Post by branur on Mar 2, 2012 10:31:48 GMT -5
A nuzgul set down on the batle field in front of the Gondorian's encircled on the blood rained bridge. It hissed and looked towards the Captain. "I have come to parry in the name of Mordor," It said in a icy, death darkened tone. "Step foward Captain." Branur stepped foward, just out of curiosity of what the rider had to say. "I will not parry with a lump of black cloth!" Branur said as he walked from the ranks. The nazgul hissed in irritation then spoke, "I can spare the lives of all your men if you give yourself to Mordor. The darkness is your only ally now, fool!" "Nay, we have allies on the way. I will not give in. These men are loyal to Gondor and as am I. We will fight till our last breath. We will make this bridge run red with your blood and that of countless others! We will bring this bridge crashing down if we have to! Right, Men of Gondor?" Branur said and raised his blade. Cheers of the soldiers behind rung clearly in the morning light, Branur had called for a last stand. And that was what Mordor would recieve. The nazgul hissed and backed away climbing aboard its fell beast, but as it did Branur rushed foward. The beast slashed its claws but missed. Branur lunged digging his blade into it's neck, and then pulling out and stabbing its eye. The beast fell, orcs and haradrim yelled and the Gondorians chraged both flanks. Battle had begun!
The nazgul stood and hissed. "You have raised my ire, foolish, insolent, Captain!" "And you are just angry all the time..." Branur said as he lunged slamming his greatsword into the Nazgul's blade.The two metals made a loud clang and spark. Branur was on the attack, relentless. Heavy atack after heavy attack, the Nazgul slowly lossing ground and having to back off the from the mortal's might. The Nazgul then gave a screech and stunned Branur before swing low. Branur jumped back, the blade skimming his chest plate with a sicking yell of twisting metal. The Nazgul then swung downwards and Branur blocked. "For Gondor!" He yelled and kicked the kneed the Nazgul while thier weapons locked. The nazgul stumbled and Branur swung, taking off a large section of robes on its shoulder to revel its twisted black armor. Branur then pressed downward and the shoulder pad of the Nazgul broke. The Nazgul then grabbed Branur's neck and tossed him down. Branur crashed into the ground, hitting his unarmored head on the stone bridge floor. His vison blurred and he felt blood whelling on his neck. He then saw a flash through his bluured vision and felt a agonzing jolt of pain in his chest. Branur fell limp. The nazgul cackled and withdrew its sword.Branur then jumped up as it walked to slay a nearby soldier and ran it through, he stabbed his blade straight though it. Black armor clanged on the floor. Branur pulled his blade out and lobbed off one its arms next, with a jumping power attadck. The nazgul secreeched and fought back, giving a flurry of blows with it's sword. In all acounts the Nazgul's blade should have prieced Branur's heart, but not, due to luck and three layers of chainmail wrapped in a steel plate. Branur and the Nazgul danced a dance of blades. Niether gaining a foothold or advantage. Branur then swung low at the Nazgul's legs tripping it. The Nazgul screeched and parried Branur's finishing blow before rolling away. "Die now son of Elendil!" The Nazgul cackled and screeched loudly. Branur covered his ears and rushed the man, sinking his sword into Branur's side. Branur staggered away bleeding. The Nazgul rushed again, Branur was ready. In a feat of skill Branur rushed forward himself parring the Nazgul's attack and sweeping sideways slashing the Nazgul across the mid-section, the nazgul swung again. Branur jumped over the blade and down on top of it, shattering it. The Nazgul screeched. It was over. Branur lobbed his blade low hacking the Nazgul's armor in half, then brought his blade down right into a stab on the cowl. The undead rider gave one more screech before its robes and armor went limp. Branur had won!
Branur turned around to the screams of men and battle. He limped over, blood gushing from his side and down his leg. He killed a orc with a simple blow, parried a haradrim and kicked him down. Stabbing him in the chest right afterward. Branur made it to his trrops and noticed only a few remain. Thirty-odd Gondorians still moving were all Branur could see. He looked to the ground and noticed the fallen, dozens of Gondorians dead on the earth blood-trodden. The grimicing expressions of their final moments still plastered on their faces. Tears fell down Branur's eyes and all the pain in his wounded side faded.
Tis was all a split second it battle, seeing the dead, the tears of the lost. Now Branur was ready to fight till his last breathe again. With tears of anger and sadness for his fallen kin streaming across his face, Branur lunged into the enemy line. He cleaved enemy weapons, armor, and flesh alike. In a wraith of venegeful furry. He made it to a pinned soldier and ran the the haradrim about to finish the Gondorian off. He then twisted cleaving down four orcs in one massive sling of the blade. Following up with a power attack halving a haradrim's shield and breaking both the foul man's arms. Branur was single handedly pushing a small pocket of the swarm of foes back. His blade was crimson red with blood and his anger still burning deep in the chambers of his mortal heart. Branur felty abandoned his reinforcements had'nt come, all this sacrafice would be in vain. All the might in his body was draining and he was bleeding badly. But hr fought on, the fire of Elendil and humanity burning deep within his heart. His will, courage, moral, and mental strength, stronger than any metal on this earth. More orcs and haradrim came and he cleaved a great many down in single sweeps his blade, breaking their entire beings.
