Anything in italics is action text, which means that something's either happening of someone or a setting is being described.

 

Person: Text is the format I use to show that a character is saying something

 

Chapter 9: An Assault on the Militia!

 

Rook smiles cockily at the exhausted Oscar and Iricryo.

Rook: A fine days work, boys. Keep this up and all the damage you've caused will be repaired in just a couple weeks. Hope you didn't have any plans.

 

They grumble and walk away from Rook angrily.

Oscar: God, as if being a lagger didn't start me in a bad enough position. By the time I get finished paying off these damages, I'm going to be so far behind that I won't stand a chance in hell.

 

Iricryo: Hey, this is all your fault! I haven't gathered a rare item in days because of you!

 

Oscar: Well at least all this work is giving us plenty of strength and endurance stat training.

 

Iricryo: Screw that, I need more rares! You better be watching that glove of yours, or you might wake up one day without it.

 

Oscar: No way, it's mine! I -

 

The sound of an explosion in the distance, and they stare over to the source. A large chunk of the wall surrounding the ceiling has been blown off and goes crashing to the ground, several people running scared from it before it crashes.

Oscar: What the hell!?

 

Several Militia begin to gather.

Militiaman: Gather up all the militia in this sector of the city! We need to flank across the west side of the wall and reinforce the weakening forces there! We can't let them gain access to the city, and they're probably going to try to get in through the crashed part of the wall!

 

The militia begin to move out, and Rook runs up and stops the first Militiaman.

Rook: What's going on?

 

Militiaman: We're under attack! Some crazy group of players came out of nowhere and laid waste to the Militia stationed outside the gates. We've been launching counteroffensives to try to drive them back, but at this rate they'll be within the city walls soon, and god knows what damage they would cause.

 

Rook: Whose crazy enough to try to take on an entire city of Militia?

 

Militiaman: Well they're timing couldn't be worse, the General just left this morning, along with an escort of some of our best.

 

Rook: Seems they've been waiting for this moment to strike, then. Come on, we must hurry!

 

Oscar and Iricryo had watched all these events unfold.

Oscar: Sounds exciting! Come on, let's go see what's going on!

 

Iricryo: Are you crazy!? If the Militia has their hands full, what chance do you think we stand?

 

Oscar: But think of how well equipped a group like that must be? Can you say ‘rare items?'

 

Iricryo: Well...I suppose as long as we aren't directly in the battle...just cleaning up afterwards...

 

Oscar: Let's go!

 

They rush off to the wall. They have just about arrived when another explosion rips through the wall, causing another piece of the wall to come crumbling down, crushing several homes. The force of the impact sends debris flying through the air, and Oscar and Iricryo have to brace themselves in order to keep their footing. Oscar winces to look through the debris and he spots something up in the sky.

Oscar: What's that?

 

A giant, golden bird flies through the air over the city. Many Militia carrying bows all fire onto the bird.

Militiaman: Damnit, they're through the wall!

 

Rook comes running up followed by an entire battalion of Militia following close behind him.

Rook: We've confirmed 12 of them total, how are they standing up to around 70 Militia?

Militiaman: 4 of them rode in on the bird, the other 8 are coming in through the two gaps in the wall in group of 4 each.

 

Rook watches the bird fly across the sky into the city, then quickly glances at each of the gaps, each positioned on two different sides of the wall.

Rook: They're going to try to surround the us, the ones coming through the wall hitting us on both sides in the front and the ones on the bird hitting us from behind! We can't let that happen! Retreat double-time to the inner city, that'll put them all right in front of us.

 

A call is shouted out, and Militia from all over the city begin rushing towards the center of the city and pass a lesser, secondary wall in the middle of the city.

Iricryo: I don't like the looks of this, we should follow them. I don't want to be in this group's way.

 

Oscar: Looks like everyone else has the same idea.

 

Many people are following the Militia and fleeing into the central area of the city.

On top of the bird, Phil looks down on them.

Phil: Hmph, guess the Militia aren't quite as dumb as I took them for.

 

Timmy looks over at him from his seat on the bird's neck. William, Phil, and Jack are all hanging on to the bird's back, Timmy being the only one who can sit up right on the bird and not have to hold on.

Timmy: Why don't we just fly over the center and destroy it from up here.

