A Shattered Sword (Incomplete)

Chapter 10 - A Fight to Remember

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy preparing for my exams and also kinda haven't had the time to write earnestly. I blame Skyrim and Terraria, as well as OBLIVION (best of the elder scrolls main series) and Half-life 1 and 2. So sorry

The best day of my life was the day she held onto me, my Nicole. It seems the same for Ketula. He was nearly smiling his mouth off. The look on his face was hilarious. He probably won't be awake for much longer, i remember when that first happened. I felt Like cloud 9 was below me, flying above cloud 9. I felt like a puppet, watching them against my will. I couldn't take my eyes away from them. My sister and her conqueror. Their monsters inside pacified and neutralised. The price of that though is going on a killing spree, bloodying your hands to the point that your arms are dripping with blood, hundreds dead, And with these two warriors, that is very possible. My wife was never a warrior, a pacifist that relied on my to make sure that the negotiations went smoothly. Me just there to protect her. I love her. I miss her. I want her, no I need her back. She completes me and I complete her.

-"Time skip: 1 month"-

Walking, riding, walking, sleeping, eating, repeating. I am bored with just walking, I want a bit of action, my sword hasn't tasted blood in a while. The road goes on, and it is going to be an even longer road Home. Night is falling and rustling can be heard in the bushes, could it be that some fool has finally come and decided to try rob us. Finally I can fight properly instead of holding back and not use my signature style. A group of about 90 bandits jumped out at us. My sword shinged out of the scabbard. "So which poor basterd wants too meet your great great great grandparents first?" I said laughingly. A smart ass gave a speech "he can't be that strong, there are 90 of us and 1 of him, we win either way, heck i think I'm better than him." If only he knew who I am.

I ran at the group, sword swinging through them as if they were paper and not men armoured in chain mail. My sword blinking red and silver. The leader moved forward as if to stand in my way. "I'm warning you I was a part of the clean up squad." Their leader said person said. "Well then it's student verses master eh. I for one never thought that one of subordinates would become a low-life." I retorted. Recognition dawned on his face. The look of horror showed on the 7 that were left. "Well that explains a lot." 4 of them chorused. The 6 normals then turned around and ran with their tails between their legs, well if they had tails that would be where they would be. "Well I'm the last one Alive, all the rest have been slaughtered by you." He said just as he finished his sentence I ran and then slashed at him with my sword. He ducked and rolled away. I charged after him. He stumbled slitlty and had to slow down. He turned around and tried to parry the the flat of my blade away only to hit empty air. I turned in on him and ran him through. I tilted my blade downward and let him slid off of it...

-Looking through the 4th wall I into the story POV-

In the silence all that could be seen was the hypnotic rythem of slashes and slices. Even though their was molten blood everywhere, the blade shone bright silver. The silence was only temporary as the fighter clothed in dull Orange coloured armour was slowly dismembered and dismantling everbody that stood in his way and was stupid enough to come into his range. The sheer beauty of the Bloodbathwas something else. The blade itself actually looked as if the wielder with every swing had to put less effort into it, as if it was getting sharper with every swing. Then it suddenly stopped, but only for a second as a crossbow man had fired at him. He corcskrew jumped past the bolt; when he landed again all that could be seen was somebody collapse into pieces. Flesh was everywhere. The nearby river ran red. The White Roses were dyed red and daffodils magenta. The tears streamed down his face as he had to ruthlessly slaughter people that he knew. Friends from the past, close people that he had rescued. His surrogate family. Death is after all a destination and life but a path, even though this is true, the tears had become more frequent. As the last few remained after the ruthless slaughter of most of their company...