Naming Day is coming soon for Jroldin... In fact, it's on Amanela 19th, the current day for Jroldin's story... What do you think will happen for naming day? Does Jroldin get a new name? Find out soon...
Part XXXIII: Takedown
Date: Amanela 19th, 114 A.U.
“Move, move, move!” Oldin yelled into his walkie-talkie as he shot down another hapless guard. “Swarm the hideout, grab the leader, and get the prisoners! Now move!” Oldin didn’t usually participate in the forefront of their missions, but with his son’s life at stake, nothing was going to keep him away from the forefront of their mission. After speaking with the Governor last week, he likewise had the Araelian Guard working with the FRI. Astrid was very frantic to keep his son from death.
Stepping forward, Oldin quickly leapt into the hole that their explosion had created and pressed himself against the wall of the hall way, automatically aiming his gun in the right direction, before inching down the wall, keeping an eye on his wrist device that showed where he and Jroldin were. At long last, all of his training with Jroldin about what to do when captured and all of his precautions against it had born fruit. Nevertheless, Oldin would have been happier if all of his training with Jroldin had been wasted than for this to happen.
“Clear the records!” the man screeched. “Detonate the explosives and get out of here! Fred and Mike! You come with me to get the prisoners! Now move!” Brushing past the men who were putting fuses alongside the doorway, he hurried toward the staircase to their makeshift prison. Stupid guards. Stupid Jroldin. Thanks to the smart-alek son of the FRI head, their whole division of the mission had been compromised and blown open. It was thanks to the second bug that they had placed in the cell that had cued them into the reason for their compromised cover. He would have strangled Jroldin for this if not for the fact that the boss still wanted him. But there were other ways of taking revenge.
“I hear footsteps,” Jroldin said. “Someone’s coming down the stairs.”
“Someone to put a bullet in the back of our heads no doubt, or to transport us to another facility, if they have one!” Monty said. “They’re not just going to let us get away scot-free if they’re coming down for us!” From below, they heard explosions and sounds of fighting. Suddenly, an armed figure burst in through the prison doors, followed by two other men. Jroldin recognized the man as his questioner.
The man pointed his gun at them. “No wrong moves!” he screamed out. “Or else!” He turned to the other men. “The dwarf is the only important one. The others-”
“Move!” Monty yelled, and tackled his sister to the ground as bullets whizzed overhead. At the same moment, the floor collapsed.
Jroldin flailed his limbs as he fell through the floor with Brother Tomas. A moment later, and Monty had leapt after them, holding a struggling Astrid. Jroldin hit the ground hard and rolled to the side, apparently in the middle of a gun fight. On one side, multiple members of the Araelian guard collapsed. Jroldin spun his head to see a couple gang members a couple feet away—two holding guns, the other holding a long box made out of some strange-looking material.
Ignoring the pain in his right side, Jroldin leapt up and leapt towards the nearest gun-man, still a bit dazed from the explosion that had blown apart the hall way. Unfortunately, the gunman wasn’t totally dazed. As he neatly sidestepped Jroldin, Jroldin instead tackled the middle man that was holding the strange box
The man collapsed and dropped his box as bullets whistled overhead. Jroldin glanced to the side to see Monty leaping after a man while Astrid moved back and Brother Tomas made for Jroldin. Grabbing the box, Jroldin leapt up and smashed it against one of the gunmen.
The box slammed into the man, but only surprised the man. As Jroldin stumbled forward, he felt something jut forward out of the bottom of the box. It seemed to be an iron pole. Using it to grasp better, Jroldin slammed it again at the man, and, as the man fell back, the box broke.
The box flew away, part of the box melting, to reveal a corsha battle axe. But, instead of normal colored corsha, the axe head was golden. Just as Monty and Jroldin had taken down the two gunmen, a new troope came running around the corner—five gang members, readying their weapons.
Ignoring all else, Jroldin ran forward, swinging his axe, suddenly emboldened. As the bullets flew toward him, they seemed to move slower, and his aim more cleaner. As if by instinct, Jroldin sliced the bullets as they sped toward him, melting them with his axe. And, as the gunmen turned to leave, Jroldin swung forward with his axe
The weight of the axe surprised him, and Jroldin lurched forward along with the axe, cutting through a man and toppling forward, narrowly avoiding burning himself with the axe. As if by instinct, Jroldin swung the corsha axe up to block another shot. Two men toppled over, killed by Monty’s shooting. He must have taken a gun from one of those gunmen.
Wishing that he had had foresight enough to do that, Jroldin rolled around and flung the axe, killing the remaining two gunmen. The corsha axehead sliced through them and went into the wall, its axehead going completely into the wall so that only the handle stuck out. Oops.
And then Jroldin saw the man pointing a gun right at him—the man that Jroldin had thought that Monty had killed. Bigger oops. And the man squeezed the trigger.
