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By Craig A. Price Jr.
Searon’s claymore was in his hands, glowing red, sparkling as he twirled it about to deflect blows from axes all around him. And yet, even as he defended himself against the black scaled reptilian draeyks, the blazing orange eyes he saw in his dreams the night before were still the only thing on his mind. He felt as if those eyes were watching him still, and he could almost swear to have seen them through the thick forest enveloping him. Three draeyks lay dead on the ground. The stench of distilled vinegar and rotten eggs brought an awful taste in his mouth, taking away the scent of pine that he treasured so much.
Only two of the creatures remained, both cunning warriors, but frightened at his skill with a blade. He didn’t understand why he was having such a hard time killing the savage creatures. For the past three years Searon had been slaughtering a few each and every day, yet it never seemed like it would be enough. There was only one of him and there seemed to be thousands of the wretched creatures. Sometimes it felt as if they would never die, but keep coming back to haunt him in his nightmares.
He charged the two draeyks in front of him, focusing all of his rage for the creatures. Anger bled Searon’s veins to his clenched fists, passing through them and into his claymore as it grew brighter and brighter, with such ferocity making a crimson gleam to his weapon, that was nearly blinding even to himself. Each of the creatures blocked his incoming strikes with so much precision that had him baffled. He tried changing the degree in which he slashed the blade, but the attempt seemed even more useless than what he was doing before. A flash of orange stole his attention as he looked into the oak trees beyond. Before he even heard the click of the crossbow, he felt the searing heat of a bolt entering his left shoulder. Gritting his teeth over a shout of pain, Searon tried to shake off the tingling burn that was running through his veins. He stepped forward, ready to be done with the savage creatures.
Now three stood in front of him, two with axes held high and another farther back with a crossbow in its grasp. He stood calm, teeth barred, soaked by raindrops under a blanket of storm clouds while thunder rattled the ground around him. His boots felt slick against the wet leaves and mud, yet he held his ground. He took a step back and sheathed his claymore in its scabbard. The two creatures in front rushed at him now that he was weaponless. He quickly ducked and leapt away from them as the third with a crossbow locked a bolt into place.
One draeyk brought its axe down towards Searon’s head. He reached up and grabbed the weapon as a bolt pierced his forearm. His teeth clenched as a great moan of anguish escaped his mouth, but he did not let go. Despite the excruciating agony, he continued forward, allowing his rage to turn his pain into numbness. He kicked the draeyk in the gut, causing it to drop its weapon, which he was able to snatch before it hit the ground. Searon twirled the axe in his hands and chopped the overgrown lizard’s scaly skull in two, closing his eyes he heard the crunch of scales and bone, and grimacing as he wiped his face of black ooze that filled his nostrils of spoiled milk and vinegar.
The other draeyk charged at him, delivering swift blows, which struck in such an odd pattern that made it difficult for him to deflect. He let the handle of the axe slide down his hands as he blocked another attack. Searon spun the axe around, feeling the unbalance of the weapon, and used the blunt side to slam into the creature’s knee. A loud ding in his left ear echoed from where an arrow struck his crimson and gold helm. The draeyk in front of him collapsed to his injured knee in the mud, clearly defeated at the hand of Searon. Before he finished the creature, the warrior stared deep into its soulless red eyes with such hatred that the wretched reptile nearly flinched. Searon nodded approval at the defeated creature’s distress before slashing its throat, causing the thick ebony blood to pour down the creature’s body before it collapsed onto the ground.
|Edward Norton||as Searon|
|Neil Patrick Harris||as Karceoles|
|Milla Jovovich||as Anaela|
|Elisha Cuthbert||as Starlyn|
|Kate Beckinsale||as Arria|
|Christian Bale||as Sh'on|
|Charlie Cox||as Andron|