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After consulting this with Momsrascal, she agreed that the plot so far has been a tad original. Therefore, it's time we made things a little more ... 'interesting' ... I highly advise you read this whole thing.
Of course, we're still keeping to the plot. I just think this will help throw everything into a critical unjustness that will intensify everything already happening. It's not to become a "primary" plot problem, just something to help build restlessness.
What better way to make a Round Robin interesting?
Alex 43 thought that Gia was lying when he said he never touched his sword ever since the Battle for the Eastern Project, and that he hated combat. Even though he himself had whipped out his spear and prepared to strike, Gia dashed ahead, twirling his sword over his head in a style he had never seen before. It wasn't like a White Dragon to tell a lie, so Alex 43 thought deeper into the matter. Perhaps it's just that Gia
practiced with something lighter (or heavier) and sword-like, but not as deadly; and that instead of charging for the glee of combat, he was charging to protect Edgeville.
Yeah, that sounded more like Gia.
The scene was perfect for an unforgiving battle. The clouds had now completely covered the sky, and a light rain began to fall. Every so often the clap of thunder was heard, but no lightning appeared anywhere. The sun was blotted out leaving the field in a perpetual darkness. A perfect environment for a battle.
In a moment, Alex 43 was airborne, twirling his own spear in a deadly manner. He didn't have much strength behind his attacks, but the sheer rapidness and their ability to pierce unreachable spots upon the enemy made them lethal in their own unique way. Alex 43 demonstrated this aspect by taking another, fairly larger black demon by the horns, literally, driving his spear down its back and through its spine through multiple jabbings, and finishing with a quick be-heading while balancing on a one-armed handstand off the tip of its horn as it tried to swat him away. It was dead before it even collapsed in a lifeless heap in front of its bewildered comrades.
That's right, taunted Alex 43, I haven't lost my touch.
Gia has his own approach. He violently drove his sword through one black dragon's head, grabbed another by the tail with one of his tri-claws, and swung it around singlehandedly like a flail to keep a group of vampires away before finally flinging it into the far distance, showing off his strength before regaining possession of his sword with his other claw. There's not really any jumping around. More like power-housing through the crowd of enemy forces, sending them flying with sword, claw, or tail, whichever made contact first. Black demons, black dragons, vampires, werewolves, undead; it made no difference. They flew just the same.
Alex 43 literally jumped between enemies. Once they played host (or platform) to him and his techniques, they were doomed a swift and solemn death. Impalements, beheading, poisonings, or simply just concussion because of his high-speed contact. They were all there, and they all died from them. Being such a fast mover also prevented attack, let alone a visual on him, giving him a great advantage against the large lumbering beasts.
Of course, though they couldn't see Alex 43, there was no missing Gia. He took hits better then he dished them out, with crystalline white dragon scales to absorb blunt force as well as keep away magic spells. A warrior at heart, he braved the pain of hundreds of arrows and spells cast forth upon him and continued to make a show for himself by distracting them from his allies. That is how the White Dragons fought over a hundred thousand years ago, in the name of Saradomin and the redemption of the world.
Indeed, hundreds of enemies are tough to fight, but come together a great band of heroes experienced in taking down such a threat and one can only expect extraordinary things. So what if the enemies felt 'fresh' and 'unscarred'. They were still enemies, and they deserved a fight before being sent back to the crude abyss of the dead. It was proper battle ethic, that's all.
A loud barking in the back of the group informed Alex 43 that he was approaching a general. A large black demon, bellowing orders to groups of species native to Zamorak, stood above the rest, dressed in a cloak and brandishing a large battle axe in given directions. Like the others, it seemed like it never knew combat or danger whatsoever, and had such a fresh appearance that nobody would want to spoil such a fantastic piece of work. However, take down the head, Alex thought, and it'll cripple the forces. Easy.
"Gia, focus on holding the wilderness separation ditch!" Alex 43 called, his leadership instinct kicking in, "Karl, give me covering support! I'm going for the big guy!"
Gia fell back, taking Zamorakian forces, living or dead, along with him. A line of Zamorakians fell over dead, and Karl appeared through them. Automatically, he started cleaving away in front, clearing away a jump-path for Alex to maneuver in. Side by side, the both of them leapt over the heads of the enemies, pushing off against them and each other to avoid waving swords and maces, and collided off the large axe the general swung to keep them away.