Question of the Week:Does Jroldin get a new name for Naming Day? And what will it be?
Part XXXIII: Takedown
Date: Amanela 19th, 114 A.U.
“Move, move, move!” Oldin yelled into his walkie-talkie as he shot down another hapless guard. “Swarm the hideout, grab the leader, and get the prisoners! Now move!” Oldin didn’t usually participate in the forefront of their missions, but with his son’s life at stake, nothing was going to keep him away from the forefront of their mission. After speaking with the Governor last week, he likewise had the Araelian Guard working with the FRI. Astrid was very frantic to keep his son from death.
Stepping forward, Oldin quickly leapt into the hole that their explosion had created and pressed himself against the wall of the hall way, automatically aiming his gun in the right direction, before inching down the wall, keeping an eye on his wrist device that showed where he and Jroldin were. At long last, all of his training with Jroldin about what to do when captured and all of his precautions against it had born fruit. Nevertheless, Oldin would have been happier if all of his training with Jroldin had been wasted than for this to happen.
“Clear the records!” the man screeched. “Detonate the explosives and get out of here! Fred and Mike! You come with me to get the prisoners! Now move!” Brushing past the men who were putting fuses alongside the doorway, he hurried toward the staircase to their makeshift prison. Stupid guards. Stupid Jroldin. Thanks to the smart-alek son of the FRI head, their whole division of the mission had been compromised and blown open. It was thanks to the second bug that they had placed in the cell that had cued them into the reason for their compromised cover. He would have strangled Jroldin for this if not for the fact that the boss still wanted him. But there were other ways of taking revenge.
“I hear footsteps,” Jroldin said. “Someone’s coming down the stairs.”
“Someone to put a bullet in the back of our heads no doubt, or to transport us to another facility, if they have one!” Monty said. “They’re not just going to let us get away scot-free if they’re coming down for us!” From below, they heard explosions and sounds of fighting. Suddenly, an armed figure burst in through the prison doors, followed by two other men. Jroldin recognized the man as his questioner.
The man pointed his gun at them. “No wrong moves!” he screamed out. “Or else!” He turned to the other men. “The dwarf is the only important one. The others-”
“Move!” Monty yelled, and tackled his sister to the ground as bullets whizzed overhead. At the same moment, the floor collapsed.
Jroldin flailed his limbs as he fell through the floor with Brother Tomas. A moment later, and Monty had leapt after them, holding a struggling Astrid. Jroldin hit the ground hard and rolled to the side, apparently in the middle of a gun fight. On one side, multiple members of the Araelian guard collapsed. Jroldin spun his head to see a couple gang members a couple feet away—two holding guns, the other holding a long box made out of some strange-looking material.
Ignoring the pain in his right side, Jroldin leapt up and leapt towards the nearest gun-man, still a bit dazed from the explosion that had blown apart the hall way. Unfortunately, the gunman wasn’t totally dazed. As he neatly sidestepped Jroldin, Jroldin instead tackled the middle man that was holding the strange box
The man collapsed and dropped his box as bullets whistled overhead. Jroldin glanced to the side to see Monty leaping after a man while Astrid moved back and Brother Tomas made for Jroldin. Grabbing the box, Jroldin leapt up and smashed it against one of the gunmen.
The box slammed into the man, but only surprised the man. As Jroldin stumbled forward, he felt something jut forward out of the bottom of the box. It seemed to be an iron pole. Using it to grasp better, Jroldin slammed it again at the man, and, as the man fell back, the box broke.
The box flew away, part of the box melting, to reveal a corsha battle axe. But, instead of normal colored corsha, the axe head was golden. Just as Monty and Jroldin had taken down the two gunmen, a new troope came running around the corner—five gang members, readying their weapons.
Ignoring all else, Jroldin ran forward, swinging his axe, suddenly emboldened. As the bullets flew toward him, they seemed to move slower, and his aim more cleaner. As if by instinct, Jroldin sliced the bullets as they sped toward him, melting them with his axe. And, as the gunmen turned to leave, Jroldin swung forward with his axe
The weight of the axe surprised him, and Jroldin lurched forward along with the axe, cutting through a man and toppling forward, narrowly avoiding burning himself with the axe. As if by instinct, Jroldin swung the corsha axe up to block another shot. Two men toppled over, killed by Monty’s shooting. He must have taken a gun from one of those gunmen.
Wishing that he had had foresight enough to do that, Jroldin rolled around and flung the axe, killing the remaining two gunmen. The corsha axehead sliced through them and went into the wall, its axehead going completely into the wall so that only the handle stuck out. Oops.
And then Jroldin saw the man pointing a gun right at him—the man that Jroldin had thought that Monty had killed. Bigger oops. And the man squeezed the trigger.
Question of the Week:Does Jroldin get a new name for Naming Day? And what will it be?
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