Here they were. Three staring down one. Formed in a semi circle infront of him.
Years of waging war together and here they were at the precipice. The end of it all was in their grasp. But one last obstacle stood before them.
Eachother.
The trio wanted justice. To see the light prevail over the dark. To hold the monster awaiting them accountable.
The Lone Man wanted only to preform his duty. To remove the darkness. Not contain it.
The Lord waiting for them. Arius Stahl. Had committed countless atrocities. Now he was hiding in his fortress that was currently under siege by three armies. All they had to do was blow open the doors and take him.
It was now down to alive or dead.
The trio stared with nervous sweats as they faced down the man they had fought alongside for so long. They all tasted fear on the backs of their tongues. For good reason.
Millions dead by his hands alone.
Greater nightmares of the Galaxy felled by him.
A false god found wanting against his resolve.
There was no mistake that the man before them only turned his wrath on those deserving. But this time they needed that particular individual alive
The warrior standing against them was known by one name in the Galaxy, and all of them knew it well.
The Slayer
His soulless visor reflected their gazes. Slowly panning between the three. Power armor humming softly as it idled.
A woman. The Enchantress. A self proclaimed champion of the light. Wielding a dangerous Glaive crafted from precious metals gifted by her trusted ally's. She also had the light as a weapon. The only reason she had managed to survive this long was because of her connection to it. But over the years. It had cost her more than it could have ever gained her.
Next his eyes fell on the Crusader. A bear of a man. Handsome. A full beard and head of hair. Piercing eyes that held zealous intensity. Fueled by his belief in the light and that he was doing what was right. His comrades called him the Wrath of The Light. A fitting title for so ferocious a fighter. His greatsword rested infront of him. His badge of office. A symbol.
Finally came the scraggly cyclops of a man. A joke of a Prince that ruled with a dream that would never come to pass. He wielded the power of a god. Yet had no discipline. No resolve. He relied on his overwhelming power to coast his way through his own little world. His weapons were a sword a greatshield. Favoring defense to get him through his encounters until he could land that devastating blow.
Today he would learn what strength truly was.
The four stared eachother down. In no rush to begin this battle that would decide everything. Even as thousands of their soldiers died around them. Fighting to buy them the time they needed.
"You don't need to do this Radac!" The woman broke the silence. "Let us put him in chains. Make an example of him!"
The Slayer shook his head slowly. "His corpse will send a message that none can mistake. Step aside…All of you."
"You know we can't do that."
"Then you know what must come next."
The tension was thick enough to shovel. The Slayer I clipping a mace from his belt. A snap of his wrist activated the reactor housed in the weapon. Hardlight projectors flair into life revealing a red energy hammer. A single symbol glowing hotly on either side of the face of the weapon.
The trio all brandished their weapons. They knew the stakes. If they didn't stop The Slayer now. He would kill the man that had gone through all this trouble for. They couldn't let that happen.
He started walking forward. Swinging his hammer over his shoulder. In unison the trio of hero's broke forward. The Enchantress leading the charge as she used her power to leap high into the air. Swinging her Glaive around to bring it down in a mighty vertical strike.
The Slayer was ready however. Sidestepping the slash and then back stepping the follow up wide arc.
But during his step The Crusader capitalized on the advantage and closed in with a overhand blow that echoed all around them. Armored knuckles meeting armored head. The blow causing The Slayer to stagger one step
Unwilling to be outdone. The Prince came in low. Clutching his great shield with two hands. Bashing the slab of metal into his foe before letting a blast of lightning arc through and send The Slayer skidding backward still on his feet.
Arcs of lightning lingered on his armor as he straightened. Looking at the Trio again.
"After everything we've been through. I thought all of you would know by now."
The Slayers hand lit up with a yellow rune. Which then faded to near invisibility.
Then in a blink he appeared infront of The Crusader. The ground tiles cracking where he had just been standing.
"No holding back."
He then threw the energy hammer at The Prince who had no choice but to block. The impact resounding like a gong as The Slayer stepped in and swung a vicious uppercut into The Crusaders abdomen.
From her position. The Enchantress would see the shockwave of the hit travel through his back. The Greatsword wielding warrior collapsing to his knees as he tried to suck oxygen back into his lungs.
He had been hit by bears the size of assault walkers, Fought some of the mightiest dark lords that the Galaxy had to offer. Brawled with Supersoldiers. But nothing came close to the feeling of his stomach compressing around his spine from that one hit.
The Prince couldn't let The Crusader out of this fight so soon. Calling upon his power he raised his sword like a catalyst and aimed it at The Slayer. Roaring with effort a stream of Lightning lanced forth and connected with the man. Causing his body to lockup as the electricity overwhelmed his muscle and Power armors systems.
Raising a hand against the steam of power. The Slayer began to push toward The Prince. Struggling to stay on his two feet as he steadily marched through the pain.
