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Warlock
The man stepped out into the sandy terrain. His long shoulder length golden hair and his red and black cape flapped in the wind as he looked over his surroundings. The man closed his eyes, and flexed his muscles as his green emerald in his forehead started to glow. He reached out with his mental powers to survey the area. This was a trap.
An army stepped out of the yellow sand like magic. They were the Sandravers. A sickening, horrifyingly savage warrior race that was under the rule of a warlord. A warlord that the man had known a little too well. A warlord the man hated with all the hate inside of him. A warlord he had once sworn to kill.
The Sandravers took out their weapons and surrounded the man in the red cape. There was over 400 of them and there was no doubt in their minds that this kill would be easy. They looked at their bounty with their saliva dropping down their razor sharp smiling teeth. There was something about the glowing emerald in his forehead that made the army freeze in their attack.
They looked over the man, he was about 6 feet tall, he was dressed in red and black warrior clothes, had a long flowing cape, had golden hair and skin, wore a large silver ring, and had a long sword saddled on his back. The warrior looked like no one they had ever seen. And while he had a very athletic body bulging with muscles, he didn't look too tough. They were professional assassins, and the battle didn't look like it would last too long.
The Sandravers jumped in the air and attacked the man with their spear like weapons. Everything for a split second seemed as if it was going in slow motion as the attackers felt their own weapons slash into their own men previously standing behind the man. They watched their comrades as their accidental attack killed them instantly and sent their blood over the warrior's faces. Everyone stood thinking and looking around after the man. How had they missed? He had his eyes closed, how could he have known? But as they looked around, they knew he had vanished.
The leader, Scrod walked to the middle of the mob and yelled into the air, "Warlock, stop hiding you tricky bastard! We have orders to kill your punk ass," he licked the blood off his face, "and we always follow orders. Come out you yellow, bellied, bastard and meet your fate!"
"And what fate is that?"
Scrod turned around just to see Warlock's blade slash into his head, instantly killing the man. The Sandravers looked in shock as the warrior's blade cut straight through their leader, splitting him in two. The warrior quickly looked up to see the faces of the army. His blue eyes were dark and cold as tombstones. The stunned army watched as he wiped Scrod's blood off his sword and put it back in his holster, "Ok, who's next?"
The army roared and ran forward in a blind rage at he warrior. They dived at him and overwhelmed the cocky warrior. As they thought they had won, there was an explosion. All the men previously on the warrior flew off into the air, charred and killed from an energy blast. The remaining men looked at the warrior's green glowing eyes. As he flew into the air, he shot off his green energy blasts at the Sandravers killing hundreds of them. He watched as a hundred fell, two hundred reinforcements came, walking up from the sand.
The Raver's laughed and said in a great booming voice, "No matter how many of us you kill you will never win Warlock! We are the sand! This entire world is made up of us! You will never escape!"
Warlock smirked, "We will see."
Suddenly, he took off in a blaze of speed straight into the sky. "Stop, there is no escape!" , the Sandravers called after him. But Warlock didn't even look back. He was ending this battle now.
Warlock flew out of the atmosphere and into the stars. From this view, he could see that the entire world was indeed made of the whole population of Sandravers. He laughed as he smiled at Thanos' great attempt to kill him. It wasn't every day that a warlord sent an entire species to kill one man. He was forced to crack a smile.
As he did so, he saw the Sandravers merging into each other. He watched they slowly transformed from a normal planet sphere like shape into a giant monstrous being. The Sandraver roared a horrible, evil, sound as it started moving towards him. The evil being looked like a giant mutated dog complete with glowing red eyes and razor sharp, yellow teeth. The Sandraver was moving fast and would easily swallow him whole.
Warlock again closed his eyes and focused. His hands started to glow. He yelled into the air as his emerald started to glow again, "Power…"
The Sandraver roared as it swallowed its glowing enemy whole, trapping him in its core. The Sandraver started laughing a demonic laugh in victory as it felt the warrior trapped forever in miles and miles of magma and rock. Suddenly, the Sandraver stopped laughing and started to shake. It opened its mouth as a million screams of pain coming from each of the Sandravers could be heard all at once.
"bomb!!!!" The entire world blew up in brilliant bright colors and effectively killing every one of the Sandravers. Warlock watched as the Sandravers blood and other debris floated calmly into the empty void of space.
Alone floating in space was a single glowing warrior looking around himself for any more surprises. Just before he went into his hyper drive speed towards home he said aloud to himself, "I just made an entire species extinct, in five minutes. Damn, I'm getting slow." he looked at the blood and debris floating around him and remembered how evil the race was, "Sons-of-bitches deserved it." And with that he was gone leaving nothing but the lonely, cold of space.
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