13: The Beast Weapons

Sabre Rising:

Sam and his army hid amongst the bushes and trees, not moving or makin a single sound. They knew the plan but then a soldier asked quickly and quietly; "Sir, if each Beast Weapon gives Sabre a day to roam amongst us and we have all of it, how is he gonna rise?" Sam whispered back, staring out the Cave entrance the whole time; "The normal Pures sacrifice themselves to give Sabre a day to be alive. The Priests kill themselves to become Anarchies, Pures kill themselves to let ther God survive. That's why we kill everyone, including Sabre. Okay? Let's go." Silently they got up and walked forward, well crept forward. No one made a sound. The hunters weren't far behind, all of them knew the plan and wielded their Swords and Axes and Bows and Daggers. Sam crept down the cold, uneven steps, down into the cave he was in earlier that day. Blood was still on the ground from where they had killed so many earlier. No one noticed their presence, no one turned around. Not even when Sam sliced a Pure's head off. They continued praying to the Golden statue of Sabre. Ten or twenty Pure's held daggers to their chests as they prayed, they knew that as soon as Sabre began to rise, they would need to kill themselves instantly. The Priests had daggers with them, ready to become Anarchies. Sam and his men (and the hunters) crept around the room killing all of the Pure in sight but then suddenly there was a rumble that shook the room and everyone went to their knees. They all waited for the rumbling to stop, but it took a long time. When they finally released what was happening, it was too late. Sabre's arm had already pulled his arm free if the statue and his head was next. "FIRE!" Could he heard from one of the men operating the Canon and a fireball was fired into Sabre and made him stumble a bit. The chanting of the prayers got louder and screams could be heard as the Pure sacrificed themselves and died on the spot. "FIRE!" Was heard again. The Goliath fired several arrows into Sabre. The Sword and Axe were swung and hit Sabre too. The attacks kept coming and eventually the Anarchies began to attack. The people wielding Laser weapons started to attack the Anarchies and all hell broke lose. Laser Weapons clashe with eachother and everyone screamed as the Lasers of their opponents weapons skimmed their flesh and sizzled at their skin. The Anarchies were used to fighting with Laser Weapons so they were winning for the time being, but the soldiers were picking up the skills quick. The Anarchies were starting to all die. The sound of the sizzling Weapons clashed with the loud chanting of the Pure which clashed with the screams of the dying Pure which clashed with the attacks of the Beast Weapon wielders. Sabre was coming further out of the statue, his pale skull face becoming more visible. He grinned and laughed as he crept out of his golden shell. All of the Pure members and Anarchies were dead now and only Sabre stood tall and proud. He was tall and broad. He was a skeleton now, he was pretty much dead after all. His bones were shiny white and his skull was menacing. His shallow eyes were very wide and you could see into them forever, just a shallow dark hole. He had fangs as sharp as talons. He wore Black Armour like the Anarchies. He wielded two black, red glowing axes. And he rushed forward. The Beast Weapons and the Laser Weapons all attacked Sabre and took him down, but slowly. The swords and axes swung at his legs, chipping the armour and the bones. The Arrows shot through his shiny skull, causing him to stumble around. The fireballs shot into his chest and head, knocking him back a few paces. It took forever but eventually he fell down and everyone charged ontop of the colossal giant, stabbing at his throbbing, red, juicy heart and his skull. They all thought the fight would be harder but not necessarily. They all cheered for a second and then the world became dizzy and the noises blurry to Sam. His head was filled with that high-pitched, clown like voice that said; "Victory for a minute, general. Run Sam, RUN!" Sam ran from the cave obeying the voice, afraid of what would happen next or if he didn't obey. As he ran away he heard screams as his soldiers all died. He got out of the cave and ran toward the forest, bumping to John, who was wearing a black armour. Sam looked back and said; "Sabre....dead... Jackel killed... all my men." He joined John at gazing at the cave and saw Jackel standing there, smiling. Waitin for John. Sam looked away for a second, and Jackel disappeared and ran towards Sam, slicing at Sam's neck with his scissor like hands, as he neared him. Then reappeared where he was originally, his hands bloody. Sam began to gag on his blood and he fell to the floor choking and fighting for oxygen over the thick consistency of his own blood, but failed and died. Eye wide open. Breathless. Unmoving. Limp. Dead.