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Sceldrant's Comet

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by Michael Rogers


  Nathan: "Stand back!-"

  *An arrow shot through the forest and into the clearing, soaring towards Nathan.*

  Nathan: "Double Slash." *He quickly sliced the sword downwards and across, causing a spark to flash off the arrow's head.* "Ha! Blocked it!"

  Warrior: *He watched the arrow spiral in the air, landing next to Nathan's feet.* (He's skilled-)

  Thirty-Three: *He staggered into the clearing and lowered the bow.* "How-?"

  Warrior: "You two are late." *He grunted, watching a female and male warrior stagger towards him.*

  Female Warrior: "We're the only ones out of our entire platoon that was able to keep up."

  Nathan: *He smirked and raised the sword, ignoring the sweat which dripped off his chin.* "Any more takers-?"

  *A man suddenly appeared in front of the three warriors, landing on one knee.*

  Nathan: "Who-?"

  Female Warrior: "A flashstep?"

  Warrior: *He noticed the number nine scratched on the warrior's platinum armour, causing him to quickly bow to one knee.* "C-Captain!"

  Nathan: (Damn! A captain!) *He gritted his teeth and stepped back, watching the captain slowly stand up.*

  Captain: "Who's this, dirty lamp?!" *He chuckled like a mad scientist.*

  Female Warrior: "Dirty lamp?" *She whispered on her breath.* "Captain, that's a disgusting word to use-"

  Captain: "Zayden doesn't care what anyone says!"

  Nathan: "A captain that swears? Have the Consultants become desperate-?"

  Zayden: "Shut it, dirty lamp!" *He reached over his shoulder and pulled forward, causing a swirl of sparks to scatter around a large spear.*

  Nathan: *He stared at the spear in Zayden's hand, causing him to frown.* (A captain classed warrior has the ability to conceal their weapon inside special Astragon pockets.. And depending on his ranking, he may even be able to use Rostical-)

  Zayden: *He chuckled and licked his lips, pointing the spear at Nathan.* "Should I slit your-?"

  Thirty-Three: "All respect, captain. The Consultants have requested him alive."

  Zayden: "Tssk." *He spat to the side in disgust, as if he was displeased with the information.* "Why?"

  Thirty-Three: "They wish to know more about Scoldrant Users."

  Zayden: "Those feral things-?"

  Nathan: "Are we going to fight, or not?" *He shouted, pointing the sword at Zayden.*

  Zayden: (That dirty lamp.) *He discreetly frowned in a serious-like manner, causing his eyes to glow an eerie yellow colour.*

  Nathan: (His eyes-?!)

  Warrior: (What a fool.) *He looked up, staring at Nathan in an unimpressed-like manner.* (He may be skilled with the sword, but to challenge a captain-?)

  Zayden: *He stepped forward and flashstepped behind Nathan, causing two slash-like sparks to scatter off his sword.* "Bring him to Sorrpowprax immediately!"

  Thirty-Three: *He noticed Zayden standing behind Nathan.* (Wow-)

  Female Warrior: "But he's still stand-?"

  Nathan: "Fast-" *He dropped his sword and suddenly fell to his knees, collapsing face-first into the dirt ground.*

  Zayden: "Now!"

  Thirty-Three, Female and Male Warrior: "Sir!"

  Nathan: "Damn.." *He mumbled under his breath, slowly falling unconscious.*

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  *Every sound echoed inside a large warehouse which sounded like a sport's hall.*

  Ashton: *He walked inside the warehouse and noticed Lance standing with other people, forming a line.* "So what did I miss?" *He walked up to Lance and smiled, joining the line.*

  Rachael: *She walked in front of the line, facing them in a curious-like manner.* (I have a feeling this will be another awesome paintball fight.)

  Lance: "You have an option of pickin' three items, one is a sword, shooter and a shield. All of 'em are over there." *He glanced at Ashton and pointed to a table, drawing his attention towards it.*

  Ashton: *He walked over to the table.* (So it seems all the shooters have been taken and only one person took the sword.)

  Rachael: *She discreetly watched Ashton lean over the table with a smile.* (Ash..)

  Ashton: (And nobody touched the shields. Looks like I have no choice then.) *He grabbed one of the shields lined at the far right and walked back into line.*

  Lance: *He looked down and noticed the shield in Ashton's arms.* (A shield? Seriously-?)

