All posts by Tyler Beddard

Currently a College Student at SNHU. I love writing, for some reason I write my best when I can share it with people because if I can keep peoples interest than it keeps my interest.

The Murder – Part 1

The once busy streets of New York were all but subdued to a shallow murmur as the night came to watery end.  An evening thunderstorm slowly strolled over the quiet city bombarding it with heavy rain fall, becoming a valuable piece to an unfolding scheme. A man preyed in the shadows of a dark alley starring cautiously at his surrounding as he prepared for the moments ahead. His black trench coat became drenched with the water pouring down on him. He looked up at the sky allowing the rain drops to speckle on his face, this monsoon being unleashed over the city would provide perfect cover for him and his two companions, who were standing lifelessly behind him in a similar water soaked trench coats. He turned his head down to where his eyes were peering through a broad gapping window lit goldenly by a bright arching chandelier that hung overtop a dining room table. The man’s predator gaze identified all the people around the table that consisted of four men, some children, and a woman; laughing and smiling at one another while enjoying their evening meal. They were unaware of another party sharing this moment with them. His distaste for these victims grew even harsher.

                “Damion,” One of the man’s companions called out to him, “We shouldn’t wait like this, the storm won’t last much longer. If he doesn’t come out, we will leave and come back for him later.”

“Later?” He asked breathily not removing his stalking gaze from the window, “Waiting longer will only prove one thing, weakness and failure to act. We all knew the risk that could come along, the plans stay unchanged.”

“The plans didn’t involve children Damion,” The Companion countered.

“Yes, but do you know want we humans do best?” He asked harshly not allowing his companion to answer, “We adapt. The new entity in play has just become collateral in the overall scheme. Our plans will not change.”

“Damion-” The companion was immediately cut off.

“One more word about it Brandon and you will be the one handling the kids. Is that clear?” the threats office was made even though Damion’s eyes stayed locked onto the dining room’s inhabitants.

Brandon felt the third companions eyes shift onto his body, “We knew the risk Brandon, so if you want to do what’s good for you, lose the conscience.” The eyes then shift up to Damion’s position in front of him, “But he is right, the storm will be ending soon.” … “I know Erik,” Damion knew they were right; he could feel the velocity of the rain slowing and what started off as a barrage was becoming more like a light mist.

Damion turned and looked back at them, “Remember this one thing…. We can never turn back.” His body returned to facing forwards as he pulled out a pistol followed by a step that brought him out of the shadows and towards the apartment. “Positions.”

Damion walked up to the front door with Brandon following behind him holding a automatic rifle at a down angle across his body. Erik stolled into a clearing to where he was facing diagonally across from the dining room window. Damion looks back an nods to his companions and then casually knocks on the door.

The Auxiliary – Part 1

The news came so fast that it didn’t seem possible. The Empires’ Army, Defeated? Never before throughout its’ entire existence has it happened. It was thought that the Empire was to be invisible, but now as the news comes back from the east; it sends a chilling effect straight through the body. To late was the news received.

Three Days Earlier

My name is Drayc (Dray-k); my father was a farmer by trade on the tropical coast of Emaria, southern part of the empire. The Empire had us relocated to help expand its crop production for its army’s conquest in the east. Due to the fact that I was born into a family of farmers, I was as well drafted to be one. My father’s farming methods allowed him to be placed as the head of the farming corps; to lead the mass production of food for the ever growing empire.

On the day of the Third Harvest an emissary from the council of elders, those who rule the Empire during the Emperors’ absences, gave my father new orders to be relocated to the eastern front to establish a new rotation of crops as the army further progressed East. The idea was that the empire couldn’t risk the army running out of supplies faster than they could get it to them.

My father selected my cousins, brothers, and I to accompany him through the narrow pass to the new farming grounds. I was delighted by the news and more than willing to go. I had a yearning in my gut to see the new lands of conquest that the scribes would describe to all of us during town assemblies. For once I felt like an assignment given to us was a dream come true, but i would soon find out that things don’t always go as planned.

On our journey we stopped at a large snow covered village just before the Pass, it was here our lives would be changed forever. I rocked myself off my horse’s saddle and pull on the reins up to a post and strapped it down. I looked over my shoulder at the others.

“So, why is it this is the only village for three days down the pass?”

My brother Eury, was first to respond “The name explains it Drayc, Narrow. There is not enough room to have a smooth passing and towns; so they made Snowfordge and Riverrun. Last stop here to the first stop there.”

