, this one was larger and louder than those before, and the entire building shuddered, groaning in protest. Tossing the daggers toward his enemy quickly, Zaxoth was knocked off his feet, falling to the floorboards of the temple attic. The gargoyle, also knocked off its feet, fell to the floor as well, only to smash directly through. Just before the gargoyle impacted with the floor below, the entire building gave one last resounding creak, before the entire structure shattered into splinters, bathing the area in dust, pebbles, and sunlight.
Upon impact with the ground, Zaxoth lay still, very much in pain and slightly winded, making a brief checklist of any injuries. Luckily for him, he had not broken anything. Looking to his right, he reached out and grabbed his katana, which lay beneath a thin coat of debris. Leaping to his feet, he turned in the direction that the gargoyle had been, only to find a shattered rock pile. Pausing for a second before he realized that the sunlight must have hit the gargoyle just before it hit the ground, he relaxed, sighing heavily. Until he realized that the villagers were staring at him through where the walls had been hardly a moment before.
Edging his way toward the remains of the creature, he attempted to salvage his second katana, but was very disappointed to see that it had been heavily warped from the impact. Glancing slightly to the katana in his hand, he tossed it aside, not being one to enjoy using only a single sword in battle, as his personal style required two blades when sword fighting.
Suddenly unsure of what to do now, he started to walk away from the rubble, shaking the dust from his cloak. A sudden voice behind him caused him to stop. “What happened here?” Quickly turning to face the one who had spoken, he looked over the new arrival, taking it all in as briefly as he could. Wearing a white robe, longbow across his back, and lengthened broadsword at his side, a cherub stood near where the altar had been, gazing around the wreckage in shock. Eyes opened suddenly all along the beings body, even on the white wings which were now folding against his back. Focusing his pale blue eyes, which were currently too numerous to count, on Zaxoth, the cherub spoke again. “What did you do?”
Folding his arms across his chest, Zaxoth glanced around the rubble once more. The walls had been shattered, reduced to nothing more than either fine dust or pebbles, and the benches had fallen into piles of sawdust. The only thing that remained standing was a towering clock, which was still ticking the seconds away. Returning his gaze to the angel, he replied, “I came to see what I was to do, but no one was here.”
Drawing his longbow, the one known as Menorious knocked an arrow, tacking careful aim. “So you decided to destroy the entire temple?” As he realized that the angel was about to attack, Zaxoth removed the scythes from his shoulders. The entire village had grown deathly silent, as the townspeople had taken cover at first sight of the angel. Now, only the steady ticking of the clock made any sound. The two stood silent, staring at each other, both at opposite ends of the cracked foundation.
As a breeze blew through the town, picking up dust and scattering it away, the small particles suddenly began to slow down, and the ticking, at first occurring every second, now seemed to have a gap of at least a minute, as the two prepared to attack. Menorious let the arrow fly, instantly taking another from his quiver, knocking it, and firing it in the exact direction that he had fired the first. Tick. Leaning quickly to the left, Zaxoth narrowly avoided being hit, the arrows whistling past his right ear. Continuing to move left, he tried to stay one step ahead as the angel continued to release a constant stream of arrows. Every arrow that missed evaporated once they had gone farther than twenty feet from the temple, reforming within the cherub’s quiver.
Ducking low and rolling to his right, Zaxoth avoided the stream as it swept along at torso-level, ending in a low crouch. Feeling the hair stand up on the back of his neck, he dropped fully to the floor, locking his eyes on his attacker. Menorious, having taken a moment to pause in his archery, had thrust his hand out quickly, sending a ripple through the air. At the molecular level, everything touched by the thin ripple became highly polarized, instantly developing a strong charge. Pulling his hand back, Menorious summoned the charge to his hand, causing a sharp blast of lightning to fill the air. Tock.
Pushing quickly off the ground, Zaxoth lifted his scythes, and darted forward, weaving from side to side as arrow after arrow screamed toward him, the constant stream attempting to collide with its intended target. Soon reaching a distance of three feet away from the angel, Zaxoth spun to his left, avoiding a few more arrows, this time bringing both scythes around in a horizontal course, attempting to hit the angel, if not destroy the bow, at the least. Neither intention was fulfilled, as Menorious’ hands blurred, returning his bow to his back, and drew his broadsword. Stepping back, the angel leaned backward, avoiding one scythe, before darting forward, weapon raised, and caught the second one.