 

Phil: Flying over it when it's so heavily guarded would be suicide, we're not exactly well defended up in the sky.

 

William: Why don't we just go down there and tear them apart! I'm tired of waiting, we're the only ones who haven't gotten into a real fight yet!

 

Phil: Not a bad idea, actually. With all there might focused at the entrance to the inner city, being able to burst through the entrance with just pure physical might would certainly prove our power.

 

Timmy's scouter blinks many readouts.

Timmy: No one down there should produce too much of a challenge.

 

William: Then what are we waiting for!?

 

William leaps from the bird without any further thought.

Jack: He's always in such a rush. I guess I'll be off too, then.

 

Phil: Yes. Timmy, send word to the others that we're all to rush the entrance of the inner city.

 

Jack and Phil both jump from the bird.

Timmy: This isn't even a battle, it's a slaughter. I almost feel bad for those Militia ... almost.

 

Oscar and Iricryo watch as the Militia gather around the entrance of the inner city, weapons drawn, and arrows flying from the archers. Some magic is being flung towards the group as well.

Militiaman: They're rushing the entrance! Hold your positions!

 

William comes charging straight towards the entrance.

William: None of you will stand in my way!

 

He claws at a bunch of arrows flying at him, cutting them in half, then slices at the nearest swordsman near him, killing him in a single blow. Several other Militiamen with swords and axes charge at him. William blocks one, then slices at another, cutting straight through his sword and into his chest, then twirls around, cutting three more.

William: DIE! I'LL KILL OF YOU!

 

Rook pulls out his sword from over his back and charges towards William, trying to cut him from behind while he's distracted. As he charges, his way is blocked by a dark blade being pointed an inch away from his face.

Rook: What?

 

Jack smiles at him, holding the sword steadily aimed at him.

Jack: Naughty, naughty. Trying to attack someone from behind. You've got a higher ranking officer badge, too, I'd expect better from you.

 

Rook: Damn!

 

Rook leaps up just as Jack tries to stab through him. The force of Rook's jump crashes the ground around where he stood and he soars high in the air. He bounces off the wall and comes crashing at amazing speed towards Jack, sword first. Jack merely sidesteps the attack. Rook quickly spins around and assaults Jack with a barrage of sword attack, which Jack easily avoids. Finally Jack blocks an attack with his drawn sword, then in a flash he unsheathes his other sword with his free hand and cuts at Rook. Rook gets out of the way a little late and is hit in the side by the attack.

Jack: You'd make this easier on both of us if you just dropped already. You really don't stand a chance.

 

Rook: Why are you doing this? What is your goal in this battle?

 

Jack: Just to fuck with the Militia, I think.

Rook: What?! Why?!

 

Jack smiles arrogantly at him.

Jack: Just to prove we can.

 

Ryan, Osmond, Maggie, Austin K, Austin W, Jaime, and James begin to approach on the battlefield.

Jack: Looks like the rest of the group has arrived. It won't be much longer now.

 

Rook holds his sword at head level, ready to strike.

Jack: Come on, you don't want to see the rest of your men get slaughtered? If you want to die now, I'll gladly oblige.

 

Jack gets into a duel-wielding stance and faces off with Rook.

Somewhere outside the center of the city, three people are watching the battle from behind the wall of a building.

Tile: So, what do you think, should we offer the Militia some assistance?

 

Tile is a big guy with huge shoulders. He's bald with a shiny head and has a large pair of dark sunglasses. He dressed like a pro-wrestler.

The scene flashes the title, "Tile, Specialty: Wrestling Moves."

Rent: I don't see why we should, the Militia is always on our backs whenever we try to have fun, right boss?

 

Rent is wearing a full round-shield suit that covers his whole body, only the top of his head up to his eyes is revealed.

A scene flashes the title, "Rent, Specialty: Defensive Maneuvers."

Bane: Come on, don't you think these arrogant bastards need to be brought down a peg? I say it's an opportunity that we can't pass up.

 

Bane is short and dressed in demonic clothing with various spikes jutting out. He has wild, fire red hair.

A scene flashes the title, "Bane, Specialty: Fire Spells."

Timmy flies over the group on his bird, his scouter blinking.

Timmy: Where were they hiding all this time? Well, they have absolutely no idea what they're getting themselves into.