Tome: When the Night Falls
Chapter 5 Continued...
Something was going on in that room… the door was locked, he couldn’t open it. Not even when pounding several tons of stone into the doorway. Still it wound not budge.
Number 47 let his power fade and the stone settle, he had dug himself quite the hole in the corridor picking the stone from the walls and the floor and throwing it with the mighty force that magic brought with it.
Now he was tired and the fatigue was set deep in his bones. Tiberius romped back down the hallway without the burden of Dead Weight over his shoulder and stared at the door.
“Locked you out have they?” the Paladin asked.
Number 47 took a good long look at him, “You know, I can’t wait for your voice box to rot…”
Everyone knew what had happened to the Dark Paladins, the darkest force in the galaxy had simply rotted away with only their armour left as eternal reminders. Animated by the power of Necromancy.
“You know that won’t be in your lifetime, Sir,” Tiberius told him with sure confidence.
Number 47 rubbed his eyes under his glasses, being sure not to reveal who he was in the process, “Yes, yes… I know…”
Tiberius pushed him out of the way with one steady wipe of his hand and walked forwards: “Allow me…” he said.
He placed one great hand on the door way and it began to shine with such power that Number 47 had to shield his eyes from the blinding light. The Paladin however stared into the light with such fascination seeing such wonderful patterns and words in the language that only his kind could understand. Light was a true artistry and he was glad that the Haloed energy had dissipated between them into this. This art.
Then the door imploded and the light shot through the corridor and the room full of people bowing towards a new man at the head of those pipes.
The body of Cale had been removed and Number 47 was sure he could see the life being slowly drained out of the meek man’s face. Its young babyish looks were being pulled back into the skull revealing a bony, elderly face.
Tiberius pulled his two handed axe from his back with one hand and watched as the light energy lit up the patterns that were invisible in the darkness but once lightened it looked amazing.
Swinging it around into his other hand, Tiberius held it in such a way that defined defence and roared aloud for all to hear, “What the hell it going on here?”
Number 47 charged in holding his pistol and pointing it forwards. His trigger finger pressed firmly against the cold steel of the gun.
Instantly all of them whirled around and fired at them. Number 47 stomped on the ground and from the walls came the earth. Great billows of soil poured out and defended the two Noble Alliance Agents from a very sore death.
Tiberius lobbed a ball of light over the soil barricades and watched as the light erupted over the top of it and heard the screams.
Number 47 leapt up and with quick precise shots cut bloody, bullet sized holes through ten men’s arms before the machine gun fire pelted into the place where he had been but moments before.
Once hazarded a guess at running into the breach but instantly Tiberius was upon him and brought the flat side of his axe down onto his legs breaking bones and taking him on a one way trip to the ground. His skin burnt where the axe’s light had been placed hard against skin. Before he could reach the soiled ground however, Tiberius caught him and threw him across the hall and into the wall behind the two where there was another great sound of splitting bones as he fell to the floor completely void of movement other than the sluggish squirming of the pained.
“Is this it then?” Number 47 whispered. “Is this how we go?”
He glanced over a Tiberius and looked at the white clad warrior showed absolutely no fear in this time of need. How he envied him. There was no fear in those Paladins, there was no emotion. There was nothing but steely determination and a will of pure iron.
No wonder he envied them…
“Yeah… we’re going to die here…” Number 47 said as he watched bullets pelt Tiberius, chips of white stone flying in all directions.
Something was going on in that room… the door was locked, he couldn’t open it. Not even when pounding several tons of stone into the doorway. Still it wound not budge.
Number 47 let his power fade and the stone settle, he had dug himself quite the hole in the corridor picking the stone from the walls and the floor and throwing it with the mighty force that magic brought with it.
Now he was tired and the fatigue was set deep in his bones. Tiberius romped back down the hallway without the burden of Dead Weight over his shoulder and stared at the door.
“Locked you out have they?” the Paladin asked.
Number 47 took a good long look at him, “You know, I can’t wait for your voice box to rot…”
Everyone knew what had happened to the Dark Paladins, the darkest force in the galaxy had simply rotted away with only their armour left as eternal reminders. Animated by the power of Necromancy.
“You know that won’t be in your lifetime, Sir,” Tiberius told him with sure confidence.
Number 47 rubbed his eyes under his glasses, being sure not to reveal who he was in the process, “Yes, yes… I know…”
Tiberius pushed him out of the way with one steady wipe of his hand and walked forwards: “Allow me…” he said.
He placed one great hand on the door way and it began to shine with such power that Number 47 had to shield his eyes from the blinding light. The Paladin however stared into the light with such fascination seeing such wonderful patterns and words in the language that only his kind could understand. Light was a true artistry and he was glad that the Haloed energy had dissipated between them into this. This art.
Then the door imploded and the light shot through the corridor and the room full of people bowing towards a new man at the head of those pipes.
The body of Cale had been removed and Number 47 was sure he could see the life being slowly drained out of the meek man’s face. Its young babyish looks were being pulled back into the skull revealing a bony, elderly face.
Tiberius pulled his two handed axe from his back with one hand and watched as the light energy lit up the patterns that were invisible in the darkness but once lightened it looked amazing.
Swinging it around into his other hand, Tiberius held it in such a way that defined defence and roared aloud for all to hear, “What the hell it going on here?”
Number 47 charged in holding his pistol and pointing it forwards. His trigger finger pressed firmly against the cold steel of the gun.
Instantly all of them whirled around and fired at them. Number 47 stomped on the ground and from the walls came the earth. Great billows of soil poured out and defended the two Noble Alliance Agents from a very sore death.
Tiberius lobbed a ball of light over the soil barricades and watched as the light erupted over the top of it and heard the screams.
Number 47 leapt up and with quick precise shots cut bloody, bullet sized holes through ten men’s arms before the machine gun fire pelted into the place where he had been but moments before.
Once hazarded a guess at running into the breach but instantly Tiberius was upon him and brought the flat side of his axe down onto his legs breaking bones and taking him on a one way trip to the ground. His skin burnt where the axe’s light had been placed hard against skin. Before he could reach the soiled ground however, Tiberius caught him and threw him across the hall and into the wall behind the two where there was another great sound of splitting bones as he fell to the floor completely void of movement other than the sluggish squirming of the pained.
“Is this it then?” Number 47 whispered. “Is this how we go?”
He glanced over a Tiberius and looked at the white clad warrior showed absolutely no fear in this time of need. How he envied him. There was no fear in those Paladins, there was no emotion. There was nothing but steely determination and a will of pure iron.
No wonder he envied them…
“Yeah… we’re going to die here…” Number 47 said as he watched bullets pelt Tiberius, chips of white stone flying in all directions.
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