As Cochise walked slowly through the temple of Golia, his Indian followers close to his side, their weapons held high above their heads ready for combat. Cochise signalled for his battalion of highly trained warriors to cover the two entrances that appeared on the left and right wall, almost parallel with one and other.
“Cochise.......... thought you had got lost in the desert!” bellowed a rough voice that ricocheted off the temple walls.
“My friend, we Indians are never late nor are we early we come at the exact moment when needed.” Replied Cochise, his voice calm.
At the northern wall where a crack appeared to let some natural day light in, a well built warrior, possibly from one of the tribes closer to the coastal regions, due to the tanned skin he had, burst through the wall his double bladed sword twirling by his side.
“My friend let the battle commence.” Hissed the man a grin running across his face.
Both Cochise and his followers attacked with a number of weaponry, all aiming for his broad face.
“I can’t let you walk free this time Red cloud; it is my duty as leader of the Apache to strike you down.” Sighed Cochise. A fallen apprentice you are, and a fallen apprentice you shall stay.” Stated Cochise.
Red cloud, annoyed by Cochise’ replies he charged forward striking down 3 of Cochise’ Indian brethren. The remaining two from the tribe leaped forward from the entrances at the side throwing their battle axes, but he easily deflected the axes with his bottom blade. Without a moment’s hesitation, Red cloud through his right hand out in front of him, letting out a florescent green beam killing the two attackers instantly.
“Now Cochise, we can commence with a proper battle.”
“My friends, strong you have become in the art of swordsmen ship, but narrow minded you are in the fundamental channelling of the spirit.” Replied Cochise.
Cochise lowered his weapon and crouched down into mediation channelling the spirits of the victims of Red clouds twin blades.
“You’re making this very, very easy for me Cochise.”
Red cloud walked over to Cochise his weapon pointing directly towards his head. Cochise raised his head so his gaze would meet Red clouds. The twin blades that Red clouds twirled from his right hand to his left, destroyed in his hand claming his hand as Cochisedone so.
Red cloud screamed out in pain, blood pouring from his hand. Cochise deep in meditation gripped Red cloud by the waist, with his wide mind.
“Cochise................................. Co......chise.” wheezed Red cloud.
His breath got smaller and smaller, until his tanned face turned blue, Cochise loosened his grip letting Red cloud fall onto the temple floor.
“At once you are one with the spirits of the gods, fighting is not always the best option, my friend......Red cloud.”