Warlord Drake Hammerfist
I'm back again for more tails of Nick in the world of shadow
5 generations after the war began and left the world in ruins the fractured remains of humankind continue the long war there ancestors started all reason and purpose forgotten as the brutal tribes savagely battle over the relics of the old world....
There bindings suddenly all fell off and clattered to the floor as the hatch shut, just moments after the large metal door on the far side of the room opened as the room was plunged into darkness.
all over the room there was mutters of “what the” and “oh no” Nick started to walk in the direction of the door when the flame hand started a fire in his hands, lighting up the small room as one other man walked through the door and suddenly vanished to the side screaming “GET IT.....GET OFF ME!!.....” Trailing off into a bloody gargle as two gigantic claws appeared clouting the side of the doors, the slim man who was in the truck with Nick ran past the door only just ducking under a thrird claw as he ran into the metal maze, just after the enormous scarred head off a cat appeared it's face still covered in fresh blood, one of the men a necromancer by the look of his pale skin and shady demeaner stood firm in front of the beast it's eyes looking him dead in the eye, he put his arm out as if to start casting a spell, then all of a sudden there was a flash of light and a heat washed over the room that brought even Nick to his knees and he had lived outside of the shadow for a few years, the flame hand burnt straight through the necromancer and into the beast, nothing left but ash and scorched bones from them both, the flame hand stood closer to the door purposely kicking the pile of ash and said “stupid necromancer thinking he could do anything to that only fireborn can kill the catro” (the accent was so it was hard to understand) as they all walked out of the room into the thin metal corridors of the maze, Nick picked up one of the bones of the catro and started jogging in the direction the slim man ran, the fireborn and one other man followed him the rest scattered, he was glad the fireborn had come with him he was a one man army in this situation, as they turned a corner he herd the scram of a woman with his heightened rangers senses and started sprinting in that direction not thinking about the risks as he fell through a hole in the floor, falling at least ten feet landing on his front in a small room with only one other exist other than the hole in the roof as he rolled over he realised he was not alone, there were two of the skin head zombies stood in the corners just noticing he was there, just as the other two fell into the hole, the massive form of the fireborn almost landing on him as he leaped to his feet, straight into the arms of one of the zombies that almost sunk it's rotting teeth into his neck, just as he elbowed it in the jaw braking it's jaw by the crack it made, behind him the third man stood up, ducking under the arms of the zombie and wheat behind it and pulled its head back suddenly, not only braking it's neck but ripping it's head clean off, his fingers rammed into its eye sockets as he threw it at the one Nick was fighting, he must have been a Viking to have that sort of skill at fighting, as Nick delt the final blow crushing the zombies head with his fist four soldiers appeared at the opening in the roof and two in the corridor rifles out ready to shoot as the fireborn started to.......
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