Sam was followed by thousands of soldiers down the stairs. They rushed into the courtyard where the Pure all stood waiting for a fight. Sam and his soldiers rushed them and they fought. Swords clashed, guns fired, fists and feet met faces and bodies. Sam came face to face with a Pure Priest. He wore a long, red robe, that was torn, and had a mask covering his face. His mask looked like that of a cow's skull. He wielded two daggers and he went to slice Sam's neck. Sam quickly dodged his attack and elbowed his opponent in the back of the head. As the priest tripped up, Sam grabbed his neck and held him in a head lock. Squeezing his neck, tighter and tighter. Eventually the Priest kicked out and caught Sam in the knee bringin him down. The Priest broke free an regained his breath. He headbutted Sam in the nose then kneed him in the croch. Sam went down to his knees and the Priest lowered his daggers into Sam's neck. But before the knifes could touch the skin on Sam's neck, Sam had quickly moved his head away from the daggers and broke the Priest's wrists. Sam got up and snapped the Priest's neck in one swift motion. The Priest went to the ground and died. Sam grabbed his gun and ran forward to see an Anarchy taking out soldiers by swinging its sword at the heads of soldiers. Sam rushed to cover and ran up the stairs to get a good shot of the Anarchy's head. Up on the walls were a row of snipers, all shooting the soldiers. The Pure must have grabbed the guns of dead soldiers and are now using them against the Soldiers. Sam quickly rushed them all, bashing into each of them. His dagger sliced into their necks as he bashed into them, each Pure member falling of the wall, choking and gurgling fresh, red blood. Once all the snipers were out, Sam started to shoot the Anarchy's head. The bullets took time to pierce it's scaly scalp, but they definitely pierced through deep enough for Sam to jump ontop of it and stab downwards. So he lunged forward, over the edge and landed on the Anarchy's scalp. It was hard to stay on, considering it was moving really fast, so Sam dug his daggers into it's head to stay on. One stayed in its head to keep him on, the other stabbed down into its head until it reached a jelly like substance. Eventually the creature tripped over an stopped dead as its brain was pierced. It fell down to the ground, crushing quite a lot of soldiers and Pure below. As it tumbled, Sam jumped onto the head of the next Anarchy and did the same. Eventually, that too, came down. The Pure retreated, having lost their Beast Weapon and their Anarchies. Sam and his surviving soldiers stood there proud, smiling and cheering and celebrating their victory. But then Sam stopped and stared out into the forest. He saw a pale face, masked with a huge grin and terribly menacing eyes. Green, they were. And it laughed. And then, it rushed off. All Sam heard was a blurry cheering in the background and a sharp, focused noise, a high pitched clown like voice repeating; "Jackel's back!"
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13: The Beast Weapons
Short Story'War is upon us, General. We must do everything in our power to protect our District, our home!" The districts are under attack. The Pure (an ancient, religious tribe) are attacking the Districts after 3 years of non-lethal war, and trying to keep p...