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Back to the story, we can have a fun battle scene... Given the trend of naming things by the armies such as plants vs. zombies or pirates vs. ninjas, today we can have elves vs. goblins... epic...
Part XXI: Elves vs. Goblins
Amanela 12th, 114 A.U.
Sirens went off and red lights flashed as the goblin’s radars picked up several large aircraft coming their way—fast. Leaping out of bed, Flek ran as fast as he could toward the goblin capitol, hoping he wouldn’t be late. Ten minutes later, he burst into Freglak’s chambers where Freglak was hurriedly making plans with Reynyagn.
“Flek; you’re here!” Freglak said. “Good—they’ll be upon us in another five minutes if they continue on at the same rate they’ve been going this far. Thankfully our radar stretches out pretty far. Just stay here and be ready. So what were you saying?” He turned to Reynyagn.
“They most likely have several smaller scouting aircraft searching way out in front of them,” Reynyagn said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already found us. But that matters not. Are the missiles ready?”
“Yes, everything is ready for us to use,” Freglak said. “We’ll shoot them down as soon as they get close enough.”
“Be ready for anything,” Reynyagn said. “I’d expect them to have some tricks up their sleeve that we don’t know about—anything could happen.”
“Then again, they weren’t planning to come across a whole city and fighting force…” Freglak said. He walked over to the window and watched the sky. Reynyagn and Flek walked with him.
“Should be any minute now…” Freglak muttered. Suddenly, a powerful search light lit up the sky and there were muffled explosions as they saw missiles began to coast through the air at some dark aircraft.
“It’s a mild attack force,” Reynyagn snapped. “I hadn’t expected them to send this much. If I know them-” Suddenly, one of the aircraft dove toward the ground as the missiles hit the other aircraft, causing explosions to fill the night air.
“It’s a transport ship!” Reynyagn said. “They’re landing an attack force!”
“I’ll take them,” Flek said. And with that he rushed out of the room.
Are you ready?
Of course I am.
Flek leapt in the air, higher than any other goblin could, as he saw a sleek small elven aircraft coming his way. The machine was open to the air and the elements, and was twelve feet long. About eight feet in from the front, the elf sat, controlling the cruiser.
Flek landed neatly on the elven cruiser and leapt forward before the elf could do anything. His corsha blades silently whipped through the air, cutting off the elf’s life, as Flek jumped up to grasp a tree branch and use his momentum to propel him forward. Landing on the ground and running through the brush, Flek emerged in the clearing where the elf craft had landed. Armed elves were pouring out of the transport. They were ready to battle. Flek heard a noise and spun around to see Reklen beside him.
The small goblin grinned and Flek nodded. “Let’s get to work.”
Ignoring the fact that they were far outnumbered, Flek and Reklen burst out, Reklen scampering along the ground, Flek running toward them, using the time detraction the corsha weapons mysteriously gave him to block all the bullets. Out of the corner of his eye, Flek noticed more goblin troops running in.
Flek quickly met up with the first group of elven troops that ran toward him. The corsha blades illuminated the night air as they sliced through the elves. Flek leapt in the air and spun, laughing as he cut through them. This was so easy. By him, Reklen leapt up to tackle the head of one of the elves. The elf gave a cry as Reklen clawed at his face. Flek turned to go back into battle—but turned too late.
Flek gave a cry as piercing pain rippled through him and Flek was thrust ten feet backwards as lightning crackled in him. Flek noticed the corsha weapon drawing a lot of the lightning into itself, but it wasn’t enough. The lightning came from a blue orc, surrounded by his elven comrades. By him, goblins lay on the ground, unconscious.
Out of pure instinct, Flek suddenly thrust his corsha blade into the air to block a bullet and stood up. The orc sent a bolt of lightning crackling toward him. Leaping into the air, Flek let the lightning pass right unto him before quickly making a zig-zag course toward the orc, blocking the bullets with his corsha weapon, avoiding the lightning with his body.
His comrades were not so lucky. All around him, Flek could hear the goblins dying as they tried to do the moves that Flek was making and failed at doing so. Flek wasn’t surprised at their failure. Few could match his power.
Suddenly, a figure appeared as if out of nowhere right next to the orc. A long thin corsha blade slashed through the shocked elves guarding the orc. The orc sent a barrage of lightning against his mysterious attacker. Blue lightning crackled around the figure’s sillhoutte. Flek saw the mysterious being arch his back, but he said nothing. Bullets shot right through the figure. The being slowly lifted its corsha sword as it arched its back, and then it fell. The orc’s limp body fell over.
Flek sprinted over to come to this being’s aid. It was indeed Reynyagn. As the elves learned that Reynyagn couldn’t be hurt by the bullets, Reynyagn and Flek fell upon them, cutting them to pieces. They stood no chance. Flek leapt into the air, his corsha blades rotating through the air to stop all shooting bullets, and came down in the midst of the elves, quickly cutting them to pieces before they could do anything. This was too easy… Then again, few goblins were as good as him.
A loud noise filled the air and Flek turned to see the transport ship trying to take off. Oh no you don’t… Flek sprinted toward the ship and leaped high to grab on, but it was too late. Even as he jumped, he saw that it would not be far enough. The transport ship flew up past his reach, and as it did, Flek saw a star far off in the distance. The bright blue star shone brighter than the other stars, making the stars that should have been close to it unable to seen. Flek blinked, thinking it was a nearby light. But no. It was a star—a bright blue star. And its presence engulfed all the other stars.
