I can provide that courage for you. Just think, of being not just as good, but better than your peers around you,” Azullah leered. “I know how they pick at you because of your passiveness. I can assure you that it can pass, right now. You are the one in charge, you are the one to make this decision.” Azullah extended his hand as he remained standing over him, with his smile displaying his glimmering teeth. Lars thought about never having to fear those battles again. He pondered of what it would be like to be bolder than a lion; to stand up and fight any adversary, human or non-human in his path. He looked up at Azullah’s hand, which was extended for him to take. Lars reached up and grabbed his hand. As soon as Lars blinked, Azullah was gone, and everything around him was back into motion.
Lars stayed there in that ditch for a moment more, and felt this urge to fight. His heart began to flutter and he felt the passion overtake him. Standing, he saw what looked to be a Fireman’s axe on the forest floor. Lars reached for it and took a tight grip. Just as a Sabian was riding passed, Lars swung the axe like a baseball bat, and slammed it into the knight’s torso hard enough to knock it off its horse. The knight crashed with a thump, and Lars raised the weapon high over his head. With one swipe down, the edge was buried into the beast’s throat. Blood splattered against Lars’ clean button-down shirt and face, as he felt the lukewarm liquid run down his face. He could taste the Sabians blood; it was much like human blood but thinner. With one strong yank, he pulled the axe from the dying knight’s neck. Lars turned to his right, to see one of the knights turn its horse around. The Sabian then nudged its steeds’ ribs, and the monstrous horse began to charge to Lars. Gripping the handle tightly, Lars took a few steps and began to run toward the Sabian that approached him. He raised the axe once again, and with a hard thrust, launched the weapon at the Sabian. The axe twisted in a circular motion, as it made its way to the charging knight. The axe blade found its way to the Sabians face. The impact broke the Sabian’s obsidian mask, imbedding itself into the foe’s skull. The knight fell backward, yanking its horse along with it.
The other Sabians turned and looked back at the calamity. Lars ran over to his kill. Seeing the blood seeping from the wound, the Sabian lied motionless as its horse, all dressed in glimmering silicon armor fought to stand once again. At this time, the Sabians had turned around and were poised to avenge their comrade’s death. Lars took quick notice to the ion cannon at the downed Sabian’s left. Lars placed his hands upon it, feeling it was still warm. Gripping the cannon, he lifted it and turned it toward the oncoming horsemen. Angling the heavy weapon, he rested the butt against the Sabian’s arm, and aimed at the first one. Lars yanked the circular trigger, and the machine lit up. It didn’t fire. He noticed the small monitor was illuminated at the butt of the weapon. There was a light blue laser sight that shined on the charging knight. The Sabian saw what he was doing, and yanked the horse’s reins. The animal stood on its hind legs and screamed, where it came back down to the ground. Lars fit his hand into the round trigger and yanked as hard as he could. From the end of the ion cannon, an explosion was heard and felt, as Lars’ vision was hindered. The beam of light flashed as fast and bright as lightning, hitting the Sabian. When the beam collided with it, the knight burst from the inside out. Its body blew apart, along with its armor that shattered like glass. Half of the horse was blown apart as well. The sound of the impact was enough to shake the forest floor, as Lars looked on to the horse that was cut in half. He could see the flash beam still in his vision, as the other Sabians gathered around him. Lars yanked the cannon over to the others and pulled the trigger twice. The beam fired and he closed his eyes. The burning hot flash was sent up to the trees, thus cutting through the huge branches. Sparks fell to the ground below, as the flaming branches crashed down. Lars watched in awe, seeing the fire light the darkness of the forest. There, standing on the other side of the roaring flames, were seven Sabians, all whom watched him.
Lars heard the pops and patters of guns, as the Sabians turned and looked behind them. Two Sabians fell off their horses, as the others tried to rush over toward their attackers. He waited for a moment, watching as the Sabians were gunned down. It became silent, and the fire died down. Glowing ashes floated around Lars as he saw a few people approaching. He looked at the chaos that he had caused. It felt good; invigorating. He didn’t feel bad from giving into Azullah, as the others had told him he would. If anything, he felt powerful and elite, and more than anything, he wanted more.