All at once, every guard that was still standing opened their mouths and spoke, "Fools, you really think these bag of flesh mean anything to me?" Their eyes glowing brighter now as each individual face contorted into a hideous grin. Slowly the guards that were stunned and bloody and mutilated picked themselves off from the ground and shambling as they went, joined the rest of the group as some of the guards with missing limbs and horrible burns slowly dragged themselves to get there. The ones that were truly dead lay still, remaining motionless on the ground. The guards then in unison started laughing, two of the guards who were injured, blood running down ones head and the other missing fingers were now moving forward past their little crowd of Arabian guards.
"These puppets lives are nothing to me, all you've done so far is killed men whose fate is already death." both men were speaking now as they held up their swords. "Watch now as they squirm."
There was a moment of silence as the green glowing haze left on of the guards eyes, the man suddenly screaming as he gripped at his hand with missing fingers, the scimitar he held clattering to the ground. Looking at him now the man looked young and afraid, his face in utter agony.
"It seems like this is good enough of a demonstration." the guard with the bleeding head announced before swinging his scimitar, a splash of red went across the ground and the screams fell silent.
All the guards began laughing once again.
"See? Even you are all nothing." The man spoke sheathing the bloody weapon.
"I have permission to kill you all... but it seems like such a waste though seeing as some of you seemingly sniveling children have potential." The man gestured at the scene around them, "So much carnage, so much blood shed... Such excellent work." the man spoke, pointing to Nate and Yuri with a toothy grin.
"So an offer to you two. Join and we spare your little friends for another day, don't and we take the two little street rats we have now and come for you all at a later date..." the man said then turned to look towards Joby with a pleased look. "You know you'll lose them all eventually, its a matter of who you want to lose first, little boy." he now turned back to the rest of the group.
"So what do you want to do? I'm not as so picky as not to decide to add two more dead bodies to the tally if you try to be little heroes." he said, the guards holding Elita and Erika moving their swords even closer to the girls throats simultaneously.
has no age
, and dreams
"Life is composed of light
, and we would be untruthful
, and saccharine
if we tried to pretend there were no shadows