Battle For Volgondia: And So It Begins. . .
May 31, 2005 4:53:10 GMT
Post by asparoukh on May 31, 2005 4:53:10 GMT
It had been a long day at "The Quiet Cove". A large group had gatered to celebrate a man's day of birth, and there were many dishes to clean. Asparoukh flew half-asleep into his apartment. For some reason, he really didn’t bother with the door much. “What’s the point when I can just fly in?” he thought. The Kouberian left the window cracked slightly open so that a breeze could get in. It had been a long day, and Asparoukh just wanted to sleep. Walking into the bedroom, he dropped his Kwan Dao blade on the floor, not bothering to sheathe it, and he dropped unconscious onto the bed.
Asparoukh walked through a lush meadow near Master Kroum’s dojo. White blossoms covered the ground and danced delicately through the air, after falling from the gorgeous groves of orchids that Asparoukh’s master was so fond of. Their perfume scent would soften the hardest heart and settle the most turbid soul.
In the middle of the groves, Asparoukh saw Kroum standing in his weathered form. The aged master had seen many a battle, a fact his peaceful countenance could not hide, even in such a beautiful place. He opened his eyes and fixed his vision on his young student. A look of concern crossed the ancient Kouberian’s face.
“What’s wrong, Master?” Asparoukh asked. “It has been quite a while since you have presented such a troubling appearance to anyone.”
Kroum almost seemed to smile, “Much has worried me since your absence my young disciple.” The look suddenly darkened and he grew serious. “We are going to die soon; your brothers cannot last much longer; your mother is weary, having suffered one great death already and a thousand more; and my armor is growing tired of blocking so much steel and crushing so much flesh. Volgondia is suffocating, Asparoukh. A vile poison grips it, and you must be careful that it does not grip your soul as well. Your kingdom needs you young Prince. There is no time. You must hurry.”
It was strange. Master Kroum never referred to Asparoukh as Prince. What force could compel him to speak out of custom? Asparoukh had no time to ask for an answer as the sky above him darkened and the ground below him gave way . . .
Asparoukh awoke and immediately felt a vile presence above him. He opened his eyes to see a dark silhouette with bony projections sticking out of its shoulders and arms. Familiar red eyes glared at its prey, and a putrid breath fell upon the Kouberian, whose legs were pinned down by the weight of the dark assassin. It took only a few seconds to realize the identity of the presence, no, presences in his room, as a very familiar blade shimmered in the moonlit room, eager for blood.
”Hazars!” Asparoukh’s mind screamed as the bloodthirsty creature hovered above him, waiting for the kill.
In moments, Asparoukh had fully awakened, as if he was doused by a bucket of cold water. He knew that if he didn’t act, he would be dead. Quickly taking in the situation, he counted three assassin breed Hazars total: one to the left of the bed, a second crawling on the ceiling, and the third pinning him down onto the bed. Asparoukh’s eyes flared at his chosen executioner, gathering ki above the pupils. A bright blue light filled the room, and twin lasers rushed from Asparoukh’s eyes towards the neck of the Hazar. The creature let out a deafening scream as the lasers seared its flesh, filling the room with a terrible odor. The shock of the attack caused the Hazar to lift some of his weight off of Asparoukh. It was all that the Kouberian needed, pulling his legs from underneath the mass of bone and flesh and thrusting his feet into the jaw of his assassin. His head snapped back and saliva flew into the air as Asparoukh connected with his opponent’s jaw, forcing him to fly backwards and crush a small drawer in the back corner of the room. Immediately, the two other Hazars sprang forward in order to finish the job that the first had failed. However, Asparoukh remained low on the bed and lifted his Kwan Dao blade telekinetically. The Kouberian hurled the weapon directly at the Hazar leaping at him from the left. The blade flew across the path of the vile creature assailing Asparoukh from above, temporarily halting the attack. The Hazar on the left was not as lucky, as the blade pierced through its chest with a sharp crack, forcing dark blood to pour out of the wound and the beast’s protruding mouth.
