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Sorry it's been so long for the next chapter. Life's been busy. Hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter, and expect another one pretty soon. Apologies again.
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Chapter 4: The Guards Revolt.
Nyoob ran as fast as he could through the brambles, which tugged and snatched at his cloak which followed behind him, like lions, snatching at their near dead prey.
Bursting free of the brambles, Nyoob was now overlooking a small patch of green field on a Cliffside. Looking up, he could see him there, the one who had started all this, standing right by the edge of the cliff. In his hands were a small girl, no more than 4 or 5, scrambling and fighting against the mans hold on her, but he was too strong.
Nyoob didn’t stop running. His feet slapping against the wet grass, he threw himself forward at the speed of a bullet, heading directly towards this man and the girl. As he closed in on them, the man slowly turned, and with a sinister grin, tossed the girl over the edge of the cliff.
Nyoob didn’t stop once he reached the edge. With a quick dive he instantly followed the girl over the edge. They were both plummeting, falling through the air, the sea and rocks below coming up to meet them fast. Nyoob held out his hands, flailing and grabbing towards the small girl, who wasn’t even crying. She looked up at Nyoob with a smile on her face. Nyoob screamed, and she turned around.
The water below was coming at the fastest rate ever now, and as Nyoob watched she hit the water with a sickening...
Explosion. Nyoob jolted upright in his cell. He had been dreaming again, the same stupid dream. He hated reliving the moment over and over again. His head was sweaty and his fringe stuck to his forehead. Wiping it with his sleeve, he turned over on the stone floor which is when he realised something.
His cell was full of smoke, and he could see the glaze of a fire not too far off. Not only that, but his cell door had been bust open and the wall to his right didn’t seem to exist anymore. It was also then he realised the faint cry of war in the distance. The prison was obviously under attack, and Nyoob was defenceless.
He immediately jumped to his feet and walked to his cell door, which was now bent out of proportion, as if made of plastic, instead of strong iron. Peering his head around, he could see the guard patrolling his corridor was sprawled out on the ground, unconscious. It seemed that something of huge force was dropped onto the prison, but Nyoob had no time to investigate, unless the next thing was to be dropped on his head.
He ran to the guard, picked up his sword and measured it up in his hand. Nothing special, but would get the job done, a basic military sword. Obviously this guard was no one special. He took both sword and sheath, attached them around his waist and headed for the door.
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Shivam ran through the prison halls, now lost. Who knew that prisons could be so complicated? The Guards that Daynee warned them about were swarming the place, and Shivam had unfortunately lost the rest of the group.
He sneaked through the corridors, trying not to grab attention. The group had a mission, and if they all kept to it, they would surely meet up sooner or later. He crept through the hall and darted into a entrance to his right. He carried on sneaking down, and managed to throw himself into a partition in the wall just as some guards came marching down.
Checking the coast was clear, he slipped out and continued his journey. They must of thought highly of this guy, he thought to himself. He was being contained in one of the deepest cells this place had.
Shivam turned a corner and was finally in the last set of cells. But celebration was not to be found. He had turned the corner as 3 guards were running directly at him.
“Crap.” Shivam said, and readied himself. He hated weapons, so he couldn’t depend on them. He had to focus on beating them with magic. As the first one came down for an attack, Shivam turned around, blasting him with water and flinging him across the hallway. The next guard raised his sword, but Shivam focused his energies on the sword. It began to glow red, and the guard dropped it, screaming in pain, huge blisters already showing on his hands.
The last guard proved tricky. No matter how many times Shivam blasted some kind of magic at him, he managed to defend himself. Obviously a higher ranked officer. After a fierce duel, the guard managed to trip Shivam up. He fell to the floor, landing square on his back. He looked up as the guard went to plunge his sword into him.
From a distance, the twang of a bow was heard and an arrow came shooting through the air. Shivam watched as the arrow pierced the guard’s skin directly underneath his arm, and sending him crashing to the floor. Shivam scrambled up, the guard moaning in pain. He turned to see Shido standing there, bow in hand, with James and Jamie. Without saying a word, Shido merely nodded in a different direction and ran off. Shivam Run up to meet them, and with James and Jamie they followed Shido further into the rear of the prison.
“You gotta be more careful.” Jamie said, with a smirk.
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Nyoob was making his way to the front of the prison area. So far the only people he had come across where 2 dead guards and another, on the floor with an arrow in his armpit, screaming in agony. Without stopping to help, Nyoob went forward, towards the sounds of swords and magic.
The closer he got to the front of the prison, the more the scene around him grew brutal. It seemed this was a fight between guards, as there were no other bodies. Maybe some kind of revolt? Either way, it wasn’t going to end pretty, and Nyoob knew he either got out or died trying.
Finally he made it to the entrance, where the battle was now taking place. Guard and guard were locked in battle, swords whipping around and magic flying in every direction. Immediately, guards ran up to him yelling “Prisoner!” and Nyoob was already in battle.
The first guard made a huge mistake, running straight at him yelling. Nyoob practically laughed as he sidestepped and brought down the hilt of his sword on the man’s helmet, knocking him out. The second guard approached him, swung his sword down. Nyoob brought his up to meet it and blocked his attack. Swinging his sword 180 degrees, Nyoob disarmed his opponent and drove the sword through his armour. Two down, two to go. The next two attacked together, Nyoob taking the defensive position, blocking their attacks until he finally found a chance to do some damage. He locked swords with the guard on the left and waited for the one on his right to come forward. As he did, Nyoob swung with all his might, and the sword he was locked with spun round, smacking the other guard in the face. As the man fell, Nyoob lashed out with his foot into the last guard’s stomach, and managed to catch his gut. He keeled over, and Nyoob drove his sword into the man’s unprotected neck. Nyoob looked at his fallen opponents and smiled.
Then from nowhere, he felt one thousand volts fly through his body. It stopped and Nyoob sunk to one knee. He wasn’t expecting it. He stood up and turned round to see one man standing there. Arms held high, obviously the one who dealt the lightning blow. A quick glance over told Nyoob that this wasn’t a soldier. But was it friend or foe?
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