Behind The Enchantress ran to The Crusaders aid. Helping him stand and using her power to sooth the pain.
Pouring more and more power into his attack. The Prince watched as The Slayer got into striking distance. Then raised his sword to attempt to take his head. But a lunge forward resulted in The Slayer catching the sword by the hilt and ripping it out of his hand. Then knocking the greatshield aside before delivering a savage bodyblow that sent The Prince flying backward. A statue stopping his involuntary flight. Slumping to the ground.
Turning The Slayer saw the remaining pair readying themselves for another attempt. Resolves not quite broken.
Retrieving his hammer from the ground. He beckoned them forward. Gripping his weapon as they took up their arms and charged.
He used his hammer to parry their strikes. Left, right, left. Then lashing out with a straight kick. Missing and ducking under another swing. It was fast and violent. The exchange ending with no one landing anything meaningful.
Studying them both. Each one had a reach advantage with their weapons. Which meant he had to work at Ultra-Close range if he wanted to make it count. So he deactivated his hammer and clipped it to his back. Then charged them.
He ducked under a swing from the Glaive and caught The Enchantress by the throat. Lifting her and slamming her down before catching her ankle and swinging her like a club into the Crusader.
The big man caught her with ease. Reflexively dropping his greatsword. Only to realize the mistake he made in the last second.
He looked up to see an armored fist. Then pain exploded in his skull and he woke up sitting against a stone pillar. The Slayer walking toward him. Malicious intent rolling off of him. The Crusader tried to rise but his head swam. Seeing triple as hands fell on his shoulders and lifted him up.
The Slayer decided it was time to take him out of the fight.
Lifting him to his feet. He launched into a combo that was delivered with finality. Each impact broke bone. The Crusader soundly defeated as the last punch cause him to slip into an unconsciousness that was closely related with death.
As the man fell to the stone floor. The Slayer turned, eyes going wide to see The Enchantress standing right there. Glaive swung upward. There was no defense this time. The point of the weapon slammed into his midsection and tended right through the layers of his armor. Drawing blood.
"Enough of this Radac! Stand down!"
He looked down at the weapon. Reaching for it gingerly. As of it was a breakable piece of finery.
"Huh…Pretty good."
He then raised his forearm and smashed through the haft of the weapon. Breaking the weapon so precious to her. Fury shone through her features for the first time and she swung the haft like a bat. Only for him to catch it and return the swing. Breaking the haft over her head. Causing her to slide to the ground unconscious some feet away.
"Get away from her!"
The Slayer turned around to see The Prince was still up and moving. Not only that. He was still ready to fight. Evidence was the massive pillar flying toward him from a high angle. Finally the spoiled Royal was using that strength that so many in the Galaxy feared.
Ripping the head of the Glaive out of his abdomen. The Slayer braced and raised his arm. Roaring with adrenaline and effort as he smashed through the hunk of rock.
Right on the other side. The Prince came flying through the debris. The two locking hands and scowling at one another.
"I told you if you ever touch her again you'd die for it!"
"And yet here I stand."
Screaming with the fury that boiled through his soul. The Prince lashed out with the strength gifted to him from birth. Seals broke and the helmet of his opponent went flying off into the distance.
Head snapped back. He slowly came back down. Handsome features revealed. Silver eyes blazing with cold rage and total focus.
Clouds gathered overhead. Lightning arcing and racing through them. A final attempt by the Prince to end this here and now.
The two broke apart. The Prince leaping backward to gain distance. He then raised a hand to the heavens and the storm above began to feed him the power he needed. Lightning striking his body and being absorbed.
The Slayer watched this. Bringing his hands together. He made a selection of complicated hand motions. Then slammed his fist into his chest, His silver eyes flashing to a blazing gold.
The Prince consolidated his summoned power into a blade of lightning attached to his hand. Roaring as he launched forward with his final attack.
Dust kicked up as he moved faster than any mortal eye could see.
"It's over Slayer!"
A shame for The Prince that his opponent was anything but mortal.
Radac slipped the stab at his head and grabbed the man's arm. Hip throwing him over his shoulder. Causing him to hit the ground hard. But before he could recover. The Slayer threw a knee that smashed into his jaw and staggered him.
"So it is."
The Slayer took up a stance and flexed his fingers to they resembled armored claws. Then advanced and unleashed a series of strikes that would have killed anyone else. 13 devastating blows that took The Prince out of the fight in an instant.
When the dust cleared. The Slayer stood over the beaten hero's. Face impassive as he watched The Enchantress try to rise. Reaching for the sword that had been lost by The Prince.
"Your fight is over Daara. Tend to your friends…Take comfort. The war here will soon be over."
He then walked toward the Capitol building that was looming over them. Leaving the woman to watch as he grew smaller and smaller.
