The Masters

[Lord Storm Bryce]

A cold wind blew through a small village. The only light throughout the entire town was the bright full moon that hung high over head, casting its pale light down. A great forest surrounded the village to the north, west, and south. A large field laid to the east. The only sound through the homes was the whistle of the wind through the planks of wood that made up the houses. A heavy mist began to settle over the small village.

The mist rolled through the village, between the trees of the forest and over the hills of the field. As the moon fell a bit lower in the sky a green cloaked man, riding a white steed, rode into the village. His dark green cloak hung limply at his side, the hood laying back, allowing his light brown hair to blow freely in the wind. Under the cloak he wore a bright green tunic and laggings. On his back hung a powerful looking bow and a full quiver of green fletched arrows. The bit of moonlight that penetrated the fog glinted off of the gleaming handle of a rapier that hung loosely at his side.

The green horseman reined his horse to a stop in the street, looking around carefully at the houses; it would have looked like a ghost town if the foot prints on the ground were not so fresh. He looked up at the moon which now hung low over the hill. As he looked the fog quickly turned to black, covering everything in darkness. His eyes narrowed as he waited for the darkness to pass. A strong wind carried all of the mist away and all that was left on the hill was a figure, clad all in black, the hem of a cloak billowing out in the wind. The green clad man turned his horse and rode it over towards the black cloaked figure. As he drew nearer he could see and eerie red glow emanating from under the figure’s dark hood. At the base of the hill he hopped off of his horse, taking his bow off of his back and notching an arrow. He spoke in a loud voice to the figure.

Ian-“You come for me again? Do you not tire of these games Storm? I doubt that you will be as lucky as you were last time we met.”

The black clad figure shook his head, the glow of his eyes getting much brighter. He replied.

Storm-“I will not take a moment of rest until I see that your rest is eternal. This will be our final bout Ian.”

Ian nodded with a grin of determination on his face. These two warriors had been hunting each other for decades and now the hunt would end. The green archer pulled back his arrow and let it fly up towards the moon. Storm shook his head in disapproval.

Storm-“Again with this trick, you should have learned better.”

As the arrow reached it’s zenith it glowed green only for a moment then split into 100 arrows then now rapidly descended down towards the black clad figure, all in perfect alignment except for one that lead. Just before the arrows struck a flash of red shot out from under Storm’s cloak. The lead arrow split in two and the others suddenly disappeared. Storm was left holding a katana up in the air. The blade had a red aura surrounding it that seemed to spread down his arm and over his entire body.
Ian laughed to himself and notched another 5 arrows. He loosed them all at once but this time directly at his opponent. They all split as before, now creating 500 green fletched missiles hurtling towards the figure. Suddenly a great gust of wind blew out from beneath the black cloak and all of the arrows flew uselessly to the side. Storm shook his head and in a flash he darted down the hill towards Ian.

He would finish this in one stroke. Without much time to react Ian drew his rapier and brought it up just in time to block a slash that would have cut him in half from the red katana. A loud clang sounded from the clash of steel and they locked eyes with each other for a moment. Storm grinned and looked down. Ian, not sure what had happened also looked down to see Storm’s open left palm right next to his chest. His eyes shot open and were filled with terror; in the blink of an eye a dozen rose vines extended out from Storm’s arm and wrapped around Ian, quickly cutting into his skin and crushing the life out of him. A tribute to his honor, he made no sound as his body was wracked with this pain of death.

The black mist swept back through the village, consuming everything in darkness. As the mist cleared all that was left was the mutilated body of the green warrior, his horse, and an echo of evil laughter that carried off into the night air.

((I could have definatly put more detail into a longer fight but I didnt want the whole thing to just be about the fight. My battle skills can be shown if you decide to have me fight someon from the Masters.))