Being jerked to a stop, Zaxoth quickly duck, swiping the free scythe just above the floor, twisting back to his right. Menorious, aided by his wings, leapt over Zaxoth, landing in a low crouch on his other side, quickly moving his sword to deflect the coming scythe, before bringing his sword up over his head, again blocking yet another attack. Tick. Stepping away quickly, Menorious spun around, bringing his sword up in front of himself, in an effort to block another oncoming swing. However, as the sword caught the scythe at the point between shaft and blade, Zaxoth shifted his position toward the middle of the scythe shaft, bringing the other scythe along below the first. Menorious, unable to pull his sword away from the curved blade, had to let go in order to dodge the lower attack.
Upon releasing the sword, the angel leapt backward, flipping in midair, and brought out his bow in the process, resuming the stream of arrows as he landed. Zaxoth, weaving between the coming bolts, tossed his scythes away, lowering his upper body. Just as Menorious touched the ground, another arrow ready to fly, he found Zaxoth directly in front of him. Both moved at the same time, Menorious touching the arrowhead to Zaxoth’s temple, and Zaxoth extending one of his wrist blades so that its point was grazing the angel’s throat. Tock.
As the pendulum resumed its usual pace, the two remained standing perfectly still, both considering how to keep the other from avoiding his attack while dodging the attack of the other. Menorious quickly positioned his wings, folding them around behind Zaxoth so that he had no where to run. Zaxoth however, lifted a boot, bringing it down on Menorious’ foot. Hard. The bottom of his boots, which usually clicked against stone tile, revealed exactly why they did so. Several small spikes protruded from the bottom of his boot, digging into the angel’s foot.
Arching an eyebrow and preparing to thrust the blade, should the angel decide to attack despite the evidence that it would not be the best idea, Zaxoth smirked quietly. “Your call.”
Although showing signs of use, the temple appeared to be vacant, and, other than the sounds of the village outside, the only thing his ears could pick up was his own light breathing. Venturing deeper into the small temple, he continued to find no evidence that anyone else was present. In fact, it seemed that the temple had been vacated. Taking a slight note of this, he simply shrugged it off due to it likely not being a day for the temple rites to be performed. But, even still, there would have been some form of clergy present at all times.
As his boots clicked against the cold stone floor, he pulled his cloak closer about himself, also sliding his fingers across the hilts of his katanas. Reaching the far end of the temple sanctuary, he paused, allowing his cloak to settle. Ears twitching, he focused his attention on a faint sound coming from above. There was someone present, and whoever it was, the person was in the attic, growing restless. Locating a nearby staircase, Zaxoth headed upward. If nothing else, whoever was in the attic should be capable of informing him why no one else was present.
Managing to find the door to the attic, Zaxoth quickly stepped into the room, once again, having to take a moment for his eyes to adjust to a darker room. Suddenly, whatever had been moving stopped, turning to watch the new arrival from the shadows. Or at least it felt like something was watching him. All he could tell for certain was that there was something large in the even-darker corner, and he could have sworn that it was staring directly at him.
Hesitating for a moment, he moved his hands to the hilts of his katanas, casually unsheathing the weapons. As he started to step closer toward whatever it was, a light moan moved upward through the building, starting from the very foundation. As the sound died away, Zaxoth rose from the crouched position he had quickly taken when the noise started. A light crack formed in the corner, and he turned his gray eyes toward it, raising his swords into a defensive stance. Preparing to lunge forward, he was almost disappointed when a chunk of the ceiling gave way, showing itself to be the source of the noise.
However, as the dust from the motion settled, a decently-sized beam of light poured into the corner, falling upon a large statue of some sort of winged demon. Lowering his weapons, Zaxoth rose and stepped toward it, inwardly kicking himself for having been wary of nothing more than a statue. Eyeing it once more, he hesitated a moment. It was certainly made of stone, and yet it was not quite right. For one thing, whoever sculpted this was highly talented and detailed, portraying the beast as it had begun to pounce on whatever it had been attacking.
Walking directly up to the thing, Zaxoth tapped it with the tip of one of his katanas, verifying that it was, indeed, made of solid stone. Leaning forward to stare through the whole in the ceiling, he watched as a dark cloud floated overhead. Turning back toward the entryway, he had only begun to leave when the light ceased to enter the room, having been blocked by the traveling cloud. As yet another moan moved upward from the foundation of the temple, Zaxoth suddenly found himself heading toward the floor, having been tackled by a very large something. Quickly allowing the momentum to carry him into a roll, he kicked back with his legs, forcing his attacker to continue forward. Taking only a second to lay on the ground, he leapt to his feet, once more resuming a defensive stance, locking his gaze on what had attacked him.
Silhouetted against the dim light from the entry door, he saw that he had been attacked by the statue itself, and that it was now turning for yet another lunge. Dropping to a very low crouch, Zaxoth prepared for the coming impact. However, another crack formed in the temple, spraying the beast with dust. Light poured in, touching the beast’s ankles just as it leapt. The beast did not quite make its intended attack as planned, as it soon found its ankles to have returned to stone, and fell onto the floor. No longer in the light, it soon recovered, diving forward.
