The Bringer of Blood

I felt the urge to write something about Juan, anything, so I decided to do a random portion of the story to share as well as to make me feel satisfied...

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Argath had only enough time to raise his claymore before his attacker rushed past him, making a clean cut at the spot beneath his rib cage, where his armor was the softest. He looked down upon his wound, then up towards its maker, and found that two other rogue paladins in his group had met with similar fates. Slowly, with his life escaping in the form of bright, red blood, Argath fell to the floor, moving no more.

The unknown killer continued his ascent up the hill after scoring his third kill. With only two layers of tunic, donned upon his slender frame, he was vulnerable to any attack. However, the two swords that he held in each hand argued that fact. His arms guided the blades with amazing speed and accuracy, slashing too fast for any parry, and too accurate for any shield or armor to deny.

Seeing that Argath, Trog, and Renil had fallen to this dual wielding attacker, Zesrh had no intention of suffering the same fate. Reeling on his heels, he broke into a frantic charge into the bushes, where he knew he would escape. Or so he thought. The tip of a blade pierced cleanly through his right calf as he ran, diminishing all his hopes of escape. Wincing from the pain from his calf, Zesrh turned slowly to acknowledge the attacker, and for his last moments, managed to catch a glimpse of the attacker under the moonlight.

The attacker had short, white hair, which resembled a vampire ancient. His features bore even more resemblance to the blood-sucking race- Thin, bony facial features, coupled with black sclera and green, glowing pupils, the same ones that Argath had sighted in the trees just moments ago. However, what terrified Zesrh was the fact that he had three eyes, the third one located just above the brow, in the center of his forehead. The eye was vertical, and shared the same glow as the other two, except that the glow was yellowish instead of green. Sporting pale blue skin, the attacker looked too much like a vampire, apart from his third eye.

“V…vampi-” was all Zesrh could mutter before a narrow blade sliced across his throat, ending his final attempt at speech.

The fifth rogue paladin, Kor, wasn’t one of fear. Lifting his broadsword, he charged towards the three-eyed attacker, his mind devoid of fear. His broadsword was met with another of its kind, and the sound of the parry rang loudly through the silent grove. Quickly, Kor’s left hand reached for his belt, where his wicked dagger was placed. Hoping that the parry would hold his attacker off, Kor thrust his dagger forth towards the assailant’s midsection. The assailant saw it coming, and thrust his hips backwards forcefully, and the dagger pierced only air. Tilting his parrying sword with a flick of his wrist, the three-eyed attacker brought his sword down along Kor’s blade, and slashed at his wrist. Kor screamed in pain as his blade – and hand- fell to the ground. Pain and terror screamed at him, as he saw his own severed hand on the ground, in a pool of bright, red blood. His pain and fear were short-lived, for as soon as he glanced up to face the merciless killer, twin blades pierced both his lungs, putting the last of the rogue paladins to eternal sleep.
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