A lone Mesmer walks alone in the chaotic radiance of the night. Only slightly visible because of the small amount of light the stars were wiling to give to the world in absence of the sun. Walking ever so casually along the edge of a cliff so far behind enemy lines with eyes unopened. Being bored The Mesmer thinks back to how he got so far in to the enemy’s lines. He only recalls a few skirmishes. All of which numbers was not on his side because he always fights alone, and yet the fights always ended with him being the victor without so much as a scratch or a drop of blood staining him. Having danced from one opponent to the next slaughtering with such grace and effortlessness that if a audience had been watching they would have thought they were watching a dance and show rather than a actual battle where death and gore thrive. The Mesmer being more bored at recalling the uninteresting past fights stops to think. Then as the Mesmer was debating with himself what would be the most fun thing to do at the current moment. Senses vibrations in the ground as five targets running in his direction.
The Mesmer although soon to be surrounded is not surprised or scared. But rather bored. He yawns thinking “I hope these few can interest me more than the others could”. Then coming to the conclusion that they could not a idea occurs to him. Slightly smiling and at the same time scratches a line perpendicular to the cliff. The line hums with energy but not much for the enemies to pay much attention to. The mesmer hides his smile before the enemies get too close to see it, and creates a empty emotionless face. Small pebbles grind in the sand as the opponents charge. Suddenly the Mesmer senses the aura of 5 opponents and deduces their location. The rough aura of a hammer warrior on the far right. The sense of azure judgment of a hammer guardian on the far left. The sweet smell of death and decay, and a slimy yet unmistakable green aura of a duel dagger necromancer taking up the middle. with the sense of earth life and animal aura of a great-sword ranger and a dark smoke aura of a sword dagger thief on either side of the necromancer. Just as the enemies are but 20 feet away from the Mesmer The warrior and guardian leap in the air so as to trap the Mesmer from both sides With their bulk.The theif and ranger move slightly more to the left and right of the necromancer so as to give themselves room to swing their weapons, while the necro begins casting a spell that envelopes his weapons in green and black energy. Just when you think the mesmer is about to be smashed slashed and gored by the 5 other enemies. The mesmer simply and effortlessly takes a small step to the left so he stands between the necro and the ranger. Then (Swoosh) the 5 enemies are pulled off their feet and thrown toward the edge of the cliff like puppets yanked by their strings. The mesmer after moving to the left passes effortlessly between the necro and ranger. Both of whom were caught off guard and unable to swing their weapons toward the mesmer. The necromancer spell was interrupted(black and green smoke drifting away by the wind),and the rangers great-sword was lifted above and to the left of his head, pushed even more back away from the mesmer because of the force of the pull. The enemies battle cries turns to screams of fear as they fly past the edge of the cliff, and fall to their deaths
The mesmer. eyes having not even been opened before or during the enemies charge still closed. Listens closely to the wind. Still listening to their screams Almost 10 seconds goes by……then the unmistakable CRUNCH!!!!…4 more sounds of bodies smashing in to whatever lies at bottom of the cliff follow. Each a half second behind the last. The warriors and guardians smashing in the the ground was the loudest due to the heavy plate armor. The ranger and theif was slightly muffled but still recognizable. The last one was a laud and gruesome SPLAT!!! No doubt the sound of the necro wearing nothing but cloth slamming and splitting in every direction as he smashed in to the ground like a rotten tomato. Each of their screams stopping just as their respective bodies hit the ground.
A half smile forming on his lips. The Mesmer walks away, and opens his eyes to show silver irises that glow bright as the moon in the middle of the night.
(edited by Chaos.3579)