I nodded my head in agreement to his understanding.

“Drayc go fill up our wet sacks at the well and then tend to the horses,” Father continued “I’ll see what supplies I can get for the continuation of our journey through the pass. Darv, go with your brother to fetch the water. The rest of you come help me with supplies.”

Darv was my youngest brother and the most talkative person I know so I gave him the task of carrying all the wet sacks to distract his mouth from wounding my ears. The well was at the very edge of the other side of the village. It stopped some twenty meters before the Pass. As soon as we began filling the wet sacks that speedy mouth of Darv’s cracked open and bombarded me with questions.

“So are you excited to travel to the new land? He said periodically looking up at me with energy I have yet to discover the source of.

“Yes.” I said bluntly.

“What do you think it’s like over there? Wondrous? Exciting or barbaric like the scribes back home would tell us?”

“I’m not so sure of that. All I know is that it’s more land and mud for us farmers to crop.”

“Ant that the truth,” Darv responded. At this point I tuned his voice out of my head and when doing that something in the corner of my eye caught my attention, it was a red flag. I turned over looking my brother, down the pass where a man wearing tagged leather strapped metal plated armor and holding the red imperial flag. The man was struggling as he ran breathlessly up the pass though the thick in touched snow. I placed the wet sack I was holding down and walked a few paces past my brother in the direction of the new comer. His voice continued to distract my ears. “Darv shut up!” I had my back to him as he went quickly quiet.

The man coming from the Pass slipped and fell on his face losing his grip on the flag pole as he did. The pole slammed violently into the ground with a muffled thud into the thick snow. My brother at this time decided to walk up next to me to see what I was focused on. As his eyes followed the direction of mine he noticed a man pulling himself up off the ground with a the pole he pathetically brought back to it’s vertical position. They followed the pole to the top as he raised it. The flag bore the Empires insignia. “That’s one of the Emperors Imperial Bodyguards…” Darv’s voice sounded shocked as connected the dots and recognized the uniforms the bodyguards wore to distinguish themselves from the rest of the military.

“What?” I asked quickly to find out why he said it the way he did.

“There are about 60 Emperors Personal Bodyguards, said to be the best trained fighters in the Empire. Hand selected by the Emperor himself. They are never to leave his side when outside the Palace.” He sounded nervous. “This one here, doesn’t look to be in good shape.”

The Imperial stopped when he saw us and was leaning on the flag pole for support. He called out to us weakly, “Help,” before he dropped back to his knees still struggling to maintain his grasp on the pole, either for support or to keep the flag raised out of honor. I turned immediately to Darv, “Go get father and a nurse, quickly!” and Darv ran back into the village. I ran towards the Imperial who was now laying on his back, knees bent over his feet.

“Here let me help you,” I straingtend his legs out. I looked at his face to be met with an expression so cold it made me forget my train of thought. A few long minutes later a hand grabbed my shoulder and my father appeared next to me. Kneeling down overing over the man

“What happened to him? Where did he come from?” He asked inspecting the man’s face. I was still alittle shook from the cold impression burned into my eyes but finally managed to gather my thoughts.

“From the pass, and I don’t even know yet,” I answered him worriedly, then my father made it much worse.

“Oh god,” My father said to himself holding in his breath. “This is an Imperial Bodyguard.” He slowly looked up at my face with fear then back down to the man. “What happened?” HE asked him.

There was a short pause that dragged out as the man seemed to be catching his breathe.

“They chased us, up the pass,” He breathed heavily as a nurse came running to us and inspecting the man’s body for wounds.

“Who chased you,” my father urged him on.

“The Rebels,” He breathed for more air, the man was clearly exhausted beyond reasoning.

“How did the rebels get so close to the Imperial Body guard, where was the rest of the army?” My father pressed him to answer faster.

“Ambushed,” Breathe, “Everyone was killed,” he let out a hiss of air as his eyes went skywards.

A feeling that is far from being able to be described fully encroached my being, worse case of fear ever noted. The defeat of an Imperial army was nothing far from being world ending news. I looked up to my father, “Is that even possible?” Fear even showed in my voice.

My father’s eyes widened to the extent his eyes were almost out of his sockets, and the nurse had exposed a wound and was cleaning, but froze when she heard what the Imperial said. She looked up at me and my father who were in just as much shock as we were. My brother who was standing with the mass of people who crowded around us asked what the Imperial just said.

