A horseman’s chant
A horseman's battle chant
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Before the horsemen ride their gruesome steeds into battle, they descend from their mounts and gather in a circle. They place their weapons neatly in front of them and stand motionless, as though they were made of stone.
A gorgeous black vampire bat with intricate purple swirls covering her body, speaks first. "WE ARE HORSEMEN! DEFENDERS OF THE BALANCE! DEFENDERS WHILE HUMAN KIND EVOLVES TO EVENTUALLY TAKE THEIR PLACE AS RULERS OF HEAVEN, HELL AND PERGATORY!" A dark red light begins to glow around her as she bends to pick up her weapon, a devastating whip with thousands of razor sharp blades that could render the toughest armor destroyed. "I, THE HORSEMAN KNOWN AS FURY, SWEAR TO KILL EVERY FOE WHO DARES STAND BEFORE US!"
The next to move was a monstrous golden bear. His armor, which looked to have seen every one of the million battles fought by the warrior, creaked with anticipation. His face hidden beneath a blood red cloak, was scar ridden and his eyes glowed a pure white. "OUR ENEMIES TREMBLE BEFORE US AS WE RIDE INTO BATTLE, OUR ARMOR AND SUPERNATURAL ABILITIES SHALL AID US WELL IN THE UPCOMING BATTLE." His voice roared as he bent down to pick up his massive blade. It's face was forged with metal that looked as though it contained the souls of those it had slain. "I, THE HORSEMEN KNOWN AS WAR, VOW TO DESTROY AND REMIND THOSE OF THE BALANCE!"
A 3rd figure began to stir. A rail thin, green furred wolf, began to weeze as she spoke. "May our message of our goals spread like a plague to those hoping to cause conflict, infecting them with sickening fear of our potential ride into their lands." She coughed a green vapor as she held her duel hand canons. "I, the horseman known as Pestilence, shall bring sickness and despair to those that oppose our mission."
Finally, a pure black lynx began to speak. He wore no armor. Patches of exposed tissue and bone set in a sickly, decaying green. His voice, low as though it traveled on the wind. "May our weapons cut deep, and cause hellish, irreparable woulds to those that stand before us. Our blades shall spill their treacherous blood and out unholy rounds shall blast holes through our foes." The horseman grasped both ends of his duel bladed scythe and thrusted it over his head. "I, the horseman known as death, shall make the battlefields rich with the decay of our enemies!"
The end