The sharp light of day illuminated the crystals of sand that
swirled around the face of a bleak desert. The broken landscape
stretched into the distance as far as the eye could see. The only
thing that broke up the monotony was a line of black figures
moving in the distance. Around ten were walking on two legs with
three others walking on four. Another figure was seated a
distance from them with his back up against a rock. He was
polishing an already gleaming assualt rifle. The figure's face
was completely obscured with a gas mask, the eyes of which were
tinted black. He had a tan coloured jacket on with the hood
pulled up over his head. He also wore tan coloured trousers and
shoes. The only colour that was visible at all on him was his
mask and the sidearm he kept at his belt.
As the line of figures in the distance drew closer the figure went prone and put the sight of his rifle to his eye. Through a scope that had been attached to the top he had a clear view of the people. It was a trade caravan that was carrying goods to be sold at the nearest town. There were ten figures none of them with weapons but with the umistakable signs of Dark magic users. Their hands were cracked and blackened as if by fire, they wore no shoes, as anything they wore on their feet would be instantly burned, and, the most clear sign of all, they had no discernable iris. The figure then studied the four legged figures. They were clearly animals of some kind. They had been brought up by the people of the Light. Their fur was pale and their eyes a shining blue. However they had many scars over them and wounds that were still bleeding. Even as he watched one of the Dark users lashed out with his hand and a thin cut sliced through the flank of one of the creatures.
The figure decided to act at this point. Balancing his gun on the nearby rock he took aim at the lead figure. There was a brief second where he levelled the figure's chest in his sight but then he squeezed the trigger. The bullet sped through the barrel at high speed and flew straight into the figures chest. At once black flames spread from the hole consuming the man. His scream pierced the silence of the desert. He fell awkwardly to the ground black fire spreading from where he lay. The sound of the gunshot and the scream had upset the animals. One of them charged forwards, trampling another man. In the disorentation caused, as the enemy looked around for where the shot had come from, the figure fired twice more. Now four enemies were down and the last six were scared. By chance one of the figures managed to spot him. Knowing what was about to happen the figure grabbed his gun and dived sideways. A blast of concentrated black fire hit the rock exploding it instantly into dust. There was even a quite large crater under where the rock had been. The figure landed and rolled over. He brought up his gun and in one fluid movement fired six shots. Two of them found their mark. One in the figures shoulder and one slicing through his neck.
The bullet that cut through the neck also severed the man's
jugular and black fire sprayed out, burning another figure
standing nearby. The other four men decided at this point that
they'd had enough and ran for it leaving the animals behind. The
figure got up and shook sand out of the creases in his clothing.
He then got out a cloth and wiped the eye pieces of his gas mask
so that he could see clearly. He then walked over to the animals,
taking care to step on as many Dark users as possible. They were
still jumpy but he ran a hand across their neck and they soon
calmed. He began leading them off into the distance.
He pulled out a pair of binoculars and peered through them. In the distance he could see the outline of a small town. "Next stop" came a male voice from behind the mask "The trading town of Krinsh"