My father was about to get back up when the Imperial mumbled for him to wait. “Emperor! Save the Emperor!,” Breathe, “He and the other surviving Imperials are trapped just down the pass,” Breathe “GO!” Breathe “Go now!” as he finished this his eyes closed but the nurse quickly reassured us he just fell asleep. “Do not speak of this to anyone,” he whispered to me and the nurse; we both nodded in agreement.

My father quickly stood up, “Do you have any centuries stationed here?” He asked out loud to everyone.

The nurse stood up to answer him, “No we never have needed any, but we have a weapons storage outside the village hub.” My father and I quickly ran to the hub and back with as many weapons as we could carry. We passed them out amongst the village men.

“What are these for?” A villager asked. “Why do we need weapons?” By this point everyone was tuned in the conversation awaiting the answer.

‘The Emperor needs our help!” He yelled at them all as he moved to mount his horse and everyone followed listening to him. “That there is an Imperial Bodyguard. Our Emperor is just a few hundred meters down the pass surrounded and in need of our help.”

“How do you expect farmers and simple peasants to help him?” Someone hollered out.

“Leave that thinking alone for now, we are going to save our emperor or it will be the death of us regardless.” My father spoke as the rest of the family mounted the horses.

“We ride now to save our Emperor,” I spoke,” He who would die for us is he who we now will go fight for.” As finishing this we started off down the Pass and following closely behind were dozens of other armed villagers on horses. I just hope we would make it to them in time.

The Federation Chapter 2 – Influenced by The Movie StarShip Troopers

Chapter 2

Invasion of Klendathu Part I

Staff Sergeant Anthony Marcus sat strapped into the harness of a red lit corridor of an AV-4 Falcon drop ship (aka boat) of the United Federations’ third wave to land on the planet of Klendathu, home of the bug species called the Arachnoids. Although the humans have tried many times before for invasion, they have however sadly failed all times prior. Alongside the walls of the drop boat line rows of seats tight packed next to each other filled with Mobile Infantry of the 102nd Black Night Division, which will soon be dirt side. Marcus sits in between his squad mates and stares nervously around to catch no one’s gaze to meet his.

They are all scared and so was he; they would soon be in drop zone Hell-Z, which was title after the first wave’s loss of 300 men minutes after they touched down. From what the radios poured out while in the loading dock, the sound of the first wave getting its ass kicked really dismantled many of the combat inexperienced soldiers. The drop was even more antagonizing to the moral of the troops, as the boat rocked and jerked from the atmospheric resistance as they tore their way down to the surface.

The young man next to Marcus was saying a prayer of faith to himself, and Marcus bit his lip at the uncomfortable feelings with the ways of the old religions set out to control peoples’ minds by providing them with a self thought reality that if you worshiped one being then you will find you way into his eternal grace. He as well as many others were a bit displeased when the Federation of America signed back the rights of religion to only calm down fanatics but bringing back hysterical people from the world ending, to the universe ending. After 1500 years of postdating the Ancient Mayan Calendars you would think people would get over themselves and stop patronizing civilians.

“Look man, I don’t mind your beliefs, but keep them quiet to yourself. No Earthly God is going to help you out here, the only gods that have your back are the men and women around you, so save your breathe,” Marcus whispered sharply silencing his squad member.

Staff Sergeant Marcus was newly promoted during warp over to the planets GAP, gravitational atmospheric pull, that allows ships to hover in place when the counter GAP is activated onboard. He was not as new as many would think, he has served for many years but has shrugged past promotions for fear of mistakes, but when on board his CCO, company commanding officer, ordered him to the promotion he had no choice. They think of him as a good trooper, and he needs to lead others as they thought.

Marcus was peering around as the other 180 MI troopers kept their faces planted to the ground, possible he thought, that they were thinking about how many seconds longer they will live compared to the first wave that dropped. At that though the boat slammed hard to a stop, and was hovering hundred or so feet off the surface of Hell-Z. Marcus’s heart sank as he thought, “I hope I don’t die on this planet, lost to this desert and away from my family.”

The red light that lit up the corridor flicked off, and a green one took its place. The bright green light signalized the landing and the harness released letting the MI troopers to stand and prepare to disembark. As Marcus stood up he caught a glimpse of a bright blue light blare up from the cock pit.