Back to the story, we can have a fun battle scene... Given the trend of naming things by the armies such as plants vs. zombies or pirates vs. ninjas, today we can have elves vs. goblins... epic...
Part XXI: Elves vs. Goblins
Amanela 12th, 114 A.U.
Sirens went off and red lights flashed as the goblin’s radars picked up several large aircraft coming their way—fast. Leaping out of bed, Flek ran as fast as he could toward the goblin capitol, hoping he wouldn’t be late. Ten minutes later, he burst into Freglak’s chambers where Freglak was hurriedly making plans with Reynyagn.
“Flek; you’re here!” Freglak said. “Good—they’ll be upon us in another five minutes if they continue on at the same rate they’ve been going this far. Thankfully our radar stretches out pretty far. Just stay here and be ready. So what were you saying?” He turned to Reynyagn.
“They most likely have several smaller scouting aircraft searching way out in front of them,” Reynyagn said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already found us. But that matters not. Are the missiles ready?”
“Yes, everything is ready for us to use,” Freglak said. “We’ll shoot them down as soon as they get close enough.”
“Be ready for anything,” Reynyagn said. “I’d expect them to have some tricks up their sleeve that we don’t know about—anything could happen.”
“Then again, they weren’t planning to come across a whole city and fighting force…” Freglak said. He walked over to the window and watched the sky. Reynyagn and Flek walked with him.
“Should be any minute now…” Freglak muttered. Suddenly, a powerful search light lit up the sky and there were muffled explosions as they saw missiles began to coast through the air at some dark aircraft.
“It’s a mild attack force,” Reynyagn snapped. “I hadn’t expected them to send this much. If I know them-” Suddenly, one of the aircraft dove toward the ground as the missiles hit the other aircraft, causing explosions to fill the night air.
“It’s a transport ship!” Reynyagn said. “They’re landing an attack force!”
“I’ll take them,” Flek said. And with that he rushed out of the room.
Are you ready?
Of course I am.
Flek leapt in the air, higher than any other goblin could, as he saw a sleek small elven aircraft coming his way. The machine was open to the air and the elements, and was twelve feet long. About eight feet in from the front, the elf sat, controlling the cruiser.
Flek landed neatly on the elven cruiser and leapt forward before the elf could do anything. His corsha blades silently whipped through the air, cutting off the elf’s life, as Flek jumped up to grasp a tree branch and use his momentum to propel him forward. Landing on the ground and running through the brush, Flek emerged in the clearing where the elf craft had landed. Armed elves were pouring out of the transport. They were ready to battle. Flek heard a noise and spun around to see Reklen beside him.
The small goblin grinned and Flek nodded. “Let’s get to work.”
Ignoring the fact that they were far outnumbered, Flek and Reklen burst out, Reklen scampering along the ground, Flek running toward them, using the time detraction the corsha weapons mysteriously gave him to block all the bullets. Out of the corner of his eye, Flek noticed more goblin troops running in.
Flek quickly met up with the first group of elven troops that ran toward him. The corsha blades illuminated the night air as they sliced through the elves. Flek leapt in the air and spun, laughing as he cut through them. This was so easy. By him, Reklen leapt up to tackle the head of one of the elves. The elf gave a cry as Reklen clawed at his face. Flek turned to go back into battle—but turned too late.
Flek gave a cry as piercing pain rippled through him and Flek was thrust ten feet backwards as lightning crackled in him. Flek noticed the corsha weapon drawing a lot of the lightning into itself, but it wasn’t enough. The lightning came from a blue orc, surrounded by his elven comrades. By him, goblins lay on the ground, unconscious.
Out of pure instinct, Flek suddenly thrust his corsha blade into the air to block a bullet and stood up. The orc sent a bolt of lightning crackling toward him. Leaping into the air, Flek let the lightning pass right unto him before quickly making a zig-zag course toward the orc, blocking the bullets with his corsha weapon, avoiding the lightning with his body.
His comrades were not so lucky. All around him, Flek could hear the goblins dying as they tried to do the moves that Flek was making and failed at doing so. Flek wasn’t surprised at their failure. Few could match his power.
Suddenly, a figure appeared as if out of nowhere right next to the orc. A long thin corsha blade slashed through the shocked elves guarding the orc. The orc sent a barrage of lightning against his mysterious attacker. Blue lightning crackled around the figure’s sillhoutte. Flek saw the mysterious being arch his back, but he said nothing. Bullets shot right through the figure. The being slowly lifted its corsha sword as it arched its back, and then it fell. The orc’s limp body fell over.
Flek sprinted over to come to this being’s aid. It was indeed Reynyagn. As the elves learned that Reynyagn couldn’t be hurt by the bullets, Reynyagn and Flek fell upon them, cutting them to pieces. They stood no chance. Flek leapt into the air, his corsha blades rotating through the air to stop all shooting bullets, and came down in the midst of the elves, quickly cutting them to pieces before they could do anything. This was too easy… Then again, few goblins were as good as him.
A loud noise filled the air and Flek turned to see the transport ship trying to take off. Oh no you don’t… Flek sprinted toward the ship and leaped high to grab on, but it was too late. Even as he jumped, he saw that it would not be far enough. The transport ship flew up past his reach, and as it did, Flek saw a star far off in the distance. The bright blue star shone brighter than the other stars, making the stars that should have been close to it unable to seen. Flek blinked, thinking it was a nearby light. But no. It was a star—a bright blue star. And its presence engulfed all the other stars.
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