The enemy’s advantage was quickly beginning to disappear, and Asparoukh knew that he had to move as quickly as possible. Springing up from the bed, Asparoukh attacked the Hazar delayed above him, hammering it into the sternum with an armored fist. Gracefully leveling himself with the beast, gasping for air, the Kouberian drove a crushing side kick into its face, sending the Hazar flying into his companion, rising off of the crushed drawer. While the two creatures angrily rolled around on the apartment floor with tails making a horrible scraping noise on the hardwood floor, Asparoukh dropped down to the third Hazar, who stood staring stupefied at the handle of the blade protruding from its hemorrhaging torso. Asparoukh grabbed the base of the handle, making a sickening noise in the process, and whirled it around elegantly decapitating his foe. The Kouberian nimbly stepped away from the fallen corpse so as to stay out of the blood pouring from the base of its neck.
By the time of the decapitation, the two remaining Hazars had managed to untangle each other and had begun to encroach on Asparoukh, pushing him towards the far end of the room. They assumed a quadra pedal position as if about to leap towards the Kouberian, but instead opened their mouths forming purple ki balls in their perpetual, malicious grins. By the time Asparoukh had braced himself for attack, the blasts had hit their target, slamming him into the wall and filling the room with dust. The two creatures then leapt toward Asparoukh, who had left a clear indentation in the wall. Asparoukh jumped forward to meet the two vile beasts.
Two Hazarian blades were halted by one swing of Asparoukh’s Kwan Dao blade. Having pushed one blade out of the way, Asparoukh drove into the Hazar on the left shoulder first. The two bodies impacted with a loud thump, but only Asparoukh’s held its ground as he sent the Hazar flying back. Before the Kouberian could further pursue that opponent, the Hazar on his right sliced at his face with his blade. Asparoukh felt the breeze from the blade hit his cheek as he bent away from the attack. However, the attacking Hazar’s momentum still carried him towards Asparoukh, and the Kouberian responded by letting his attacker nearly land on top of him and then connecting with a forceful side kick directed at the ceiling. The beast was sent flying straight into the roof so hard, that its horns were stuck into the ceiling, leaving it hanging temporarily.
Meanwhile, the other Hazar had resumed its attack with a horizontal blade strike. Asparoukh leaned back on his right leg and extended his blade forward, so as to slow prevent a direct charge from the Hazar. Suddenly, the room was filled with a bright blue light as Asparoukh unleashed a blast from his left hand.
Energy Blitz!
The blast struck the Hazar directly in its exposed torso, sending it crashing through the window and striking the edge of the roof of the building opposite the apartment. The shockwave from the blast freed the Hazar stuck to the ceiling, and it dropped directly onto the awaiting Kouberian. Asparoukh reacted slicing his opponent’s legs clear off. A look of fear appeared on the red, reptilian eyes of the Hazar as Asparoukh whirled his bloody blade completely around and into the opponent’s torso. It fell with a sickening thump on the ground, adding to the death and destruction that had taken over the small room.
Asparoukh now turned toward the whole that his blast had formed in the wall. His cool blue eyes transfixed the Hazar that had righted itself on the roof. Its tail twitched fiendishly and it let out a saurian scream, challenging the Kouberian to the death. Unfortunately for the creature, Asparoukh had completely fallen into his rhythm. It was no longer a surprise attack, where he was dazed and outnumbered. Now it was one on one, and Asparoukh carried a significant advantage in this contest. He allowed his bluish aura to burst free in all its glory, shaking up the building, and blowing any loose items out of the room. Rocketing out of the hole he had made moments early, he drove directly at the Hazar, who now realized the peril it was in. It jumped back away from the roof, and Asparoukh followed in a rage. Memories of the last battle with the Hazars were streaming into Asparoukh’s mind and he was intent on wiping one more out before the night was done.
The Hazar assassin was clearly outclassed, as Asparoukh easily caught up to it in midair and struck it in the jaw with all his might. His opponent flew across several blocks until it hit the edge of one roof, breaking off several bricks and skipping onto building roofs until it dropped down onto the dojo grounds. Before it could get up, Asparoukh was on it, driving a knee into its back and slamming it face first into the concrete floor. Keeping his knee on the writhing Hazar’s back, Asparoukh lifted its head off the blood-stained ground and pulled it directly back, where the neck gave the most resistance. There were only a few seconds of struggle, and then – CRACK! The Hazar’s neck snapped and in one swift motion, the Kouberian drove the horns adorning its enemy’s head directly into its back. The body twitched for a few more seconds and then silence returned to the night.
