It was a quiet night in the streets of the inner city. Not unlike the west end ever since the demon himself had been supposedly vanquished. The entire city was at long last, peaceful and content with it self and for months there had not even been a single rumor of coming destruction.
Nothing lasts forever as they say, or nothing good at least. One cold autumn night the only adage proved to be true once more. As children everywhere got ready for bed and their parents could look upon their sweet faces, and with that gaze came the hope of a even better future could arise from them something horrible happened.
The sunlight no longer graced the faces and buildings, but as if it were a miracle of some ancient God light did indeed slice through the night sky, turning it into a all too familiar color of burning orange and red, the colors of carnage and fear. The shock was as if a titan had clapped his hands, creating a roar not unlike the sound of thunder, the wind that followed was hot and and black with the smoke of what used to be a small bakery on the corner of the street.
The building still stood, but it was crumbling away with haste as something new inside of it began to come to life. This explosion was not an unknown thing to the people of the city, it was also well known that what ever help their happened to be, wasn't coming. The defense system of this place had always been sorely lacking and any would be villain could do as they pleased, more often then not it was a worse monster that took out the smaller ones. A version of checks and balances, it was a twisted one but all they had.
The people quickly emerged from their houses. This could have been just another average explosion, it could have been anything from an accident to the end of the world because in Rhydin, you just never knew what would crawl out of the wreckage. The onlookers waited on baited breath to what would happen next they stood in their doorways with mixed emotions of fear and relief should the worst be over, or hasn't shown up yet.
Out of the smoke filled and swirling darkness came three pairs of glowing yellow eyes at least seven feet off the ground gazed back at them with a chilly feel to them, they were not of the undead or the living. The horrible machines walked out of the smoke with booming footsteps that shook the windows able to survive the blast, and the foundations shook as well.
Their eyes went wide, only war machines could make this impression upon the people. The fear of magical beasts and cosmic horrors had always been beyond reproach, but this was something they could at least fight against and stand a chance to win the battle. Just like the time the undead hoard attacked them in the past, the people banded together once more to defend once again. It was in mere minutes that the people could pull together any weapons they might have had.
The machines had been slow and easy to distract. The children and their mothers had been able to get them to the shelters. Despite the unorthodox choice that was made to leave their kids behind, one must first understand that Rhydinian women are just as strong and willing to fight against any invader as any man would ever be, especially when their children are threatened in the process.
The make shift army met the metallic aggressors head on, and the streets lit up with flashes of gunfire, and cracks that might have been heard through out the city if one was paying attention to the wind. Soon, though it was apparent that the machines had been crafted by someone with a considerable amount of skill with metal, the bullets deflected of off the dark armor harmlessly into adjacent walls.
With this horror coming to the light, it was time for plan B. Direct the monsters away from the children and towards the West end, there was surely something in there that could take these things down. Easily avoiding their poorly aimed blasts and shots that were taken towards them.
It was then, out of nowhere it seemed did the mysterious Guardian Devil show up, he got his name from his look, or rather is most offsetting helmet that looked like two long horns. The odd one teleported there in a flash of blueish light and surveyed the situation only for a moment "Well, this is something you don't see everyday, this is usually Sparky's area but since I'm here, what the heck, why not?" He said to nobody, or anybody who could hear him.
Then, at almost the same time another more familiar figure landed on the opposite side of the mangled stage, the man in blue himself Liquidfreeze. "Hey, how ya doing Ice cube...this is more your thing so I am just gonna jet now, if that's alright with you." The Guardian shouted over everything, seemingly oblivious to the people around and in the scene.
"You leave now and I will hunt you down after I am finished here and shatter you into a million icy pieces, got it?" The emotionless words came from the frigid figure and the point seemed to get through to the random one. "Fine, lets just make this quick..." Then he was stopped in mid sentence. "Hey, Frosty these are no ordinary machines. I can see a soul..or at least an aura around them, as if they are alive."
"I detect nothing, but I will take your word on it. So now that we got the analysis out of the way, lets break em." Freeze replied after this. The two had hardly worked together before, but their cooperation was hardly needed. The three Deathwalkers noticed them far too late. The one in the middle was encased with an icy beam, rendered immobilized and harmless for a moment. Guardian Devil had no reason to hang around save for the soul energy he saw around the machines. His victim suffered a most fitting fate for a machine, all of it's kinetic energy decided it wanted to leave at the same time, resulting in an explosion. The effort took more out of him then he thought it would though and the action dropped him to one knee, he knew there was something wrong, or different about these machines.
The last Deathwalker turned to the fallen hero intending to destroy him with an easy strike. Only to be stopped by a lance of pure ice, Liquidfreeze stood amongst the shattered remains of the machine in ice, only to demolish the last one with ease. "Devil, are you alright or what?s the deal over there." Freeze tried to sound concerned as he could, but was not convincing. "I'm fine. Didn't know you cared so much. Listen I know this is out of character and all but seriously. Tell the others to be careful. If these were any indication of things to come, this was just a weak test run. We need to warn them all."
Then the Devil teleported away to locations unknown, the other surveyed the scene, seeing nobody was hurt, he gave a wave to the people and took off towards the flames, putting them out with an icy blast, then fading away into the night.
