The fight of a Knight
Comments, critiques and the like would be appreciated since this is a style of writing (Writing about battles and fights) that I'm not used to at all.
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It happened in a flash, a large psi lash out that hit like the barrage of bullets on the caravan. If not for Richard being on the other side of the vehicle he would have been just as dead as the front half. But dwelling on ifs was not what a Knight was trained to do.
Instead he used his augmented legs, the muscular microbots working instantly to deliver a burst of force that allowed him to jump in one leap, the ten foot high king's caravan. As he reached the apex of the jump he was able to peer down and count off the enemies, but he had focus on only one. This one was in the farthest back, his voice booming orders to the mutants, the leader. Even though Richard wasn't a Knight's lord he was still a Knight so the instant he touched ground he ran after them while the other knights circled to protect the caravan as ordered.
Ignoring orders, especially ones to protect a king from another city, it was punishable by death. But Richard couldn't care as he made the two beam sabers to shoot out from their placements in his wrist storage. Grabbing the slender handles he sped forward, twisting and turning to swing the blades while moving through the mutants. Not even hitting a single one while his speed and surprise kept them preoccupied. Richards' target was the leader, a man who had already prepared himself, the moment a beam from Richards' saber got within slashing distance the particles within it dispersed and was repelled against the psi shield that protected the leader.
It wasn't the end for Richard though and soon he was using his enhanced legs to slam the saber against the shield as if it was a hammer while also pushing forward, forcing the beam to press harder against the shield. As Richard worked to get his beam through, the other mutants, confident in their leaders abilities went after the caravan, starting a large battle with the large force of Knights. With the mutants at work, the leader turned his attention at Richard and growled as he saw the beam begin to pierce his shield.
Richard though was ecstatic that it was working, but his joy was short lived for Leader was pulling out his own sword, a bright green sword made from plant bone that was laced with poison and serrated, death by it was not a quick death. Stabbing his sword forward expertly, his sword went through his shield as if it was never there. If not for Richard moving quickly to the side, disabling his saber and back stepping all in just a second of passing, he would have met his end then and there.
With his sword out now, his shield still strong and active, Leader was in appearance a figure of invincibility. His presence a morale strengthener that propelled the lowly mutants he commanded to fight in ways far more fierce than they should normally. Any normal Knight, would have been depressed to face this mutant of such invincible aura, but Richard was happier than ever. This was a fight he could enjoy, enjoy so much that he couldn't even listen to his commander who was screaming for all Knights to gather to break a line for the caravans escape.
Discharging his beam saber's energy he stored them back before reaching to his waist, drawing a blade from it's hilt ever so slowly as he spoke in voice that showed his excitement, "My name is Richard, what is yours mutant?" Leader's reaction to his question though was nothing less than surprise, no Cyman, especially a Knight talked to a Mutant like that. When he answered then, his voice was a mirror to the surprise on his face, "I... Am Gorn. Son of Hion and leader of this group."
It was a moment of peace, an interlude to their fighting that ended with his sentence. Richard dashed forward, his sword pointing outward and toward the ground as he neared, swinging the sword as he got within reach upward diagonally. Gorn blocked, pushing his sword out and catching the sword along a serrated edge twisted and flicked upward and forward, pushing Richard backward and off balance.
Taking advantage of the moment Gorn stepped forward to attack, bring his blade up and then down in a large arc of power. Richard though took his off balance and furthered it, forcing himself to roll backward and then jump back up to his feet as Gorn's sword hit the dirt, digging in and lodging itself there. Jumping forward to counter, Richard stabbed his sword straight for Gorn's right arm, forcing him to let go of the sword to dodge the attack, leaving Richard between Gorn and his plant sword.
Focusing his psi talents on his sword, Gorn rushed forward as if to try and fight barehanded. At the same time his sword was to pull out and swing to slash at Richards' back. But Richard was prepared for a psi counter and pushed his hand down on the plant sword's hilt, forcing it to pierce down into the ground even more. At the same time he brought his sword around, stabbing forward to the side of Gorn before slashing toward him, forcing Gorn to dodge again to get away. The advantage was still Richards' as he grinned a cocky grin.
Taking his advantage Richard kicked the hilt of the plant sword, forcing it down into the ground all the way to the hilt. With that and with his eyes still on Gorn he launched forward, pulling the sword back before swinging at him horizontally, Gorn backed away quickly, dodging the sword by a hair. But Richard wasn't done and as the sword moved past Gorn he let go of it with one hand, letting it move to his other that swung again and this time connected with a slash across his chest. Screaming in pain he stumbled back, clutching his wound while Richard let loose a chuckle of success, the sword of his did do as he believed, go through the psi shield.
Richard wasn't one to give an opponent an inch, and neither did he now as he dashed forward, drawing the sword back while reaching out with his free right hand, as hand touched and passed the psi shield, grabbing a surprised Gorn's shoulder, his sword stabbed forward, piercing Gorn's stomach and spine. With a surprised gasp Gorn gave a cough of blood that spewed up into the air and finally fell like tiny rain drops on the ground. "Gorn, you were a good fight... Bye." It was a final respect to the dead while he twisted his sword and yanked it out, slashing outward at the same time to ensure that he was dead by cutting through his abdomen.
The mutants who had been fighting the Knights, they felt the death of their leader and as if a switch was thrown they scattered, fleeing away from the Knights who rallied themselves and pushed outward. For Richard though, the battle was done when Gorn died and walking to the plant sword that he had taken. He pulled it out of the ground, and finding it to still be in good order checked Gorn's body for the hilt. With both his swords in their hilts, he walked back to the caravan to face his commander, and the punishment that would ensue.