An Ethereal being, clad in armour,
sword wielded; approaching slowly,
getting ever closer to his prey,
somebody is about to suffer.
Travelling majestically through walls,
lightning is seen to eminate from him,
aimed at the enemy approaching,
who will die first, who will suffer?
A fireball hits the ethereal being,
he winces in pain; but he continues on,
Another fireball approaches him,
he dodges the flame and it misses.
He charges up a spell, a deathly spell,
but he is in trouble, a blue light approaches,
it's a blue nova and it's going to hurt,
It hits him and he falls over in pain.
He somehow stays focused, looking up,
waiting for his enemy to make a mistake,
he cannot wait and unleashes his spell,
a bright white light careers onwards.
It hits the target with gusto; they fall,
holding their side, obviously in pain,
they struggle onto their feet, slowly,
but they fall again, dropping their dagger.
The Ethereal being quickens his pace,
approaching the enemy with ease,
he pulls back his right arm quickly,
and launches the sword into the enemy.
The enemy struggles on; still living,
vainly trying to cast a spell; they fail,
they feel death approaching them,
their mind is set for the inevitable.
The Ethereal being pulls back his arm,
ready to launch his sword once more,
the sword comes down with speed,
and pierces the enemy's heart; silence.
Geck0 - 26th July 2004.