Post by Oceanblaze on Mar 11, 2007 3:57:48 GMT -5
Wystern -Summon Knight Universe-
A bolt of lightning sweeps across an already barren landscape. The sounds of swords clash and cling with one another. The battle cries of spirits and man aloud roar across it into infinity.
A solider with a ghostly spirtual weapon engages a fisted teen. His spear cuts her cheek and his spiked shield is barely avoided removing her yellow head cap. She leaps forward and throws out a left hook with her gloves. Infused with lightning each blow she lands sends shocks threw his body untell he falls. No sooner than he does however another is there to take his place lunging for her.
The sound of swords and lance clash however as a blonde haired cool eyed teen gaze narrows and he pushes forward with his immaculate edge defeating the next sword wielding opponent with a single blow. The two are pushed back by the large numbers hundreds have fallen by there hands but there had still been so many..
At the gates of wystern four figures stand girl and boy side by side. With spirt creatures floating and fighting beside them. A pink haired fairy rises above the ground casting her hands forward sending out a turrent of water that swopped across everything. It looked to have ended things but this strange army just grew larger in number. In the wake of the magical flood a capped green bunny like animal rose sending out massive tornados of green energy that sent even more black soliders threw the air and back down to the ground.
There allies behind them fighting there hearts out. Two of these brave teens fight fluidly switching back and forth between a large array of weaponry as one punches one swings with a lance to cover them while the other switches to a sword to cover them. There are no sounds of clashing blades just the sounds of there powerful blades making impact against the enemy.
The other two are pushed back even further to a wall where they look to each other. A demon boy and an Oni Girl rise up over them as a red gem glows in crimson light endowed by there power. Its radiant light blinds all before them as they appear in ebony armor with red veins and lash out at the crowd with dual waves of energy from there weapons.
All the fighters return to the gate panting but they continue there strong offensive. The shortest of them all with blue hair and the fairy spirit shouts "We will hold them here! We dont have a choice!" the blonde comments "You say it like we dont already know. Keep you mouth shut and spend your hands time hitting something."
They all look at each other breifly then back to the battle. All the summon creatures cast there hands forward healing there partners in blue light. "Thanks" they all say looking to the battle...as more and more black creatures come toward them.
"What are we?" they all shout "Craft knights!" the transformed armored blonde shouts "And a craft knights word?" They all rush back into battle spreading out against the horde. "Is stronger than steal!"
The camra gives an overview of the battle field. Its convered completely in marching black...against the small group guarding the gates.
A bolt of lightning sweeps across an already barren landscape. The sounds of swords clash and cling with one another. The battle cries of spirits and man aloud roar across it into infinity.
A solider with a ghostly spirtual weapon engages a fisted teen. His spear cuts her cheek and his spiked shield is barely avoided removing her yellow head cap. She leaps forward and throws out a left hook with her gloves. Infused with lightning each blow she lands sends shocks threw his body untell he falls. No sooner than he does however another is there to take his place lunging for her.
The sound of swords and lance clash however as a blonde haired cool eyed teen gaze narrows and he pushes forward with his immaculate edge defeating the next sword wielding opponent with a single blow. The two are pushed back by the large numbers hundreds have fallen by there hands but there had still been so many..
At the gates of wystern four figures stand girl and boy side by side. With spirt creatures floating and fighting beside them. A pink haired fairy rises above the ground casting her hands forward sending out a turrent of water that swopped across everything. It looked to have ended things but this strange army just grew larger in number. In the wake of the magical flood a capped green bunny like animal rose sending out massive tornados of green energy that sent even more black soliders threw the air and back down to the ground.
There allies behind them fighting there hearts out. Two of these brave teens fight fluidly switching back and forth between a large array of weaponry as one punches one swings with a lance to cover them while the other switches to a sword to cover them. There are no sounds of clashing blades just the sounds of there powerful blades making impact against the enemy.
The other two are pushed back even further to a wall where they look to each other. A demon boy and an Oni Girl rise up over them as a red gem glows in crimson light endowed by there power. Its radiant light blinds all before them as they appear in ebony armor with red veins and lash out at the crowd with dual waves of energy from there weapons.
All the fighters return to the gate panting but they continue there strong offensive. The shortest of them all with blue hair and the fairy spirit shouts "We will hold them here! We dont have a choice!" the blonde comments "You say it like we dont already know. Keep you mouth shut and spend your hands time hitting something."
They all look at each other breifly then back to the battle. All the summon creatures cast there hands forward healing there partners in blue light. "Thanks" they all say looking to the battle...as more and more black creatures come toward them.
"What are we?" they all shout "Craft knights!" the transformed armored blonde shouts "And a craft knights word?" They all rush back into battle spreading out against the horde. "Is stronger than steal!"
The camra gives an overview of the battle field. Its convered completely in marching black...against the small group guarding the gates.