Asparoukh stood back up and let out a deep breath. “How is it that the Hazars have arrived on Eden?”
Asparoukh walked through a lush meadow near Master Kroum’s dojo. White blossoms covered the ground and danced delicately through the air, after falling from the gorgeous groves of orchids that Asparoukh’s master was so fond of. Their perfume scent would soften the hardest heart and settle the most turbid soul.
In the middle of the groves, Asparoukh saw Kroum standing in his weathered form. The aged master had seen many a battle, a fact his peaceful countenance could not hide, even in such a beautiful place. He opened his eyes and fixed his vision on his young student. A look of concern crossed the ancient Kouberian’s face.
“What’s wrong, Master?” Asparoukh asked. “It has been quite a while since you have presented such a troubling appearance to anyone.”
Kroum almost seemed to smile, “Much has worried me since your absence my young disciple.” The look suddenly darkened and he grew serious. “We are going to die soon; your brothers cannot last much longer; your mother is weary, having suffered one great death already and a thousand more; and my armor is growing tired of blocking so much steel and crushing so much flesh. Volgondia is suffocating, Asparoukh. A vile poison grips it, and you must be careful that it does not grip your soul as well. Your kingdom needs you young Prince. There is no time. You must hurry.”
It was strange. Master Kroum never referred to Asparoukh as Prince. What force could compel him to speak out of custom? Asparoukh had no time to ask for an answer as the sky above him darkened and the ground below him gave way . . .
Asparoukh awoke and immediately felt a vile presence above him. He opened his eyes to see a dark silhouette with bony projections sticking out of its shoulders and arms. Familiar red eyes glared at its prey, and a putrid breath fell upon the Kouberian, whose legs were pinned down by the weight of the dark assassin. It took only a few seconds to realize the identity of the presence, no, presences in his room, as a very familiar blade shimmered in the moonlit room, eager for blood.
”Hazars!” Asparoukh’s mind screamed as the bloodthirsty creature hovered above him, waiting for the kill.
In moments, Asparoukh had fully awakened, as if he was doused by a bucket of cold water. He knew that if he didn’t act, he would be dead. Quickly taking in the situation, he counted three assassin breed Hazars total: one to the left of the bed, a second crawling on the ceiling, and the third pinning him down onto the bed. Asparoukh’s eyes flared at his chosen executioner, gathering ki above the pupils. A bright blue light filled the room, and twin lasers rushed from Asparoukh’s eyes towards the neck of the Hazar. The creature let out a deafening scream as the lasers seared its flesh, filling the room with a terrible odor. The shock of the attack caused the Hazar to lift some of his weight off of Asparoukh. It was all that the Kouberian needed, pulling his legs from underneath the mass of bone and flesh and thrusting his feet into the jaw of his assassin. His head snapped back and saliva flew into the air as Asparoukh connected with his opponent’s jaw, forcing him to fly backwards and crush a small drawer in the back corner of the room. Immediately, the two other Hazars sprang forward in order to finish the job that the first had failed. However, Asparoukh remained low on the bed and lifted his Kwan Dao blade telekinetically. The Kouberian hurled the weapon directly at the Hazar leaping at him from the left. The blade flew across the path of the vile creature assailing Asparoukh from above, temporarily halting the attack. The Hazar on the left was not as lucky, as the blade pierced through its chest with a sharp crack, forcing dark blood to pour out of the wound and the beast’s protruding mouth.
The enemy’s advantage was quickly beginning to disappear, and Asparoukh knew that he had to move as quickly as possible. Springing up from the bed, Asparoukh attacked the Hazar delayed above him, hammering it into the sternum with an armored fist. Gracefully leveling himself with the beast, gasping for air, the Kouberian drove a crushing side kick into its face, sending the Hazar flying into his companion, rising off of the crushed drawer. While the two creatures angrily rolled around on the apartment floor with tails making a horrible scraping noise on the hardwood floor, Asparoukh dropped down to the third Hazar, who stood staring stupefied at the handle of the blade protruding from its hemorrhaging torso. Asparoukh grabbed the base of the handle, making a sickening noise in the process, and whirled it around elegantly decapitating his foe. The Kouberian nimbly stepped away from the fallen corpse so as to stay out of the blood pouring from the base of its neck.
