The story of blood

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Well i was thinking of righting a short, intense story. heres the first part!

Warning: it gets kind of grahpic

He was lying on the ground, muscles sore, unconscious, full of anything but good feelings. his expensive clothes where torn. he was lying in port royal, or at least, the hollow shell of what was once a grand port. the fort was in ruins, most of the towns folk where killed. and, to top it all off his war frigate, the victory sultan, was at the bottom filled with fury cannon balls. the skeletons who attacked where merciless. they killed everyone, woman, children, whoever. the buildings where burnt and filled with cannon ball holes. he had no idea where he was in port royal. he had a concussion, from the casa de muterous guild member who had knocked him out and left him there to starve. he groaned and got up. luckily, the only thing he forgot is where in port royal he was. Looking around, he saw the pile of wood that was the rowdy rooster, and the butcher shop. the butcher him self was lying in a heap of guts.

Then the memories of the battle hit him. the skeleton, the endless waves of skeletons, the man with the two black sabers who knocked him out, the screaming, the gore. It came to fast for his brain to handle it, and he blacked out.

He then was awoken to the sound of pounding feet, marching in unison. his eyes weren't open. Slowly, his hand made its way for the powerful pistol he had hidden in his long coat. Suddenly he sprang up, and the skeletons that where marching toward him paused. they weren't a big group, only six, and one big one that was slightly glowing. Aiming his pistol at the big one, he said "hello mate, nice day, isn't it?" then it fell with a deafening blast, his rotten brains going everywhere. There was no time to celebrate, as the smaller bone heads drew there weapons and charged. much to there dismay, by the time they had there weapons out half of them where dead with clean, swift sword cuts through them.the skeletons where fearless and charged. the first one drew his pistol, but the man cut off his hand so fast, his broad, heavy blade was like lighting. he stabbed him, grabbed another wrist that helped a dagger, twisted, and it came off. cutting his head off, the deflected another blade, leaving the skeletons sword next to his bony leg. I guess i don't have to tell you what happened next.The next 5 seconds where a blur of flying limbs, sparks, and the heavy blade the man used.


The man laughed at how easy that was. His name was roger swordshot, and he just killed a patrol of skeletons singled handed n less than a minute. not some one to mess with, as his enemies will and already have found out.


Like it? hate it? comments are welcome!