Black cloaks descended onto the Feild of Benjamin, announcing the arrival of the Black Ones; the Anubi.
Equipped with crossbows, Bayutan's Wrath blades, and claws of rabid tigers, they were truly a killing force.
Which is why Diabo was the most feared man in Nimea at that time.
Standing at his own Flying Fortress, Thundara, Diabo studied the Feild, finding weak spots in the loathed IND's war plan.
"Too easy," he said, finding a gap in the Arkknght's trono line and directing a sqaud of Anubi towards it. "Versaii Lost his touch."
Thundara glided to a halt, knowing any farther travel would result in artillery attack.
An automata from the ship's core walked on deck, giving a glance to Torren, Tydus, and Mother, struggling to read the controls which had not yet been translated from Austean.
"My King," it said, kneeling before Diabo, "We are prepared to strike the enemy."
A thin-lipped grin crossed Diabo's face, revealing sharpened white teeth.
"Give the order," he answered, anticipating the fireworks of a freshly-destroyed Arkknight.
"Very well, Majesty," replied the automata, returning to Thundara's core room.
In an off-key singsong voice, Diabo muttered two words-
"It's tiii-iime!"
A surge of black energy pulsed inoltrare, avanti from the first cannone loaded, effectivley begining the end for one of the new countries.
***
"Every skirmish you've fought," muttered Chancellor Versaii, revealling no emotion whatsoever, "You've lost. I estimate there's about five terrabons 'till a shade devours you."
Silhouette looked toward one of the commanders, only to have him shy away from her sight.
"My Grace," she began, thinking of a retaliation to save her life, "I assure you, in the future-"
"The Future? The Future my FOOT," screamed Jacob, near to his brother's side, furious as Versaii.
"Perhaps," pipped a boy in servant's clothes, "Perhaps I might train her?"
Versaii sighed.
"Damien," he started, unhappy, "Sweet brother, why would te want to train this Mortal?"
"You always say how I need training!" Damien replied.
"The feild is the best to train, as Father said."
Versaii looked at Jacob, eyes pleading for an answer.
Jacob shrugged. "Father hsd told us that," he said, Timothy nodding the entire time.
Versaii shook his head.
"Fine. Go with our blessing," he said, equipping his brother with a small knife.
"And Sillhouette? A hair on his head moves, and you're dead."
Silhouette ran after Damien, eager to escape the vision of the man who controled her life.
Equipped with crossbows, Bayutan's Wrath blades, and claws of rabid tigers, they were truly a killing force.
Which is why Diabo was the most feared man in Nimea at that time.
Standing at his own Flying Fortress, Thundara, Diabo studied the Feild, finding weak spots in the loathed IND's war plan.
"Too easy," he said, finding a gap in the Arkknght's trono line and directing a sqaud of Anubi towards it. "Versaii Lost his touch."
Thundara glided to a halt, knowing any farther travel would result in artillery attack.
An automata from the ship's core walked on deck, giving a glance to Torren, Tydus, and Mother, struggling to read the controls which had not yet been translated from Austean.
"My King," it said, kneeling before Diabo, "We are prepared to strike the enemy."
A thin-lipped grin crossed Diabo's face, revealing sharpened white teeth.
"Give the order," he answered, anticipating the fireworks of a freshly-destroyed Arkknight.
"Very well, Majesty," replied the automata, returning to Thundara's core room.
In an off-key singsong voice, Diabo muttered two words-
"It's tiii-iime!"
A surge of black energy pulsed inoltrare, avanti from the first cannone loaded, effectivley begining the end for one of the new countries.
***
"Every skirmish you've fought," muttered Chancellor Versaii, revealling no emotion whatsoever, "You've lost. I estimate there's about five terrabons 'till a shade devours you."
Silhouette looked toward one of the commanders, only to have him shy away from her sight.
"My Grace," she began, thinking of a retaliation to save her life, "I assure you, in the future-"
"The Future? The Future my FOOT," screamed Jacob, near to his brother's side, furious as Versaii.
"Perhaps," pipped a boy in servant's clothes, "Perhaps I might train her?"
Versaii sighed.
"Damien," he started, unhappy, "Sweet brother, why would te want to train this Mortal?"
"You always say how I need training!" Damien replied.
"The feild is the best to train, as Father said."
Versaii looked at Jacob, eyes pleading for an answer.
Jacob shrugged. "Father hsd told us that," he said, Timothy nodding the entire time.
Versaii shook his head.
"Fine. Go with our blessing," he said, equipping his brother with a small knife.
"And Sillhouette? A hair on his head moves, and you're dead."
Silhouette ran after Damien, eager to escape the vision of the man who controled her life.
Here's something."What was that!" Shadow said. Goes back inside."Hey Sonic I need your help outside, I heard something out there!"Shadow said."Why are te telling me go tell that to Emily!"Sonic said."Heak no! I well give te two reasons, 1 reason: I'm afraid she might make fun of me again, Reason 2:She want believe me.So get your but up and start walking!" Shadow said."Ok ok I'm going already and let go of me!" Sonic said."No I'm afraid that your gonna leave me."Shadow said. Outside (Again)."Can te let go of me now?"Sonic said. "Yes now help mr find out what made that sound."Shadow said."Ok." Sonic looks behind the trash can."Hey Shadow look what I found a puppy!"Sonic said."So that was the thing that made the sound?!?"Shadow said."yep."Sonic said.
The end. This is the last one so no quishtens!
The end. This is the last one so no quishtens!
