Post by thapunkpred15 on Feb 24, 2008 0:23:37 GMT -5
The sky hued to a dark red color. The smell of fire and smoke filtered the air. Men were screaming and making multiple battle cries. Swords beheading the fighters. Some bleeding to death due to internal injuries. It was the Spartans and Gladiators. After a agonizing two hours of battle the Spartans won this gruesome conflict with the most violent men of Rome. On the rocky terrian the bodies of the fallen rested.
Standing tall was the Spartnas leader, Haelous. He survived with a small cut over his cheek and a busted lip.
He turned to his remaining clan. He rose his bloodstained sword and shouted."He has not forsaken us. If it wasn't for him we wouldn't survive this battle." One of the injured soldiers spoke out."Who is this he that you speak of? It can't possibly be lord Zeus can it?" Haelous stared at the soldier with no expression his eyes remained dark and silent."Don't bother yourself with who it is. Just thank the gods that your living. Now the ones that have fallen do have the idea of what victory tastes like."
In a instant a small voice blew into the wind passing up Haelous face blowing his curly brown hair. It said."You owe me. I gave you untapped power to defeat the Gladiators."This voice was evil. Haelous eyes lit up and his helmet covered his eyes only showing darkness. His sword propelled towards one of his men. The thick weapon skewered the victim breaking through his chestplate damaging his ribcage and tearing through the heart. The other men shook in fear. This wasn't normal at all. Haelous murdering his own crewmate?
Soon enough more blood soiled the ground. They all fell to their knees. Far away on the highest hill was a handsome god named Hermes. He was a messenger god. Something like Zeus tattle tell if needed. Apparently he witnessed the murder of the Spartans. He knew this was out of line and he proceeds to go inform lord Zeus.
More to come.....
Standing tall was the Spartnas leader, Haelous. He survived with a small cut over his cheek and a busted lip.
He turned to his remaining clan. He rose his bloodstained sword and shouted."He has not forsaken us. If it wasn't for him we wouldn't survive this battle." One of the injured soldiers spoke out."Who is this he that you speak of? It can't possibly be lord Zeus can it?" Haelous stared at the soldier with no expression his eyes remained dark and silent."Don't bother yourself with who it is. Just thank the gods that your living. Now the ones that have fallen do have the idea of what victory tastes like."
In a instant a small voice blew into the wind passing up Haelous face blowing his curly brown hair. It said."You owe me. I gave you untapped power to defeat the Gladiators."This voice was evil. Haelous eyes lit up and his helmet covered his eyes only showing darkness. His sword propelled towards one of his men. The thick weapon skewered the victim breaking through his chestplate damaging his ribcage and tearing through the heart. The other men shook in fear. This wasn't normal at all. Haelous murdering his own crewmate?
Soon enough more blood soiled the ground. They all fell to their knees. Far away on the highest hill was a handsome god named Hermes. He was a messenger god. Something like Zeus tattle tell if needed. Apparently he witnessed the murder of the Spartans. He knew this was out of line and he proceeds to go inform lord Zeus.
More to come.....