  Ashton: *He noticed a sword by Lance's side.* "I see you're the one that got the sword, haha aren't we the odd ones out?" *He lifted up his shield with an awkward smile.*

  *A few guys at the end of the line laughed amongst each other, as they pointed towards Lance and Ashton.*

  Rachael: "Okay, so the rules for today are standard, are there any new people in the group? If so, please raise your hand."

  *Nobody raised their hands, causing Rachael to nod her head.*

  Rachael: "Okay, there are thirty-three combatants. There are two ways of winning, when twenty minutes are up, everyone is to line back here and whoever has the least amount of paint wins."

  Player: *He raised his arm before speaking.* "Is that all?"

  Rachael: *She shook her head.* "Or, if everyone is covered with paint before time is up, then the last person wins. Any questions?"

  Teenager: "Yeah, why is a hot little chick like you running a place like this?"

  Rachael: "Why are you here? Do you have a permission slip from your parents or guardian?"

  Teenager: "..." *His friends giggled at him, causing him to look away in a defeated-like manner.*

  Rachael: "Alright, there is a first and second winner prize. We will issue out these white shirts." *A man started to hand out white shirts to everyone.* "And one last thing, play fairly. You all have thirty seconds to get ready after the buzzer. You will get disqualified if you leave the boundaries."

  Lance: *He squinted his eyes and stared at Rachael with confusion.* "Isn't she that chick from our work?"

  Ashton: "Yeah, Rachael has two jobs, she works here every Tuesday-"

  Lance: "Why?"

  Ashton: "Because her dad does office work, so she comes out to cover for him."

  Lance: "Wateva."

  Rachael: "Could I get all of you to position yourselves outside. Each person will be supplied with one litre of black paint, and don't worry it's user-friendly."

  *All the players started to walk outside, causing them to scatter across the arena to hide.*

  Rachael: *She noticed Ashton and Lance.* "Hey, Ashton." *She walked up to them and smiled, brushing her hair back.* "And.. Lance."

  Ashton: "Hello, Rachael."

  Lance: "'Sup?"

  Rachael: *She noticed the sword and shield in their hands.* "Too bad guys."

  Lance: "Ah wateva." *He rudely grunted and walked outside.*

  Ashton: "Lance usually fails sometimes-"

  Rachael: "Fails sometimes? Hehehe."

  Ashton: "Haha, but when it comes to these type of things.. I always end up underestimating him."

  Rachael: "Okay." *She giggled and blushed.*

  Lance: *He glanced across the arena and noticed different shaped blocks.* (Where to hide?)

  *Speakers which were placed high on poles started to play music loudly.*

  Rachael: *Her smile faded, as she became alert to the music.* "You better get in position it's starting."

  Ashton: "Okay.. Oh and Rachael, thanks for letting us in." *He raised the shield, as he walked outside.*

  Rachael: "Hehe, of course." (Good luck, Ash.) *She pushed a button on a control box and a loud buzzing sound echoed throughout the arena.* "Begin!"

  Ashton: *He ran up to Lance who hid behind a stack of multi-coloured boxes.* "Are we teaming up?"

  Lance: "Was that even a question?"

  Ashton: "Okay it was, it will be better-"

  *Two teenagers ran across the opening and were shot from all angles.*

  Rachael: *The speakers which played the music, faded into silence.* "Out." *Her voice caused the two t
eenagers to walk back into the waiting area, as the music started to play again.*

  Ashton: (Their shirts were completely saturated within four seconds.) "Lance, what are you doing?"

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  *Luna walked into her bathroom and slowly closed the door behind her, glaring at the mirror as if she was afraid.*

  Luna: "I-I hate lookin' at myself." *She whispered to herself and walked up to the mirror, staring at her image with an emotionless face.*

  *Luna slowly grabbed the bottom of her shirt and took it off, instantly revealing the numerous cuts all over her body.*

  Luna: *She threw her shirt onto the floor and leant forward, placing her hands on the side of the sink.* "No matter how many times I wax or shave, I'm always hairy! A girl shouldn't look like a gorilla!"

  *Luna started to heave, causing sweat to run down her forehead.*

  Luna: "And I always sweat. I'm so disgusting-"

  ?????: "Is everything alright in there, hun?"

  Luna: "Yes, mother." *She grunted on her breath and turned around with watering eyes, walking up to the shower.*

  ?????: "Are you sure-?"

  Luna: *She twisted the taps, turning the shower on.* "Yes, Kairi." *She grunted in an annoyed-like manner, stepping into the shower.*

  Kairi: "Okay. Let me know if you need anything."