Off to do what he did best.
Years of waging war together and here they were at the precipice. The end of it all was in their grasp. But one last obstacle stood before them.
Eachother.
The trio wanted justice. To see the light prevail over the dark. To hold the monster awaiting them accountable.
The Lone Man wanted only to preform his duty. To remove the darkness. Not contain it.
The Lord waiting for them. Arius Stahl. Had committed countless atrocities. Now he was hiding in his fortress that was currently under siege by three armies. All they had to do was blow open the doors and take him.
It was now down to alive or dead.
The trio stared with nervous sweats as they faced down the man they had fought alongside for so long. They all tasted fear on the backs of their tongues. For good reason.
Millions dead by his hands alone.
Greater nightmares of the Galaxy felled by him.
A false god found wanting against his resolve.
There was no mistake that the man before them only turned his wrath on those deserving. But this time they needed that particular individual alive
The warrior standing against them was known by one name in the Galaxy, and all of them knew it well.
The Slayer
His soulless visor reflected their gazes. Slowly panning between the three. Power armor humming softly as it idled.
A woman. The Enchantress. A self proclaimed champion of the light. Wielding a dangerous Glaive crafted from precious metals gifted by her trusted ally's. She also had the light as a weapon. The only reason she had managed to survive this long was because of her connection to it. But over the years. It had cost her more than it could have ever gained her.
Next his eyes fell on the Crusader. A bear of a man. Handsome. A full beard and head of hair. Piercing eyes that held zealous intensity. Fueled by his belief in the light and that he was doing what was right. His comrades called him the Wrath of The Light. A fitting title for so ferocious a fighter. His greatsword rested infront of him. His badge of office. A symbol.
Finally came the scraggly cyclops of a man. A joke of a Prince that ruled with a dream that would never come to pass. He wielded the power of a god. Yet had no discipline. No resolve. He relied on his overwhelming power to coast his way through his own little world. His weapons were a sword a greatshield. Favoring defense to get him through his encounters until he could land that devastating blow.
Today he would learn what strength truly was.
The four stared eachother down. In no rush to begin this battle that would decide everything. Even as thousands of their soldiers died around them. Fighting to buy them the time they needed.
"You don't need to do this Radac!" The woman broke the silence. "Let us put him in chains. Make an example of him!"
The Slayer shook his head slowly. "His corpse will send a message that none can mistake. Step aside…All of you."
"You know we can't do that."
"Then you know what must come next."
The tension was thick enough to shovel. The Slayer I clipping a mace from his belt. A snap of his wrist activated the reactor housed in the weapon. Hardlight projectors flair into life revealing a red energy hammer. A single symbol glowing hotly on either side of the face of the weapon.
The trio all brandished their weapons. They knew the stakes. If they didn't stop The Slayer now. He would kill the man that had gone through all this trouble for. They couldn't let that happen.
He started walking forward. Swinging his hammer over his shoulder. In unison the trio of hero's broke forward. The Enchantress leading the charge as she used her power to leap high into the air. Swinging her Glaive around to bring it down in a mighty vertical strike.
The Slayer was ready however. Sidestepping the slash and then back stepping the follow up wide arc.
But during his step The Crusader capitalized on the advantage and closed in with a overhand blow that echoed all around them. Armored knuckles meeting armored head. The blow causing The Slayer to stagger one step
Unwilling to be outdone. The Prince came in low. Clutching his great shield with two hands. Bashing the slab of metal into his foe before letting a blast of lightning arc through and send The Slayer skidding backward still on his feet.
Arcs of lightning lingered on his armor as he straightened. Looking at the Trio again.
"After everything we've been through. I thought all of you would know by now."
The Slayers hand lit up with a yellow rune. Which then faded to near invisibility.
Then in a blink he appeared infront of The Crusader. The ground tiles cracking where he had just been standing.
"No holding back."
He then threw the energy hammer at The Prince who had no choice but to block. The impact resounding like a gong as The Slayer stepped in and swung a vicious uppercut into The Crusaders abdomen.
From her position. The Enchantress would see the shockwave of the hit travel through his back. The Greatsword wielding warrior collapsing to his knees as he tried to suck oxygen back into his lungs.
He had been hit by bears the size of assault walkers, Fought some of the mightiest dark lords that the Galaxy had to offer. Brawled with Supersoldiers. But nothing came close to the feeling of his stomach compressing around his spine from that one hit.
The Prince couldn't let The Crusader out of this fight so soon. Calling upon his power he raised his sword like a catalyst and aimed it at The Slayer. Roaring with effort a stream of Lightning lanced forth and connected with the man. Causing his body to lockup as the electricity overwhelmed his muscle and Power armors systems.
Raising a hand against the steam of power. The Slayer began to push toward The Prince. Struggling to stay on his two feet as he steadily marched through the pain.