Alex and Karl flipped in mid-air to recover harmlessly and tried again. The demon general was large and fast, but they were faster. Alex leapt in front to draw the axe away by holding his spear in front to receive it again, and Karl parried around the back, hacking at the cloak to lower its backside defence, but it proved to be a tough material.
An obsidian giant cover-guard noticed Karl and came at him with dual-swords in both hands, but Karl was too fast. He instantly removed himself from cutting the cape open to dodging its attack, left and right, and instinctively used his own sword to pin one of the giant's to the ground. Then came out his pike and, after running up the trapped giant's arm, he drove it clean through its head.
Alex, noticing Karl's switched targets, took offence. He jumped at the demon and twirled in mid-air to apply an air resistance to narrowly dodge the axe, leaving the demon's head defenseless. Unfortunately, one can only do so much for control in mid-twirl, and Alex 43 only succeeded in impaling one of the demon's thick horns. However, improvisation is key, and Alex used it as an anchor to swing around and board the demon by pushing both feet between the horns and pulling the spear out. One big stab and it was all over for it.
Suddenly, everything quickly grew darker. An ominous wind blew through the field, and all sounds of battle seemed to die down. Even the demon general felt it, and stopped resisting Alex 43 for a moment. However, Alex 43 too had stopped, and by doing so, lost balance and leapt forward in case he had to take on the general again. Nobody was fighting anymore. They were all too intent on what was happening.
Something was coming through the clouds. They parted every which way, revealing what looked like a black mass with dark blue lightning shooting through it. A low humming sound vibrated the ground and sent a chill through Alex. Karl appeared at his side, also prioritizing figuring out what was happening over the destruction of the demon general, who too left his guard down.
But he was laughing. Apparently he knew what was going on, and what better for a bad guy to do but taunt and let the good guys know they were in a state of trouble.
"Now it is over for you!" it laughed, "Our Dark Lord has opened a summoning portal over us, and we will soon be joined by a hundred times more forces then you can even imagine coming at you!"
The mass took shape: a large funnel opening appeared shaped out of the blue lightning, leading up into a great dark mass. The wind spiraled along with the portal, which began to bring the clouds along with it. Looking straight up, the sky itself was hardly visible anywhere but the south. It filled the entire wilderness.
But was this a summoning portal? It seemed just too foreboding. Foreboding and giant. If the entire thing spawned enemies, they would be over-run in a second. Alex and Karl prepared to run, even if they had to abandon Edgeville.
"Yes, start running!" the demon shouted, then to the heavens, "Come, my breatheren! Destroy this foul dream of light and cover the world in a dream of Zamorak's!"
But no creatures came. For several minutes, the portal just hung there, swirling up a large dust-storm and blowing trees around. The demon general was still poised in a stance for calling, although it looked as though it was going to abandon it, for it didn't even know what the delay was.
Then came a solitary figure, out from the center of the portal. It fell down for a moment, then decelerated in the air until stopping nearly half a mile from the surface. Its arms were crossed and it looked almost like it was about to sit down on thin air. All eyes were on it, and Alex 43 squinted to get a better look.
It was humanoid, but that was it. It was coated in a black and blue suit so tight that it almost looked like it was skin, wrapped around its fingerless hands and abnormally small feet. Its face was covered in what looked like similar to a ski mask, but made from some strange, unidentifiable material similar to the clothes. Two giant, glowing blue eyes shone through the center of the mask.
"What IS that thing?" asked Karl.
"Not Zamorak, I can tell you that." Alex replied.
Its eyes gazed throughout the ranks, passing over Alex and Karl without even a hesitation, as though they were indifferent to the rest of the enemy army. They then slowly closed, blurring out the blue light until it was completely black.
It opened them again, shining eerie glowing blueness all over its body. It uncrossed its arms.
Then it laughed.
A voice so loud and devastating that everyone for miles could hear it. The world itself rumbled, and Alex had use his spear to hold his footing.
Then it spoke. Didn't exactly shout, but everyone heard it.
"Your due is up! It is time to take back what is rightfully mine!"
And then it flew back up into the portal.
"I have a bad feeling about this ..." Karl said.
The demon general was confused the most.
"What WAS that?" it demanded, "What sort of foul sorcery is this? Zamorak, have you betrayed us?"
The portal activated. It didn't deposit.
