The last battle. Chapter 1:
Two armies met near the river of blood. The front ranks of light -berserks of Gower-, marveling at the quantity of the undead forces,unseathed their claymores. This battle would surely bring their end,they knew it but they were not afraid of it,they were beyond hope and they had nothing to lose.
Heltor the Reaper,clutching his long sword, stepped forward and, examining the front ranks of dark, pointed his finger at the tall myrmidon warrior directly in front of him,challenging him to a duel.
"Ý am Heltor the Reaper, the chieftain of Yürsgrad, Ý challenge you to a fight to the death...."
The myrmidon slowly walked forward and stepped in front of Heltor,staring at him with arrogance. The warriors took their positions and tried to concentrate on each other... Myrmidon was going to defend, Heltor knew it... With a thick and loud war cry, Heltor started his attack by long slashes aimed at the head section of his opponent, the myrmidon blocked and parried every attack with self control, counter attacking with swift strokes. Heltor, realizing his turn to be defensive, retreated to find a strong defensive position. The myrmidon rushed at him, swinging his dual swords. Heltor, desperately, lifted his sword for defense. With the aid of an unholy frenzy, Myrmidon overwhelmed his opponent by fast strokes. Heltor managed to back off and make surprise attack with a swing to the mid section. Myrmidon blocked the attack and staggered backwards with the force of Heltor 's blow. His left foot caught a bulky stone, causing him to fall to the ground. Heltor quickly regained his position and attacked the fallen warrior with a strong slash to the upper mid section. The myrmidon tried to lift his left blade for defense. Too Late! The blade severed his head,causing a gush of dust mixed blood to spray to the ground.
Heltor swept the sweat from his forehead and grinned... He had won, but it was just the beginning...
