All four of your arms shoot out in different directions. One arm grabs a soldier's neck, interrupting his attempted swing. He drops his sword and clutches your fingers. You swing his dangling body into a nearby soldier, taking a blow that was meant for you, and dropping both bodies into a pile. You also kick the left-most soldier in his leg, sending him into the same pile. While this is happening, you catch another soldier's attempt to decapitate you by grabbing the blade of his sword with your vice-like fingers. In one quick motion, you twist the sword out of the soldier's hand, toss it in the air, snatch it by the pommel, and drive it horizontally into three soldiers.You hear the disgusting sound of metal scraping against metal as the sword travels effortlessly through the armor, driven by your massive force. Another kick sends all three onto the ground in a mass of writhing pain. Your third arm rams into another soldier with enough force to launch his bowel fluids out of his mouth, and into his comrades' faces. Their armor was no match for your blunt force. The bile flew through the gaps in his comrade's faces, blinding them. The man you punched flow backwards and onto the ground. You retract your arm, then use your elbow to drive the other two distracted soldiers on top of the first man. Your fourth and final arm swings from underneath, catching a soldier in the unarmored groin. The soldier's eyes roll back into his head, and his mouth hangs open in a soundless scream of agony. You feel a thick liquid running down your arm, and see a trail of red and white mixing together into a pink slurry. You shake the disgusting fluids off your arm and smack yet another soldier underneath the neutered soldier. They fall onto each other in a fourth pile, leaving only one soldier left to fight you.
During all of this, one soldier was left unaccounted for. He took a step forward and swung his sword with all his might. The blade whisked horizontally into your upper chest, coming to rest a few inches inside your pectoral muscle. With all 11 soldiers on the ground in 4 seperate piles, you slowly turn your head towards the final soldier. He had a look of triumph in his face, but then you form your mouth into a smile. His triumph turns into mortal fear. He tries to remove his sword from your body, but it is stuck. You grab him by his scruff, and toss him into one of the piles. With twelve men evenly distrubuted into four piles, you bend down, leap up, and crash down in the middle of them all, with one elbow driven into the piles. You hear the sound of hundreds of bones breaking, and you know that all 12 of them are dead. You stand up to see a large radius between you and the nearest humans, with all of them running from you in terror. You reach up to the sword in your chest, and remove it, unleashing a waterfall of blood. But a two-inch gash across your chest was barely enough to slow you down. You throw the sword horizontally, spinning it through the air. The retreating humans stole a glance back at you, only to see a spinning, metal object headed for their necks. The sword decapitated another 6 humans before falling to the ground.
The remaining humans looked at you, a hulking mass of blood, with countless arrow-wounds in your chest and arms, and a massive, bloody gash in your chest. They also looked into your eyes, and saw something supernatural in them. They also witnessed the slaughter you had just performed, and it was too much. The morale of the army was crushed, and every last human turned and ran. Many Shokan followed them, slaughtering as they went. But you suddenly felt the pain and weakness of your wounds, and you collapsed to the ground, clutching the gash in your chest. Some of the smaller Shokan (the ones too weak to fight) emerged from the forest with homemade remedies for pain and diseases, and one of them attended to you, slapping sticky leaves onto your skin, which helped to hold your wound together. They also removed the barbed arrowheads from your body, which was much more painful than when they had first hit you. After several excrutiating hours, your wounds were all dressed, and the healing process could begin.
You were summoned during the evening to see none other than Oratnik, the War-Leader of the clan. She was the largest of the Shokan, which was the biggest factor in her position. She congratulated you on your fighting, and spoke to you of her own feats as well (so that you wouldn't go around campaigning for her job, your astute mind reasoned) But she finished by telling you the legends of the mighty Shokan that you had head since a child, but this time, you payed attention due to the relevance it might have in your life. She told you that you were one of the "chosen" who must make the pilgrimage to Jade Peak, 50 miles south of the camp. She said that at the top of the mountain was a monk who's wisdom would explain how you would mold the world for good. The last time this had happened was exactly a millennia ago, during the great war. "The fact that another chosen had appeared must mean the world was about to descend into chaos, and you must do your duty to remedy it. Do you accept? And have you further questions?"
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Topic: You Can't Die: Benevolent Beasts (community story) Shokan (Read 2908 times)