Stukos swung his axe down with terrifying force, and his clothes were splattered with blood and and brains from the thread zombie. Was that the seventh one, or the eighth? Stukos didn't remember... all he knew was that Armok was with him. He had been chosen to defend Necrothreat against the evil that had invaded.
Stukos parried a slash from a sword, but missed his next attack. The zombie responded by slamming its shield into Stukos' leg. He cried out in pain, and fell to the ground, nursing his fractured bone. The zombie raised its sword, and brought the blade down in a deadly arc.
Spam flew from across the river, striking the zombie in the back. He collapsed, smothering Stukos as he tried to rise. A hammer came next, shattering the skull of the zombie. Stukos barely saw its bearer, but the forumite still helped him to his feet. Staggering on a broken leg, Stukos brought his axe down once again, slaying another thread zombie.
From beyond fortress gates, a plume of smoke had blotted out the sun and sky. More thread zombies were lurching up the river, armed to the teeth and hungry for blood. A cry of "TROLL!" rang through the air, and the Avatar of Armok turned to face this new foe. Thread zombies were weak. One had maimed him, but it was a pitiful strike at best. Stukos left the zombies for his companions, and strode into the choking smoke, to find the troll.
It was a massive, hairy beast. It held a herbalist in its massive hand, and dashed his skull against the ground. It turned to face this next forumite, a small, weak one, carrying an axe. But he had no iron suit. The troll grinned.
Stukos hefted his axe above his shoulder. This troll would die. Armok had commanded it. A hairy fist slammed into the ground in front of him, and he lost his footing. Another punch shattered his ribs, another his shoulder. But Stukos would not give in. He stood, and faced his foe.
A slash from his axe traced a line of red across the troll's leg. The second slash missed, and the troll pushed the third aside. The troll flexed his arms. He wanted this forumite dead.
The blaze was coming closer to the gates of the fortress. Stukos was coughing up blood, and the troll was pounding the earth in rage. A cloud of smoke drifted across them. Fire seared the ground, burning up what remained of the grass and shrubs. Flames caught on the Avatar's shirt, his hair, his socks... and he roared in defiance. Stukos charged at the troll, his last foe, and swung his axe with mighty force. The troll caught his arm, and almost lazily, tossed the Avatar of Armok into the flames that scoured the hillside.
He staggered, buffeted by the heat. His fur was beginning to smoulder. The troll backed away from the fire, towards the gate of the fortress. He then tripped, on a loose block of stone, from the old bridge, and crashed backwards into the gates of Necrothreat, into the mouth of hell. His eyes flickered for a brief second, he heard a faint click. The last he saw was a cage, dropping from the ceiling...
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Sorry, I didn't really do anything for this update apart from write a heavily embellished version of events. But Stukos was actually quite badass. He charged off to fight the troll with a broken leg, and was declared "missing" once he vanished in the smoke. I assume the troll punched him in the head, bruising the muscle, shattering the skull and jamming the skull through the brain, tearing the brain. A tendon in the skull would also have been torn, but I'm not too sure.
Anyway, there'll be several 'proper' updates over the next few days. For some reason I started playing Civ IV again, so that will limit the time I end up spending on Necrothreat.
[EDIT] Sorry, I didn't (and probably won't) do any forumite-ing, seeing as Chaos has crowned himself as King in the Fortress.
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