“We’ve been hit!” The CCO yelled while looking down into the cock pit with an immediate curiosity to the blue light. The Boat tipped down the nose pointing at the ground and gave clear sight of the impact in the cockpit. Marcus quickly snapped at a harness as the freely unsecured MI troopers slid down in to the gaze taking blue fire. MI’s bumped against Marcus frantically trying to snatch anything to stop their fall, but was just out of reach of Marcus’s hands. Without little hesitation Marcus grabbed a MI as she slide closely by him, and she did the same by grabbing one sliding past her. Across from him Marcus noticed his CCO climbing the harness’s to the rear-end of the boat to escape the flames the lurked below them all. The CCO grabbed at a MI officer as he drifted quickly by him and held him by the finger tips, but the Officers grip was faulty and he slipped down with the rest of the troopers.

Gravity returned quickly to the chamber of the boat and the two MI troopers Marcus was now supporting was baring extreme pain onto his arm from their weight. The boat began to sway side to side in a slow spiral quickly getting faster and faster as the boat lost altitude rapidly.

Marcus yelled out, “Grab my belt and hold on, we are going down!” and the Troopers grabbed each other’s belt while Marcus put both of his hands on the harness and braced for impact. With a hard tug on his arm and a blast of debris making them sway in mid air, they had crashed. With a final jerk on Marcus’s arm it dislocated but he manages to get hold of the harness as he let out a terrifying scream of pain. When his fellow MI trooper heard this she dropped herself as well as the other trooper to the ground, landing with a loud thump of boots on metal then a crash of her toppling the other MI’s balance.

“Alright trooper, drop down we will catch you,” She said in a soft loud voice. Marcus didn’t care whether they caught him or not he was letting go, an he was surprisingly caught feet before busting his butt. When he looked up he realized that the woman that he had been  holding was his Squad friend from basic, Alanus Martrixi, another well trained squad leader in charge of a squad that backs up Marcus’s squad.

“Alanus thank religion that it’s you, I’m relieved to see you alive,” Marcus said as he let out a sigh of relief from the sudden though that his best friend was almost killed.

“Same to you, but not so happy that you pulled apart your arm, but thank you for saving us,” Alanus said waving to included the other MI trooper behind her, his name was Rexy Rezlink, a trooper from the Russians Federations Volunteer group assigned with the Black Nights a year before the Invasion.

“Yes, thank you comrade, that was very quick thinking on your part, I was surely to die here in this reechoed drop boat if it wasn’t for you,” Rexy said with his accented Russian voice. Marcus thought it sounded pretty cool, though he was in pain he didn’t spend much time thinking about it as Alanus gripped her arms around Marcus’s arm.

“I would tell you to brace yourself, but that would do no good,” When she finished her words she pushed up then snapped his arm back into his shoulder socket making him scream in pure immense pain and he feel backwards onto this other shoulder grasping the hurt one.

Alanus looked over as Rexy, “Is there anyone else alive?” and Rexy shook his head side to side with a depressing glare. Marcus finally calmed and looked across the chamber for the CCO from where he laid holing his arm still.

“What of the Officers, any alive?” Marcus asked huffing as he rolled up to his hips, still holding his arm but was yet again met with another shake of Rexy’s Head displaying his sympathies to the CCO who was still alive before the Impact.

“All of them are dead, we are the only ones left of the Ship comrades,” Rexy said calmly as he fiddled through the rubble looking for his Russian Styles MEA Rifle, or in other worlds Multi Environmental Assault Rifle, that supports the same ammo cartridge the American Fed B28 battle rifle.

Looking around there were plenty of holsters in the walls filler with their B28’s unscratched behind its thin metal cage.

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The DemiGod

The DemiGod

A long time ago in the great lands of ancient Greece, presided a City-Estate known as Sparta. In Sparta, men were trained to be the toughest and most ruthless military force on the face of the earth at the time.  To these Spartans, the greatest relief in battle was to be killed by a warrior that was better than them, for Spartans this was an honor, it was very hard to find another warriors of the Spartan fighting quality. Spartans were trained never to retreat and never surrender; in battles or to emotions, because it was considered a sign of ones weakness. For many people when they hear of Spartans or even about the Great Sparta City-estate, they think of the greatest warriors ever to live. Now, when these words echo into their ears, they think of one man, the man that could kill a god, the last Demigod.

