Short Story : The King And The God

She slowed her pace and watched as the larger man pushed the blade into the other man who dropped to the ground. She stopped running and became transfixed with the unfolding drama in front of her.

When Katsa fishes him out, she and Bitterblue dress the wound in his shoulder, slump him over a horse, and set out for the king was not dead and the only one who could kill him was knocked out.

Gulia hoping, blocking and dodging when finally she had managed to strike Chastiefol sending it back and having it land near King. King made it float as Guila started charging

“Some things you can’t control Ekko, like the death of your despicable friends against my mighty strength,” Darius exclaimed as he proudly propped his weapon onto his shoulder while the constant pinging of blood falling from the blade of the axe and hitting the pavement resonated throughout the courtyard.

Salvation came in the form of a silver elven blade, launched into the forehead of Thorin's attacker. Backed against the frozen waterfall's edge, the dwarf king could see that the projectile came from the blond elf, Legolas, Gemma had called him, who battled Azog's spawn on the collapsed tower below. The elven prince had also provided him cover fire as he battled Azog's minions. Thorin caught the elf's eye and gave a sharp nod of appreciation, which was returned. The orc above him staggered slightly, and Thorin barely managed to catch the sword's hilt before the body pitched over the edge. Thorin raised the blade and grinned in recognition. Orcrist felt comfortable and reassuring in his hand.

This time 'A' turns the edge of the karambit inward towards the attackers arm and presses down, cutting into the flesh.

"Oh, get it a rest," Caterina grumbled, quickly becoming irritated with all of the testosterone in the air, and she pushed her way past them to approach the walker closest to them. It turned on her with a hungry snarl and started reaching out, but she knocked its hands away before she grabbed it by its shoulder and slammed it back against one of the towers. She flipped her knife in her hand and stabbed the blade into its forehead. The body instantly fell limp, and she allowed it to slide to the

Hopeful Akakios and his father, Aegeus, wheeled their cart through the main road of an unfamiliar, desolate town. As they continued walking by the downtrodden buildings, the archer Teucer, from his towering perch, looked down upon them. Teucer fired a shot from his bow towards the man and his boy – narrowly missing them. Aegeus and Akakios both dove on the ground, bringing their cart down with them – the contents of the cart scattered onto the rough ground. Aegeus, looking up, glimpsed the head of the archer, and tried to protect the boy. Teucer again drew his bow on the man. On this occasion, Apollo guided the archer’s bow, and the archer let fly a swift arrow. The arrow sped through the air and pierced the skin of Aegeus. Down in the dust he fell, clutching his leg.

The scalpel cuts through the leg in a clean slice. It takes a bit of time but we finally get to

“H-hey, kid… You have to get out of here” The old janitor sputtered, as he coughed blood all over his uniform. “It’s not safe anymore” The janitor spat a large globule of blood to the floor. “Take this knife and run, there’s nothing here for you now.” The janitor pulled free a long silver dagger from the inside of his uniform, and handed it over to Tristin.

Terror made me strong as I jumped up with all the strength in my body sending Hawkfrost, Thistleclaw, and Snowtuft flying. Hawkfrost landed on his paws. "I trained you too well," he growled, his gaze locking on my throat. I backed up as he jumped, but his claws pierced my tail, pining me to the ground. Snowtuft and Thistleclaw attacked me from opposite side, their claws slicing my ears. I slipped away from them and crashed into Hawkfrost. His claws stabbed my shoulders, forcing me down. I gasped as I saw his teeth flash by my throat. Then I saw a black pelt jump over the gorse, and heard paws thump beside me. "Get off her!" Hollyleaf snarled as she rammed Hawkfrost off me. I managed to scramble to my paws and turn on Thistleclaw and Snowtuft.

“No, not now..” She whispers to herself. She is close to the adult now. She absorbs the rest of her energy into flinging herself of a fallen tree, letting out a furious yell, and onto the adults shoulders. She reers back her hand with the stick, then stabbing him repeatedly in the neck. Blood squirts out of his neck. She stabs his vocal cord and blood goes everywhere, even in her smiling mouth. Blood stains her arms

Thinking of skeletons, Kat’s focus returned to her creation. It got a rib ripped off by the Ghoul who was growling at the warrior made of bones. Her creation was not phased much by it, not like the skeleton had any pain receptors anyways. It swung the one-handed sword down onto the head of the ghoul, cracking it open and letting blood flow as the ghoul’s body hit the church floor.

Orion tried going for the knight but his sword was flung away by Terces’ shield. He smacked Orion to the ground and pointed his blade at him.

She gauged his reactions. She could see the twin tides between them; the question of which one would wash over the other. Her eyes met his. She tensed her legs waiting for the right second. Then she leapt into the air propelling herself into a powerful kick. Her foot struck Drachneg’s chest driving him from his horse and into a nearby tree. She watched him stagger to his feet. “You really don’t want to do that.”