Placing the katanas point-downward, Zaxoth leapt just as the gargoyle impacted the metal. Flipping over the rushing mass, he landed in another low crouch behind it, turning around as quickly as he could, watching as it skidded to a halt and prepared for another attack. Yet again, a moan tore through the temple, this time causing larger cracks along the walls. As light filtered in, causing a field of intense beams, Zaxoth switched to an attack stance, rising a few inches, and moved toward the creature.
Moving in repeated jerking motions, the monster managed to continue toward its target, moving a massive limb, attempting to swat the intruder away. As the arm passed through the beams of light, it alternated from stone to flesh, finally meeting Zaxoth’s katanas in the midst of a beam, emitting a loud scraping as the blades bit into the hard rock. Zaxoth took a step backward, adjusting accordingly, and pressed onward, swinging another blade, which met the second arm of the gargoyle, this time in the shadow, allowing the blade to slice directly through.
Howling in pain and rage, the gargoyle swung the other arm again, this impact occurring in the light, allowing the stone alteration to act as a shield. Zaxoth, kicking the fallen limb aside, stepped around to the monster’s left, attempting to keep on the side that was lacking the most direct form of attack. Keeping one arm up so that he could deflect any attempts from the creature’s right arm, he swiped a blade toward its legs. As the blade dug in, the monster moved its leg into the light, causing the flesh to become stone, sealing the weapon inside.
Not thinking to let go, Zaxoth plunged forward, dropping his other katana to the floor, throwing his hands out in front of himself in an attempt to keep from being completely vulnerable. As his hands touched the floor, he began a roll forward in order to evade any attacks the beast might make while he was down, only to have a massive, stone leg smash into him, sending him sprawling against a wall. Shaking his head a little, he leapt to his feet, glancing toward the blade on the floor. As another shudder made its way through the temple, the floorboards creaked loudly. The gargoyle, not liking all the disturbances, bounded its one remaining fist on the floor, causing a hole to be torn through. Sliding its now-stone legs across the floor, it knocked the katana through the gap.
Blinking in slight dismay, Zaxoth heard the metal clatter to the floor far below. Rolling his shoulders to loosen up, he reached beneath his cloak, pulling out his throwing daggers, as yet another sound made its way through the temple. However, this one was larger and louder than those before, and the entire building shuddered, groaning in protest. Tossing the daggers toward his enemy quickly, Zaxoth was knocked off his feet, falling to the floorboards of the temple attic. The gargoyle, also knocked off its feet, fell to the floor as well, only to smash directly through. Just before the gargoyle impacted with the floor below, the entire building gave one last resounding creak, before the entire structure shattered into splinters, bathing the area in dust, pebbles, and sunlight.
Upon impact with the ground, Zaxoth lay still, very much in pain and slightly winded, making a brief checklist of any injuries. Luckily for him, he had not broken anything. Looking to his right, he reached out and grabbed his katana, which lay beneath a thin coat of debris. Leaping to his feet, he turned in the direction that the gargoyle had been, only to find a shattered rock pile. Pausing for a second before he realized that the sunlight must have hit the gargoyle just before it hit the ground, he relaxed, sighing heavily. Until he realized that the villagers were staring at him through where the walls had been hardly a moment before.
Edging his way toward the remains of the creature, he attempted to salvage his second katana, but was very disappointed to see that it had been heavily warped from the impact. Glancing slightly to the katana in his hand, he tossed it aside, not being one to enjoy using only a single sword in battle, as his personal style required two blades when sword fighting.
Suddenly unsure of what to do now, he started to walk away from the rubble, shaking the dust from his cloak. A sudden voice behind him caused him to stop. “What happened here?” Quickly turning to face the one who had spoken, he looked over the new arrival, taking it all in as briefly as he could. Wearing a white robe, longbow across his back, and lengthened broadsword at his side, a cherub stood near where the altar had been, gazing around the wreckage in shock. Eyes opened suddenly all along the beings body, even on the white wings which were now folding against his back. Focusing his pale blue eyes, which were currently too numerous to count, on Zaxoth, the cherub spoke again. “What did you do?”
Folding his arms across his chest, Zaxoth glanced around the rubble once more. The walls had been shattered, reduced to nothing more than either fine dust or pebbles, and the benches had fallen into piles of sawdust. The only thing that remained standing was a towering clock, which was still ticking the seconds away. Returning his gaze to the angel, he replied, “I came to see what I was to do, but no one was here.”