It took in.
The land around them flew upwards in huge chunks, uprooting trees lava pools, and even buildings. In the swirling mass, they all disintegrated, and vanished into the darkness of the portal.
"RUN!" Alex shouted. Nobody needed second tellings. The general, unsure of what to do anymore, called a full-force retreat, but nobody knew where to go. Alex did. Away from there, to the south, and Karl followed.
Behind them, a fury of rising landmass threatened to pull them away and crush them. They ran. They jumped. They maneuvered. This was no longer about combat. This was pure survival. Hordes of Zamorakian forces fled all around them, pushing each other away just to get more distance between them and the colossally devastating portal.
The land pulled up underneath them and they took to low-jumping in fear that a high jump would leave them open to being pulled in. Both Alex and Karl leapt between flying rocks and enemy creature, strategically moving around as though through a maze. Edgeville was close now, but was it safe enough?
Gia was already evacuating survivors when Alex and Karl crossed the ditch. They had outrun the flying debris and took a quick second to see what was going on. Suddenly, a huge cloud of dust blasted away at Edgeville, and the three of them were tossed away into the side of the bank building. The first wall gave away to Gia, but not the second, and the three of them lost consciousness as the dust continued to blast them.
Then, all was silence.
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"Hey. I heard the call. That's going on."
"It's Project 5415. Something's gone wrong."
"What? Could it be ... HIM?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is."
"No ..."
"It's already started. To get him to reverse it is like asking him to stab himself and cut out his flesh until he resembles an arachnid."
"But that's ... that's not possible. It's too early. There should have been more time! At least for this one!"
"I'm afraid not. HE doesn't think so."
"This is unacceptable! We must do something! What will we do?"
"Watch, I suppose. That's all we can do at the moment. Watch and pray they'll be able to adapt to this scare."
"Those poor creatures ... how's he doing it?"
"Piece by piece. The Lore-Buster method."
"Heartless fiend."
"Heartless or not, he does his job. Besides, you don't know. Perhaps the watchers have been too bent on war."
"Not Guthinatox. He hates wars. I'll bet whenever a war breaks out, he kills everything and starts anew."
"Sure, the 'big G' is that sort of watcher, but he's also one of the laziest. Only takes action if he's aroused from sleeping."
"Even still, Sartranomin and Zamcatristak would've paid their dues, despite their constant conflict against each other. Sure they hate each other, but they made a deal, and will uphold it together."
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps something else happened to influence HIM to take his due."
"I don't doubt the possibility, but the only other one that would've influenced him definitely wouldn't have even been there at the time."
"The 'P_Mind Project'? You never know with him. It could've been him, or not. Either way, we have a situation on our hands. The more time we spend debating on the reasoning, the less time the planet has to survive the inevitable."
"Agreed. But for now, we can only watch. Watch and prey at at least some of them will provide a resistance enough to buy them time."
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Alex was the first to wake. There be sat, in the abandoned Edgeville bank, alongside the still unconscious Karl and Gia. A quick check of their pulses indicated they would wake up at any time, but that was the least of Alex 43's concerns.
The air was humid and smelled like sulphur. There was not an enemy around, and the battle was somehow over and won. Well, perhaps not, but any battle where there is no enemy in sight and you are still alive is considered a victory to Alex 43.
Daylight shone over him. The storm had passed, and the portal was gone. In its place was bright, shining sunlight, casting a ray of hope for the future to all who gazed upon it. Rather odd, though, that he was witnessing this from inside the bank.
It was now that he realized he no longer was inside. The bank no longer had an inside. The bank no longer was a building.
The corner they were bunched in had become a ledge.
Alex 43 stood up and peered down into a large pit of nothingness. That's what was left of the lower-level wilderness and half of Edgeville. A large hole, nearly a quarter of a mile in diameter, stretched out in front of them. Down below, a pit of nothingness.
Alex pushed the wall over with ease. That's all that was left of the bank, anyways. Despite the comparatively small hole, around him was destruction of a very large scale. Edgeville was officially no more, and by some incredible luck, they weren't.
He aroused Karl and Gia and showed them the paralyzing sight. It was a long time before Alex was able to snap them out of the cruel reality and get them moving south to plan out what they were going to do now.
This was no longer about war.
This was now about survival.
And figuring out just what in Saradomin's name happened.
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