Here's the intro bit of it:
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Rain drops flowed into the intricate carvings of my mask; water spattered out of the open lip with every breath. I looked upwards to the grey sky. The rust dyed walls of the fortress surrounded me. The long handle felt slick, drops sliding and dripping off the hammerhead. The ravenous pounding of the doors in front of me matched my heartbeat. The dull thuds of flesh against metal and wood. I felt the pressure of the uneven courtyard cobblestones on my feet.
“Release them.”
The doors swung violently open as the locks were released. They came charging. Three of them, rotting, enraged. The blood-soaked robes felt heavy, sticking to my flesh. I inhaled the cold air deep into my lungs. I swung; the hammer whistling through the air; the weighted strands of chain-mail twisted outwards from my robes and clinked together.
No fear. No emotion.
The war hammer met the head of the first with a hollow sound; he fell, jaw still snapping. I swung back upwards, catching the second with the spike atop the hammerhead. The spike lodged itself into the head and refused to release. The limp head twisted as I jerked to defend myself with the shaft. The third still snapping, snarling, as it came barreling towards me.
The body weighed down the hammer. I blocked the attacker by jamming the side of the handle into the open jaw, the force of the charge sent shocks through my arms. It chewed on the wood while trying to viciously claw at my flesh. No fear. No fear. The pressure on the handle caused my gauntlet to bite into my hand.
The guards drew closer, the click-clack of their boots on the stone floor.
“Stop, this is mine!”
I tried to unhinge the spike from the head. The sound of twisting rotting flesh, gristly meat. The creature groped in the air in front of it; the force of its pursuit made for an uneasy footing. The handle started to give under the pressure of added weight and crushing jaw; snapping with a sudden violent crack. I began to fall backwards, the dead coming with me.
I released the broken half with the hammerhead; driving my newly freed hand into the face of the attacker. The body hit the floor with the hammerhead. The metallic clank drowned out the sound of bone and flesh.
We hit the ground. My vision shook. Unclear blurs. I felt its teeth gnashing against the metal of my gauntlet. Deep panicked breaths. No fear. Water spat out of my mask and back down upon me. Its soulless eyes looked down at me. I gripped the broken shaft tightly and drove into the side of its head. Its arms flailed and twitched before it finally fell limp.
Tossing the corpse from atop of me, I stood up. The broken bodies of the dead at my feet, black sludge oozing from their wounds. The rain washed the blood from my robes; red water draining in a circle around me.
“Release them.”
The doors swung violently open as the locks were released. They came charging. Three of them, rotting, enraged. The blood-soaked robes felt heavy, sticking to my flesh. I inhaled the cold air deep into my lungs. I swung; the hammer whistling through the air; the weighted strands of chain-mail twisted outwards from my robes and clinked together.
No fear. No emotion.
The war hammer met the head of the first with a hollow sound; he fell, jaw still snapping. I swung back upwards, catching the second with the spike atop the hammerhead. The spike lodged itself into the head and refused to release. The limp head twisted as I jerked to defend myself with the shaft. The third still snapping, snarling, as it came barreling towards me.
The body weighed down the hammer. I blocked the attacker by jamming the side of the handle into the open jaw, the force of the charge sent shocks through my arms. It chewed on the wood while trying to viciously claw at my flesh. No fear. No fear. The pressure on the handle caused my gauntlet to bite into my hand.
The guards drew closer, the click-clack of their boots on the stone floor.
“Stop, this is mine!”
I tried to unhinge the spike from the head. The sound of twisting rotting flesh, gristly meat. The creature groped in the air in front of it; the force of its pursuit made for an uneasy footing. The handle started to give under the pressure of added weight and crushing jaw; snapping with a sudden violent crack. I began to fall backwards, the dead coming with me.
I released the broken half with the hammerhead; driving my newly freed hand into the face of the attacker. The body hit the floor with the hammerhead. The metallic clank drowned out the sound of bone and flesh.
We hit the ground. My vision shook. Unclear blurs. I felt its teeth gnashing against the metal of my gauntlet. Deep panicked breaths. No fear. Water spat out of my mask and back down upon me. Its soulless eyes looked down at me. I gripped the broken shaft tightly and drove into the side of its head. Its arms flailed and twitched before it finally fell limp.
Tossing the corpse from atop of me, I stood up. The broken bodies of the dead at my feet, black sludge oozing from their wounds. The rain washed the blood from my robes; red water draining in a circle around me.
Also in a semi-related note, the novel I had previously written is now free on Amazon for this weekend :D
http://www.amazon.com/The-Last-Three-ebook/dp/B005XUHUFA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1339141620&sr=1-1
And for those without a Kindle, there's a Kindle app for PC/Mac/ipods (iphones/ipads included)