"im trusting you with the spirit of our team" those were the last words my mentor, lord Saladin of the iron lords had said to me that night. he entrusted me with the iron axe , the spirit of the iron lords before me were held in this axe, now a great man and teacher would be in this axe.
i signaled the rest of the newly formed iron lords from their slumber to wake and stand with me. and as i signaled them, in that moment the door to the iron temple started to crack. *thud thud thud* then as the team was fully assembled the door collapsed under the pressure of Fallen fire. "we stand for the ones before us and the ones that will come after us but in this moment we stand for the freedom of our kind, AND FOR LORD SALADIN!" Cloud screamed at the top of his lungs and almost in unison the iron lords fired until they had to resort to using rubble they found upon the ground. Just when the other iron lords thought they were going down at their home of all places, anger exploded inside of cloud, he could feel his arms heavy as the iron axe weighed him down but that weight vanished and cloud ripped through the Fallen forces as a knife through butter.
"I am cloud son of the great lord Saladin and you will not take our home" he bellowed through the iron temple. just to think a young scared orphan turn out to be the strongest of the 9.
