Post by DEATH97 on Jan 22, 2008 2:13:11 GMT -5
( I felt bad that everything I have posted here is unfinished. Although I'm proud of the work I do... sometimes. I tend to start projects that are, well really, really long. So I decided to whip up this little short story so I at least have something complete here. If it seems rushed, its cause it is, I'll trim the edges later.)
Do not fear anything. Do not give up. True leaders speak more than these words. They step out into the battlefield, and share the fate of their comrades. It is their sweat they give, and their blood that is left behind if need be. One such leader stands with his brothers this night. The Arena is full of spectators who's screams for more action is deafening. Some shout out the names of their favorite Heroes of the arena. One man can not hear their cries. His focus is on the battle at hand. This leader. This warrior of men, stands at the center of his brothers, as they face their opponents. They approach each other, both wearing the armor, and colors of their land. A battle was being waged this night, but they do not attack, but stop mere feet from each other. Silence comes over the battlefield, as the warriors stare each other down. Each man weighing the worth of the man standing before him.
For years they have traded blows, both have won their battles, but the war was far from over. Now it has come to this. The leader stood tall, as he shook his head slightly. The golden helmet upon his armored body was worn from its many battles, yet even at night it still reflected what light was in the arena. Others in his situation might panic, but his breathing was steady. His senses were honed like his skills, to the highest level. It was crucial for them to let their opponent make the first move, and then suddenly he sees it.
The other Champion signals his men into action. The Golden warrior doesn't have to give his men an order, for like him, they were trained well. Each man rushes forward, clashing with their opponents. The warrior seeks only their champion, for he knows without him, they will win this eve. His movement is swift, as he leaps over the two men entangled before him. He focuses on his target, but through the corners of his eyes he sees his chances are bleak. His men are falling, one after the other. He had only this one chance.
He twists his torso, and spins avoiding being speared by an incoming warrior. He is almost to his target, but he sees a rather large armored opponent between him and their champion. He doesn't have time to avoid this behemoth, his mind reverts back to his training, and on pure instinct he lowers his head and meets the giant at his midsection, he stands quickly lifting his arms and uses the large warriors momentum to throw him over his back.
Now it is just the two of them, the golden warrior, and the opposing champion. The warrior can see the fear in his enemies eyes, as they dart around looking for help from his men, but it would come too late. The Golden warrior lunges forward and in an instant it is over. The enemies leader falls helplessly to the ground, as the crowd screams, rising to their feet, to show their approval. The Golden warrior stands and just like that, any pain he has sustained in this battle vanishes, for he knows tomorrow the newspapers will read.... Tigers beat the Jayhawks 36 to 28