Drawing his longbow, the one known as Menorious knocked an arrow, tacking careful aim. “So you decided to destroy the entire temple?” As he realized that the angel was about to attack, Zaxoth removed the scythes from his shoulders. The entire village had grown deathly silent, as the townspeople had taken cover at first sight of the angel. Now, only the steady ticking of the clock made any sound. The two stood silent, staring at each other, both at opposite ends of the cracked foundation.
As a breeze blew through the town, picking up dust and scattering it away, the small particles suddenly began to slow down, and the ticking, at first occurring every second, now seemed to have a gap of at least a minute, as the two prepared to attack. Menorious let the arrow fly, instantly taking another from his quiver, knocking it, and firing it in the exact direction that he had fired the first. Tick. Leaning quickly to the left, Zaxoth narrowly avoided being hit, the arrows whistling past his right ear. Continuing to move left, he tried to stay one step ahead as the angel continued to release a constant stream of arrows. Every arrow that missed evaporated once they had gone farther than twenty feet from the temple, reforming within the cherub’s quiver.
Ducking low and rolling to his right, Zaxoth avoided the stream as it swept along at torso-level, ending in a low crouch. Feeling the hair stand up on the back of his neck, he dropped fully to the floor, locking his eyes on his attacker. Menorious, having taken a moment to pause in his archery, had thrust his hand out quickly, sending a ripple through the air. At the molecular level, everything touched by the thin ripple became highly polarized, instantly developing a strong charge. Pulling his hand back, Menorious summoned the charge to his hand, causing a sharp blast of lightning to fill the air. Tock.
Pushing quickly off the ground, Zaxoth lifted his scythes, and darted forward, weaving from side to side as arrow after arrow screamed toward him, the constant stream attempting to collide with its intended target. Soon reaching a distance of three feet away from the angel, Zaxoth spun to his left, avoiding a few more arrows, this time bringing both scythes around in a horizontal course, attempting to hit the angel, if not destroy the bow, at the least. Neither intention was fulfilled, as Menorious’ hands blurred, returning his bow to his back, and drew his broadsword. Stepping back, the angel leaned backward, avoiding one scythe, before darting forward, weapon raised, and caught the second one.
Being jerked to a stop, Zaxoth quickly duck, swiping the free scythe just above the floor, twisting back to his right. Menorious, aided by his wings, leapt over Zaxoth, landing in a low crouch on his other side, quickly moving his sword to deflect the coming scythe, before bringing his sword up over his head, again blocking yet another attack. Tick. Stepping away quickly, Menorious spun around, bringing his sword up in front of himself, in an effort to block another oncoming swing. However, as the sword caught the scythe at the point between shaft and blade, Zaxoth shifted his position toward the middle of the scythe shaft, bringing the other scythe along below the first. Menorious, unable to pull his sword away from the curved blade, had to let go in order to dodge the lower attack.
Upon releasing the sword, the angel leapt backward, flipping in midair, and brought out his bow in the process, resuming the stream of arrows as he landed. Zaxoth, weaving between the coming bolts, tossed his scythes away, lowering his upper body. Just as Menorious touched the ground, another arrow ready to fly, he found Zaxoth directly in front of him. Both moved at the same time, Menorious touching the arrowhead to Zaxoth’s temple, and Zaxoth extending one of his wrist blades so that its point was grazing the angel’s throat. Tock.
As the pendulum resumed its usual pace, the two remained standing perfectly still, both considering how to keep the other from avoiding his attack while dodging the attack of the other. Menorious quickly positioned his wings, folding them around behind Zaxoth so that he had no where to run. Zaxoth however, lifted a boot, bringing it down on Menorious’ foot. Hard. The bottom of his boots, which usually clicked against stone tile, revealed exactly why they did so. Several small spikes protruded from the bottom of his boot, digging into the angel’s foot.
Arching an eyebrow and preparing to thrust the blade, should the angel decide to attack despite the evidence that it would not be the best idea, Zaxoth smirked quietly. “Your call.”
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On July 6th 2007 mattgixxer750 Said : | |
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Have you wrote anymore yet??? when you get done are you going to get it published? |
| On April 17th 2007 ohiostate1154 Said : | |
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thats awesome...i really got in to reading that... |
| On January 29th 2007 OyOyOy Said : | |
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NICE writing. honestly it's not my typical type of story, but i'm gonna keep reading it just cause i like the style so much. keep it up! |
| On December 29th 2006 mattgixxer750 Said : | |
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fuckin awesome
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| On December 13th 2006 JLOVE3 Said : | |
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Dude! you can't leave me hanging like that.it is going to kill me. keep wroking on it! |