  Luna: "Wateva." *She lowered her head under the water, hiding her tears.*

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  Rachael: *She observed the paintball field from the roof, watching Lance being surrounded by five players holding shooters.* (Lance has a sword with paint, while the other team members have shooters-)

  Player: "Let's get him-" *He smirked in a smug-like manner and pulled the trigger, causing the other members to shoot at Lance.*

  Lance: *He swayed to the side, closely avoiding the first barrage of paintballs.* "Aha, pathetic, aye-"

  Player: "Shut up!" *He squinted one eye, shooting black paintballs at Lance's head.*

  Lance: *He sliced the sword around him, causing strings of black paint to splash away from him.* (This is for Ash!)

  Rachael: *She watched Lance skilfully avoid the continuous barrage of paintballs, while slashing each player.* (Wow-) "Out... Out... You're out." *Her voice echoed and sounded static, due to the poor speakers inside.*

  *The players on the bench in the waiting area all looked up and stared at the next announcement.*

  Rachael: "The game is now over! Everyone to the waiting area and the winner will be announced." *She walked down metal stairs from the roof, closely followed by the staff.*

  Staff Member A: "Have you seen a guy move like that before?"

  Staff Member B: "No, he was obviously determined, huh?"

  Staff Member A: "Sure was. I wonder who over?"

  Rachael: "Thank you all for playing." *She spoke to the players inside the warehouse and looked outside, watching the remaining players walk in.* "They're coming now."

  Ashton: *He waited on the bench with the other players, mumbling to himself in thought.* (I wonder how Lance went?)

  Rachael: (How did he do that?) *She thought to herself in shock.*

  *Five players walked in with black slash marks all over their shirts.*

  Ashton: *He closely observed the smear marks on the player's shirts.* (Was that from Lance?)

  *The players on the bench started to chatter amongst themselves until Lance trotted in.*

  Lance: (Too easy-) *The players noticed no trace of paint on his shirt, causing them to gasp in disbelief.*

  *One of the five players took his shirt off in anger and threw it on the ground.* "It was five against one and we all had shooters." *He looked at the four players.* "You're all pathetic." *He stormed out of the warehouse.*

  Lance: (Pathetic alright.) *He chuckled to himself, as he walked over to Ashton.* "Let's go, I'm gonna head home 'n' get changed."

  Ashton: "Okay, let me quickly talk to Rach for a sec."

  Lance: "Wateva." *He rolled his eyes and took off the shirt.*

  Ashton: *He slowly walked up to Rachael, as she bent over a table and shuffled papers.* "Hey."

  Rachael: "Oh, hey." *She faced him and blushed.*

  Ashton: "I know Lance somehow won, but he-"

  Rachael: "He's bored and wants to go home?"

  *They smiled and awkwardly giggled.*

  Ashton: "Well, I better go-"

  Rachael: "Bye." *Her face became redder.*

  *Ashton and Lance casually left the warehouse, covering their faces due to the sunlight which shined in their eyes.*

  Ashton: "So, how did you do it?" *His car lights flashed, as he unlocked the car.*

  Lance: "Do wat?"

  Ashton: *He opened the door and placed his hands on the steering wheel.* "How you were able to take them all out?"

  Lance: "I dunno, it's just a game."

  Ashton: "They all teamed up against you."

  Lance: "I know." *He spoke on his breath as if he didn't care.*

  Ashton: (Lance being Lance.) *He sighed and started to drive towards Lance's house.*

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  Cortax: "What are you doing here? We aren't due for tax for another three weeks."

  Kath: "Actually, we're not here for tax." *She smirked in an evil-like manner, listening to the trees move in the cool night's breeze.*

  Ridley: "Do you think a Consultant would bother themselves over something so petty?"

  Victoria: "Then why?"

  Ridley: *He looked at Kath and waved his hand around Cortax, as if he was implying something.* "Would you like to go first?"

  Kath: "Indeed." *She stepped forward, drawing all attention towards her.* "This visit is about your abilities."

  Victoria: "Our abilities?"

  Kath: "The way you channel Neurons and Astragons, we know this can also be done through Radiatons."

  Cortax: "Radiatons?" *He spoke in confusion, slowly shaking his head.*

  Ridley: "Don't take us for fools."

  Cortax: "How do you know about Radiatons?!"

  Ridley: "Hmm? I don't know much about my colleague's past, but, shouldn't you recognise her? This is The Ruins of Estel, right?"

 

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