Our Story begins on the summer coast of Greece with a small band of Spartan warriors walking in formation on a dry sandy beach along the Aegean coast line, led by a man named Spartugus. These warriors were not any typical Spartans; they were the top leaders in every aspect of warfare at their time. The king of Sparta at the time was at war with the Thebans and had very few soldiers to spare, so he gathered this group to handle a major disturbance in this town that was being menaced by unknown enemy. The king’s thoughts however, were that the Thebans might be trying to pull a ruse and take his attention of the war, and so Spartugus was sent to handle the problem.

As they arrive on the quite coastal village they noticed it was just a simple farmer village and was very distasteful. Building made out of the dark pine wood the bordered the edge of the forest, and weeds sprouted out through the beams of woods marking a path through the cent of the village giving it a almost abandoned look. The full moon arched over the mountains in the distance with its pale graceful light lighting up the path that lead to the town holding area where the peasants were gathered in a meeting. As the Spartans came within hearing distance they over heard the chatter of the recent events, a man’s child has wandered near the edge of the wood and disappeared without a trace few hours priors. The Last that was heard of him was a very short scream that broke like the snapping of a spear as if sword breaks through it with a cling. The peasant crowd came silent to a hush as the head of the group waved them down in the presence of Spartans.

“Spartans? What are Spartans doing here in the out skirts of Greece? Looking for trouble I presume? ” The Head Peasant asked.

“We were sent by King Lacedaemon to preserve the stability of the region and to put a stop to these disturbances.” Spoke Spartugus.

“We do not need help for this problem, for even we cannot tell you what is causing it.-

“Beats!” Interrupted a peasant, “They took my baby in the night of a full moon! They move without noise, like a shadow in the night, they can’t be found because they don’t want to be found.”

“SILENCE!” The head Peasant yelled. “We don’t know-

“But it’s true Negron!” Interrupted another peasant as the other peasants nodded with mumbles of agreement.

“Listen! Be quite all of you!” Spartugus said fiercely. “My men and I will solve this problem regardless of what they are.  These beasts you say that move without a sound and cannot be seen will yell in bloody horror as I place my blade into its shadowed carcass.”

The whole mass of them went silent with fear as they looked Spartugus in his glowing eyes from the moons reflection which showed he meant every word he said. They never seen a Man with such determination, but I guess they forgot he was a Spartan.

“Now,” He said looking around very slowly, “Point my men and I in the direction where the boy went missing and I’ll meet these beast if they show.”

The mass moved back around the Village, Stopping at its edge just before the woods.

“I take it this is it?” Spartugus said sarcastically and the peasants nodded. “Alright,” he said looking across his men then back-

Suddenly Loud screams followed the breeze as it slide through the masses. Spartugus recognized those screams instantly, Death.

“With haste! Other Side of the Village, Move!” A few Spartans in the back were first to move.

Spartugus directed all the peasants to barricade themselves in the Town holding area; he was the last to get around to the area of the screams. As he came around the edge of the last Hut in the viewing distance he froze. A sudden unspartan feeling travelled through his body, Fear. Standing 20 feet away stood a massive creature covered with thick white fur which resembled a wolf like creature, but it stood upright like a man.

A voice in Spartugus’s head yelled “What In the name of Zeus!”

The origins of the screams came from a woman the creature picked up, below it was her dead husband. The creature carless of the warriors near it drove its almost 2 feet long claws into the women’s chest  and drove its fangs, that were a half the length of the claws, into the women’s throat.

Spartugus was stunned, never before has he ever seen something of this nature. Spartugus along with all his men came completely frozen in shock. After a few long seconds his nerve returned

“ATTACK!” He ordered with a fury in his voice that could scare Hyades himself. Quickly his men reacted as they too regained their nerve and drew their swords to fight off the beast. The creature flung the dead bleeding women to the ground making a loud thump as it realized it was in danger, and dropped to all fours as it darted off into the woods. Spartugus without the slightest hesitation ordered his men to follow it quickly and do not lose sight of it.

As the chase commenced a few in the very front would yell out “There It Goes,” or “I can see it.”  Spartugus being the well trained Spartan he was stayed within the mist of the group going at a calm speed keeping a wary eye on the surroundings. Although it was just a beast they were in pursuit of he never liked to be surprised by anything so he was cautious to be aware.