Behind The Enchantress ran to The Crusaders aid. Helping him stand and using her power to sooth the pain.
Pouring more and more power into his attack. The Prince watched as The Slayer got into striking distance. Then raised his sword to attempt to take his head. But a lunge forward resulted in The Slayer catching the sword by the hilt and ripping it out of his hand. Then knocking the greatshield aside before delivering a savage bodyblow that sent The Prince flying backward. A statue stopping his involuntary flight. Slumping to the ground.
Turning The Slayer saw the remaining pair readying themselves for another attempt. Resolves not quite broken.
Retrieving his hammer from the ground. He beckoned them forward. Gripping his weapon as they took up their arms and charged.
He used his hammer to parry their strikes. Left, right, left. Then lashing out with a straight kick. Missing and ducking under another swing. It was fast and violent. The exchange ending with no one landing anything meaningful.
Studying them both. Each one had a reach advantage with their weapons. Which meant he had to work at Ultra-Close range if he wanted to make it count. So he deactivated his hammer and clipped it to his back. Then charged them.
He ducked under a swing from the Glaive and caught The Enchantress by the throat. Lifting her and slamming her down before catching her ankle and swinging her like a club into the Crusader.
The big man caught her with ease. Reflexively dropping his greatsword. Only to realize the mistake he made in the last second.
He looked up to see an armored fist. Then pain exploded in his skull and he woke up sitting against a stone pillar. The Slayer walking toward him. Malicious intent rolling off of him. The Crusader tried to rise but his head swam. Seeing triple as hands fell on his shoulders and lifted him up.
The Slayer decided it was time to take him out of the fight.
Lifting him to his feet. He launched into a combo that was delivered with finality. Each impact broke bone. The Crusader soundly defeated as the last punch cause him to slip into an unconsciousness that was closely related with death.
As the man fell to the stone floor. The Slayer turned, eyes going wide to see The Enchantress standing right there. Glaive swung upward. There was no defense this time. The point of the weapon slammed into his midsection and tended right through the layers of his armor. Drawing blood.
"Enough of this Radac! Stand down!"
He looked down at the weapon. Reaching for it gingerly. As of it was a breakable piece of finery.
"Huh…Pretty good."
He then raised his forearm and smashed through the haft of the weapon. Breaking the weapon so precious to her. Fury shone through her features for the first time and she swung the haft like a bat. Only for him to catch it and return the swing. Breaking the haft over her head. Causing her to slide to the ground unconscious some feet away.
"Get away from her!"
The Slayer turned around to see The Prince was still up and moving. Not only that. He was still ready to fight. Evidence was the massive pillar flying toward him from a high angle. Finally the spoiled Royal was using that strength that so many in the Galaxy feared.
Ripping the head of the Glaive out of his abdomen. The Slayer braced and raised his arm. Roaring with adrenaline and effort as he smashed through the hunk of rock.
Right on the other side. The Prince came flying through the debris. The two locking hands and scowling at one another.
"I told you if you ever touch her again you'd die for it!"
"And yet here I stand."
Screaming with the fury that boiled through his soul. The Prince lashed out with the strength gifted to him from birth. Seals broke and the helmet of his opponent went flying off into the distance.
Head snapped back. He slowly came back down. Handsome features revealed. Silver eyes blazing with cold rage and total focus.
Clouds gathered overhead. Lightning arcing and racing through them. A final attempt by the Prince to end this here and now.
The two broke apart. The Prince leaping backward to gain distance. He then raised a hand to the heavens and the storm above began to feed him the power he needed. Lightning striking his body and being absorbed.
The Slayer watched this. Bringing his hands together. He made a selection of complicated hand motions. Then slammed his fist into his chest, His silver eyes flashing to a blazing gold.
The Prince consolidated his summoned power into a blade of lightning attached to his hand. Roaring as he launched forward with his final attack.
Dust kicked up as he moved faster than any mortal eye could see.
"It's over Slayer!"
A shame for The Prince that his opponent was anything but mortal.
Radac slipped the stab at his head and grabbed the man's arm. Hip throwing him over his shoulder. Causing him to hit the ground hard. But before he could recover. The Slayer threw a knee that smashed into his jaw and staggered him.
"So it is."
The Slayer took up a stance and flexed his fingers to they resembled armored claws. Then advanced and unleashed a series of strikes that would have killed anyone else. 13 devastating blows that took The Prince out of the fight in an instant.
When the dust cleared. The Slayer stood over the beaten hero's. Face impassive as he watched The Enchantress try to rise. Reaching for the sword that had been lost by The Prince.
"Your fight is over Daara. Tend to your friends…Take comfort. The war here will soon be over."
He then walked toward the Capitol building that was looming over them. Leaving the woman to watch as he grew smaller and smaller.
Off to do what he did best.
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