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"Leave us alone!" cried Vute as he ran from the arrows, bullets and lasers fired his way. He was carrying his grunny, Timothy, on his arm as his gwee, Wingaling (or wings, as he was often called), flew beside them. Vute jumped down a hole and Wings followed, sitting next to him, they both took deep breaths. The three were safe for now, but Vute knew the others would soon catch up. Timothy struggled free of Vute's arm and ran to the other side of the hole, digging at something. The grunny dug and dug until curiosity got the best of Vute, as it often does and he went over to see what his grunny was so fascinated with. Vute looked into the hole Timothy had made it seemed botomless. Vute couldn't quite see what was in the hole, so he reached a hand in and felt something warm, he clasped it, it felt like the hilt of a blade. Vute pulled but it wouldn't budge. Timothy and Wings tried to help pull as best they could. It wouldn't budge, then suddenly, they were pulled into the hole. Vute lost conciousness.
"ugh... what happened?" vute said to himself as he opened his eyes. Hiding behind one arm was Timothy, and Wings had been poking at Vute's face, trying to wake him. In Vute's other hand was a sword, a flaming sword. "Oh my god... what?" Vute shot up and looked around, he couldn't see the hole he'd come through, everything looked... brighter here, bute something didn't sit well. "At least it seems safe here" Vute sighed. Wings began flying circles around Vute, as he often does, while Timothy sniffed the air. "Well guys... I don't see a way out so we may be here a while" and with that, Vute began walking.
As Vute was walking he came across a path, a sort of road, it seemed, and down the road he saw a crowd of people, he ran to see what was going on and his two companions followed. "Yes that's right!" Vute heard as he drew closer to the crowd, he could see a man standing in the middle, holding a sword and shield. "I'll fight anyone man enough to accept my challenge, and if they win I'll even give them ten thousand gold out of my own pocket! C'mon! any of you ladies up for it?" the man shouted. "Hey!" someone in the crowed yelled, this guy brought a sword! he must have come to challenge Anthony!" the crowd cheered and pushed Vute to the center with Anthony. "N-n-no, what? I don't want to fight! I didn't come here for that!" Vute exclaimed, but it was too late, Anthony, blinded and deafened by his excitement at the thought of being able to show off and take some kid out had already leapt in the air and was coming down, lunging his sword at Vute. Vute instinctively smacked Anthony's sword away with his own, anthony jumped back and looked at his sword, it was ruined, the flames from Vute's blade had melted what they touched "Gah, cheap thing" said Anthony throwing his sword down "I don't need that anyway!, I think you'll find my shield a little more durable!" Anthony charged Vute Bashing and Pinning him with his shield "I've got you now!" he said, but just as he was about to deliver a powerful blow Timothy chomped down on his leg. Anthony jumped to hi feet and hopped around, while hopping he stepped on Wings' tail, which really agitated him, Wings turned his head and shot flames from his mouth, burning the uninjured leg of Anthony, who had fallen to the ground at this point. Vute stood up and a man rushed over to him, holding up Vute's hand "And the winner is..." he shouted and then realised he didn't know the person he was about to declare victor "it's Vute" Vute whispered "VUTE!" the man finished, and the crowd went wild.
Vute · Sat Feb 16, 2008 @ 03:24am · 1 Comments |
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