The groups speed began to slow down to a halt, and then some of the men in the front began to murmur nervously. Spartugus turning in a 360 angle, decided to walk to the front to find out what happened to their soon to be victim beast. It was dead silent almost as he walked to the front, only the sound of the gentle breeze brislings the leaves as it blew through. Then in a almost sneaky manor a soft crack of a fallen branch sounded in the cover of the thick trees. CRACK! It sounded again from another angle, instantly making the Spartans braced themselves in the direction of each noise.

Spartugus’ eyes began to wander the surround woods around him anxiously looking for some sign of the beast, as it soon became dead silent again. As his eyes slowly gazed over a fellow Spartan comrade as a swift of white blurred out of the corner of his eyes, when he jerked his head to locate the source of the white blur there was nothing to be found.

Then out from the opposite side of the white blur sight appear a massive shadowed figure, it hid in the shadows of the trees only to be revealed from the moonlit back ground which gave distinction to its shape and size. One frightening characteristic, was its eyes, Spartugus looked at them as they glowed red with the intensity of Greek fire and hunger of violence. The Spartans braced themselves at it, waiting for it to move, but it didn’t it just stood there staring into the Spartans souls

“For the love of Athena fight us you mindless beast!” Yelled a Spartan. “You cowardly wolf”- t hen from behind the Spartans broke out the roar of rage from another beast as it ripped its claws into the yelling Spartan followed by its fangs striking into his neck then flinging the instantly killed body into a nearby tree and pressing on the other Spartans. Spartugus quickly realized they have been lead into a trap and yelled “AMBUSH!!”

Split seconds after the surprise attack from behind their flank the other immobile monster swiftly charge the group as the soldiers were distracted by the other side. It quickly speared a nonobservant Spartan through his back, easily piercing his body armor, and then the body swiftly went limp as the monster tossed it aside to attack another off guard Spartan, collapsing him to his feet.

Spartugus along with two other Spartans managed to subdue its surprise attack only to be brushed aside by another monster that charged out of the woods tackling a Spartan closely behind them. Spartugus fell to his chest with his helmet coming over his eyes as it was finishing sliding off his head accompanied by his spear tumbling away as well as if it feared destruction itself. Spartugus got hit in such a way he was completely disorientated and oblivious to the new arriving wolf like monsters. Spartugus was at the mercy of newly intelligent beast and gave into his urge of unconsciousness.

It wasn’t many minutes later when at the yells of the last Spartan dying awoke Spartugus from his temporary sleepy spell. He rolled over to remove his hand that was jammed between his body and his shield trapped against the ground.  He laid their on his back observing around him out of the corner of his eye that he was not the only one left alive. He flipped back over to rise himself slowly up from his knees keeping his head slightly tilted down as if looking at the ground but kept his eyes on the closest of the blood covered beasts the stood around him.

Then with a mockery face he placed on a darkly smile with a slight chuckle  and drew his sword slowly placing it at his side, and stood there like a statue waiting for his enemy to make a move. He knew there was only one outcome of this fight and he was trained his whole life to make it the most historic moment of his life, and this moment would be his glorious death, not on some battlefield but by a godless creature that stood over the tallest man and  had more wit’ than any philosopher in all Greece.

He quickly grew impatient with the edginess of possible death and spoke to the beast the stood starring him down, “Listen her you over grown dogs,” A few growled as if they understood him, “We know how this will turn out, So let us stop delaying it and ATTACK ME! Trust me; it is going to hurt you, a lot more than it is going to hurt me.” As his said his last words the beast in unison charged him, swiftly he turned back throwing a jab of his sword in to a beast that was on all fours charging him. Using his upper body strength he forced himself in the air over the collapsing beast and as he landed on his feet with his back facing a oncoming beast as he braced himself placing the sword backwards in both hands he slammed it backwards into the beast’ face as it tackled him into the air then his body flopping to the ground in a frenzy of rolls letting loose his words. His head smashed on the ground as he roughly came to a complete stop, and with a slow struggle for strength he began to raise himself off the ground smiling into the eyes of a oncoming bolder sized monster. Spartugus heard a foreign noise off to his side, a slight swish of a wire then right past the back of his neck over his shoulder flew  a deadly positioned arrow that slammed into the forehead of the beast, blasting it backwards with such force that part of its head flung off as the two opposing forces met.

Soon a volley of single arrows came quickly out of the trees, unknown to the seeing eyes, towards the remaining beasts. One after  another the beasts were struck down, and Spartugus fearing for his own life as the first arrow flew past his head dove fiercely to the ground.

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