by jarrod May 7, 2008
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
�It can�t be, it�s just not possible� I mean he doesn�t even have the power.� Benjamin cried as he heard the news. �Afraid Ben?� said Staz. �I haven�t been able to contact the order tonight. We need to warn them as soon as possible!� Ben shrieked. �Well, you�re a priest and you haven�t been harmed� yet.� Staz teased. Just then the lights left the bricked room and a chill filled the air. �MOVE!� yelled Staz so loudly it froze Ben to his bones. She grabbed the middle aged man roughly by the arm and ran at the wall away from the door. Her hands entered her deceivingly slender coat and she pulled two flares from within. She crashed them together suddenly as she instinctively closed her eyes to protect her from the blinding light. She threw them across the room and again opened her eyes. Ben stood with an arm over his head dazed from the flash of light that erupted forth. A shadowy form slid quickly back out the now opened door as the flares landed near the doorway. Staz pulled out a curiously folded mechanical object again from within her slender coat. She hit it hard on the end and the object unhinged and clicked together into a now understandable object. She pulled out four folded arrows and quickly snapped them into form. She slid all four onto the bow string and pulled them back as she swung to face the window. Within an instant she shoved Ben out and leaped backwards through the window while sending a few shots threw the room. Ben was amazed at the speed in which she could fire. It was a blur of movements that somehow never took the time to care for time. Ben was lifted to his feet and they raced off down a nearby alley. |
This is awesome |