The people had escaped tragedy, nobody was killed or even seriously injured. All that remained was the clean up and the preparation for what ever may be coming. Heroes were not the only one who would heed Guardian Devil's warning.
Nothing lasts forever as they say, or nothing good at least. One cold autumn night the only adage proved to be true once more. As children everywhere got ready for bed and their parents could look upon their sweet faces, and with that gaze came the hope of a even better future could arise from them something horrible happened.
The sunlight no longer graced the faces and buildings, but as if it were a miracle of some ancient God light did indeed slice through the night sky, turning it into a all too familiar color of burning orange and red, the colors of carnage and fear. The shock was as if a titan had clapped his hands, creating a roar not unlike the sound of thunder, the wind that followed was hot and and black with the smoke of what used to be a small bakery on the corner of the street.
The building still stood, but it was crumbling away with haste as something new inside of it began to come to life. This explosion was not an unknown thing to the people of the city, it was also well known that what ever help their happened to be, wasn't coming. The defense system of this place had always been sorely lacking and any would be villain could do as they pleased, more often then not it was a worse monster that took out the smaller ones. A version of checks and balances, it was a twisted one but all they had.
The people quickly emerged from their houses. This could have been just another average explosion, it could have been anything from an accident to the end of the world because in Rhydin, you just never knew what would crawl out of the wreckage. The onlookers waited on baited breath to what would happen next they stood in their doorways with mixed emotions of fear and relief should the worst be over, or hasn't shown up yet.
Out of the smoke filled and swirling darkness came three pairs of glowing yellow eyes at least seven feet off the ground gazed back at them with a chilly feel to them, they were not of the undead or the living. The horrible machines walked out of the smoke with booming footsteps that shook the windows able to survive the blast, and the foundations shook as well.
Their eyes went wide, only war machines could make this impression upon the people. The fear of magical beasts and cosmic horrors had always been beyond reproach, but this was something they could at least fight against and stand a chance to win the battle. Just like the time the undead hoard attacked them in the past, the people banded together once more to defend once again. It was in mere minutes that the people could pull together any weapons they might have had.
The machines had been slow and easy to distract. The children and their mothers had been able to get them to the shelters. Despite the unorthodox choice that was made to leave their kids behind, one must first understand that Rhydinian women are just as strong and willing to fight against any invader as any man would ever be, especially when their children are threatened in the process.
The make shift army met the metallic aggressors head on, and the streets lit up with flashes of gunfire, and cracks that might have been heard through out the city if one was paying attention to the wind. Soon, though it was apparent that the machines had been crafted by someone with a considerable amount of skill with metal, the bullets deflected of off the dark armor harmlessly into adjacent walls.
With this horror coming to the light, it was time for plan B. Direct the monsters away from the children and towards the West end, there was surely something in there that could take these things down. Easily avoiding their poorly aimed blasts and shots that were taken towards them.
It was then, out of nowhere it seemed did the mysterious Guardian Devil show up, he got his name from his look, or rather is most offsetting helmet that looked like two long horns. The odd one teleported there in a flash of blueish light and surveyed the situation only for a moment "Well, this is something you don't see everyday, this is usually Sparky's area but since I'm here, what the heck, why not?" He said to nobody, or anybody who could hear him.
Then, at almost the same time another more familiar figure landed on the opposite side of the mangled stage, the man in blue himself Liquidfreeze. "Hey, how ya doing Ice cube...this is more your thing so I am just gonna jet now, if that's alright with you." The Guardian shouted over everything, seemingly oblivious to the people around and in the scene.
"You leave now and I will hunt you down after I am finished here and shatter you into a million icy pieces, got it?" The emotionless words came from the frigid figure and the point seemed to get through to the random one. "Fine, lets just make this quick..." Then he was stopped in mid sentence. "Hey, Frosty these are no ordinary machines. I can see a soul..or at least an aura around them, as if they are alive."
"I detect nothing, but I will take your word on it. So now that we got the analysis out of the way, lets break em." Freeze replied after this. The two had hardly worked together before, but their cooperation was hardly needed. The three Deathwalkers noticed them far too late. The one in the middle was encased with an icy beam, rendered immobilized and harmless for a moment. Guardian Devil had no reason to hang around save for the soul energy he saw around the machines. His victim suffered a most fitting fate for a machine, all of it's kinetic energy decided it wanted to leave at the same time, resulting in an explosion. The effort took more out of him then he thought it would though and the action dropped him to one knee, he knew there was something wrong, or different about these machines.
The last Deathwalker turned to the fallen hero intending to destroy him with an easy strike. Only to be stopped by a lance of pure ice, Liquidfreeze stood amongst the shattered remains of the machine in ice, only to demolish the last one with ease. "Devil, are you alright or what?s the deal over there." Freeze tried to sound concerned as he could, but was not convincing. "I'm fine. Didn't know you cared so much. Listen I know this is out of character and all but seriously. Tell the others to be careful. If these were any indication of things to come, this was just a weak test run. We need to warn them all."
Then the Devil teleported away to locations unknown, the other surveyed the scene, seeing nobody was hurt, he gave a wave to the people and took off towards the flames, putting them out with an icy blast, then fading away into the night.
The people had escaped tragedy, nobody was killed or even seriously injured. All that remained was the clean up and the preparation for what ever may be coming. Heroes were not the only one who would heed Guardian Devil's warning.