By the time of the decapitation, the two remaining Hazars had managed to untangle each other and had begun to encroach on Asparoukh, pushing him towards the far end of the room. They assumed a quadra pedal position as if about to leap towards the Kouberian, but instead opened their mouths forming purple ki balls in their perpetual, malicious grins. By the time Asparoukh had braced himself for attack, the blasts had hit their target, slamming him into the wall and filling the room with dust. The two creatures then leapt toward Asparoukh, who had left a clear indentation in the wall. Asparoukh jumped forward to meet the two vile beasts.
Two Hazarian blades were halted by one swing of Asparoukh’s Kwan Dao blade. Having pushed one blade out of the way, Asparoukh drove into the Hazar on the left shoulder first. The two bodies impacted with a loud thump, but only Asparoukh’s held its ground as he sent the Hazar flying back. Before the Kouberian could further pursue that opponent, the Hazar on his right sliced at his face with his blade. Asparoukh felt the breeze from the blade hit his cheek as he bent away from the attack. However, the attacking Hazar’s momentum still carried him towards Asparoukh, and the Kouberian responded by letting his attacker nearly land on top of him and then connecting with a forceful side kick directed at the ceiling. The beast was sent flying straight into the roof so hard, that its horns were stuck into the ceiling, leaving it hanging temporarily.
Meanwhile, the other Hazar had resumed its attack with a horizontal blade strike. Asparoukh leaned back on his right leg and extended his blade forward, so as to slow prevent a direct charge from the Hazar. Suddenly, the room was filled with a bright blue light as Asparoukh unleashed a blast from his left hand.
Energy Blitz!
The blast struck the Hazar directly in its exposed torso, sending it crashing through the window and striking the edge of the roof of the building opposite the apartment. The shockwave from the blast freed the Hazar stuck to the ceiling, and it dropped directly onto the awaiting Kouberian. Asparoukh reacted slicing his opponent’s legs clear off. A look of fear appeared on the red, reptilian eyes of the Hazar as Asparoukh whirled his bloody blade completely around and into the opponent’s torso. It fell with a sickening thump on the ground, adding to the death and destruction that had taken over the small room.
Asparoukh now turned toward the whole that his blast had formed in the wall. His cool blue eyes transfixed the Hazar that had righted itself on the roof. Its tail twitched fiendishly and it let out a saurian scream, challenging the Kouberian to the death. Unfortunately for the creature, Asparoukh had completely fallen into his rhythm. It was no longer a surprise attack, where he was dazed and outnumbered. Now it was one on one, and Asparoukh carried a significant advantage in this contest. He allowed his bluish aura to burst free in all its glory, shaking up the building, and blowing any loose items out of the room. Rocketing out of the hole he had made moments early, he drove directly at the Hazar, who now realized the peril it was in. It jumped back away from the roof, and Asparoukh followed in a rage. Memories of the last battle with the Hazars were streaming into Asparoukh’s mind and he was intent on wiping one more out before the night was done.
The Hazar assassin was clearly outclassed, as Asparoukh easily caught up to it in midair and struck it in the jaw with all his might. His opponent flew across several blocks until it hit the edge of one roof, breaking off several bricks and skipping onto building roofs until it dropped down onto the dojo grounds. Before it could get up, Asparoukh was on it, driving a knee into its back and slamming it face first into the concrete floor. Keeping his knee on the writhing Hazar’s back, Asparoukh lifted its head off the blood-stained ground and pulled it directly back, where the neck gave the most resistance. There were only a few seconds of struggle, and then – CRACK! The Hazar’s neck snapped and in one swift motion, the Kouberian drove the horns adorning its enemy’s head directly into its back. The body twitched for a few more seconds and then silence returned to the night.
Asparoukh stood back up and let out a deep breath. “How is it that the Hazars have arrived on Eden?”