by C S » Wed May 21, 2008 11:50 am
Gallant rode up to where his small town awaited his return, hoping for the news he had killed the Witchking. In the dirt paved streets, people rushed to the city hall, the direct center of the town. The Deathknight charged into the village on his horse. The skeleton horse jumped onto spilled muti colored fabric, his foot prints igniting the hay and it quickly spread to a small wooden embroidering hut. Gallant got off his horse, it running off to cause some more destruction of it's own. The Deathknight walked down the streets, swinging his sword at any person unlucky enough to be away from the ceromony, or, indeed, very lucky to suffer a quick death instead of what Gallant originally wanted for the town's people. Gallant sleathed his blood stained sword and out stetched his arms and started closing his hands as if he was straining. Slowly, his fingers came together, and at the same time, splinters flew out from the wooden building on either side of the knight. It an ear popping bang, the buildings exploded into splinters and they callapsed upon them selves. Gallant raised his fists to the sky, blue and orange lightnign bolts colided with his fists, but they seemed to be weildied aw swords. Gallant lowered his hands, the bolts dropping like whips, jitterign around as the lighning jumped about in Gallant's loose grip. His fist became tighter and he raised a lightning bolt and quickly snapped his wrist, the bolt moving like a whip until it co,llided with a blacksmith's shop, the building exploding into flames. Gallnt spun around, both lightning bolts slamming into building and destroying everything they touched. Gallant relinquished his bolts as he heard screams of terror. He casually walked to the noises. Soon enough he eyed the town's people, being herded by Gallnt's demon horse. When the group was in a perfect circle, the horse jumped over to Gallant's side. The Deathknight outstretched his arms and seem to be pulling apart something. Suddenly, the Earth shook, a crack running straight down the middle of the group, yet they didnt run, they were to shocked by the events unfolding. The ground slid apart and in blood curtling screams, the group plummeted down the crack in the Earth. Gallant lowered his hands, the peices of the ground moved back towards each other. The town's people pleaded for help, screaming for their lives. Gallant mounted his horse and turned around, riding out of the destroyed town, and feeling the rumble of the ground when the 2 peices slammed into each other, destroying all who lived in this town, which burned with it's people.