Midday had arrived and Branur was fighting on his last limbs. He was now tiring, forced in a circle with the remaining eighteen of his men, encircled on all sides by hundreds of foes. It was their last stand. -To be continued-
The nazgul stood and hissed. "You have raised my ire, foolish, insolent, Captain!" "And you are just angry all the time..." Branur said as he lunged slamming his greatsword into the Nazgul's blade.The two metals made a loud clang and spark. Branur was on the attack, relentless. Heavy atack after heavy attack, the Nazgul slowly lossing ground and having to back off the from the mortal's might. The Nazgul then gave a screech and stunned Branur before swing low. Branur jumped back, the blade skimming his chest plate with a sicking yell of twisting metal. The Nazgul then swung downwards and Branur blocked. "For Gondor!" He yelled and kicked the kneed the Nazgul while thier weapons locked. The nazgul stumbled and Branur swung, taking off a large section of robes on its shoulder to revel its twisted black armor. Branur then pressed downward and the shoulder pad of the Nazgul broke. The Nazgul then grabbed Branur's neck and tossed him down. Branur crashed into the ground, hitting his unarmored head on the stone bridge floor. His vison blurred and he felt blood whelling on his neck. He then saw a flash through his bluured vision and felt a agonzing jolt of pain in his chest. Branur fell limp. The nazgul cackled and withdrew its sword.Branur then jumped up as it walked to slay a nearby soldier and ran it through, he stabbed his blade straight though it. Black armor clanged on the floor. Branur pulled his blade out and lobbed off one its arms next, with a jumping power attadck. The nazgul secreeched and fought back, giving a flurry of blows with it's sword. In all acounts the Nazgul's blade should have prieced Branur's heart, but not, due to luck and three layers of chainmail wrapped in a steel plate. Branur and the Nazgul danced a dance of blades. Niether gaining a foothold or advantage. Branur then swung low at the Nazgul's legs tripping it. The Nazgul screeched and parried Branur's finishing blow before rolling away. "Die now son of Elendil!" The Nazgul cackled and screeched loudly. Branur covered his ears and rushed the man, sinking his sword into Branur's side. Branur staggered away bleeding. The Nazgul rushed again, Branur was ready. In a feat of skill Branur rushed forward himself parring the Nazgul's attack and sweeping sideways slashing the Nazgul across the mid-section, the nazgul swung again. Branur jumped over the blade and down on top of it, shattering it. The Nazgul screeched. It was over. Branur lobbed his blade low hacking the Nazgul's armor in half, then brought his blade down right into a stab on the cowl. The undead rider gave one more screech before its robes and armor went limp. Branur had won!
Branur turned around to the screams of men and battle. He limped over, blood gushing from his side and down his leg. He killed a orc with a simple blow, parried a haradrim and kicked him down. Stabbing him in the chest right afterward. Branur made it to his trrops and noticed only a few remain. Thirty-odd Gondorians still moving were all Branur could see. He looked to the ground and noticed the fallen, dozens of Gondorians dead on the earth blood-trodden. The grimicing expressions of their final moments still plastered on their faces. Tears fell down Branur's eyes and all the pain in his wounded side faded.
Tis was all a split second it battle, seeing the dead, the tears of the lost. Now Branur was ready to fight till his last breathe again. With tears of anger and sadness for his fallen kin streaming across his face, Branur lunged into the enemy line. He cleaved enemy weapons, armor, and flesh alike. In a wraith of venegeful furry. He made it to a pinned soldier and ran the the haradrim about to finish the Gondorian off. He then twisted cleaving down four orcs in one massive sling of the blade. Following up with a power attack halving a haradrim's shield and breaking both the foul man's arms. Branur was single handedly pushing a small pocket of the swarm of foes back. His blade was crimson red with blood and his anger still burning deep in the chambers of his mortal heart. Branur felty abandoned his reinforcements had'nt come, all this sacrafice would be in vain. All the might in his body was draining and he was bleeding badly. But hr fought on, the fire of Elendil and humanity burning deep within his heart. His will, courage, moral, and mental strength, stronger than any metal on this earth. More orcs and haradrim came and he cleaved a great many down in single sweeps his blade, breaking their entire beings.
Midday had arrived and Branur was fighting on his last limbs. He was now tiring, forced in a circle with the remaining eighteen of his men, encircled on all sides by hundreds of foes. It was their last stand. -To be continued-