" How many men have we lost" ordered the Great Tigger.
Simba stood before him, wiping the enemy blood off his great sword with a rag. "82 and counting, but no one too important", he replied holding his wounded chest. The old wooden door of the stone mansion burst open as the Brandy Trio entered. Brandy, with a cheeky grin on his face threw the head of jazz on the ground in front of Tigger. "We snaveled the captain of the strikers" brandy said proudly. Both of the ladies (Shardy and Seianna) made themselves comfortable on the wooden table beside Simba. "Excellent" tigger replied. Brandy would now add the head of the lifeless ex captain to his collection, the more he or any other minion of tigger get, the higher rank they became.
A noise shook the old stone mansion, dust and dirt fell from the roof, Brandy widened his stance and gripped both of his swords, waiting for an order from The Lord. Simba burst out into a deep slow laugh "men, we just ourselves a new super weapon"Tigger announced.
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Ultimate warrior
FantasíaIn a world where two dominate races clash for supremacy. A test to see who will uncover the four ancient, elemental weapons first and take control of this forsaken land.
