bitch got what she deserved. lil slut. loved the explosion. very well done, ole friend.

Indeed she is... decided to flex my pyromaniac muscles.

And old friend? First time you have given me a moderately affectionate term in public! Thank you... old friend

Yours is a pretty damn good fanfic too.

just keep up the good work. your fic is coming along rather nicely and i expect great things.

nice one sully!

gotta go to school but ill be on later!

quote Death Girl Alex

me likes it icecream now plz!

lol.



That last chapter reminds me of the Cillit Bang advert, eh Sul? I told you on msn.

Indeed Kushy. Bang! and the bitch is gone!

Chapter 10 Part one.

The canoe cut through the sluggish waters silently, the two men inside didn't bother rowing unless they had to steer away from rocks, to maintain stealth they simply leg the water carry them to their destination.

"There's the bridge." Abaddon whispered. Pointing to the bridge across the chasm to the entrance of the tower.

They pulled their canoe up onto the pebble strewn shore of the quiet water and tied it down in case the water level rose and carried away their planned means of exfil.

Abaddon pulled out a Hunters Power Bow and an arrow with a wide barbed V shaped head with a rope attached Abaddon put the bow down and made sure his scythe was firmly attached to the back of his robes, then he started climbing, with Ashura in tow.

When Abaddon reached the top of the rope he threw some smoke bombs over the top to cover them.

They vaulted the cliff edge and set off at a silent run towards the nearest rocky outcrop. They looked around. Wyverns were sleeping everywhere. They took off towards the entrance but before they went in they looked up.

Ratholos, Rathians, Gravious, Kut Ku, any wyvern that could breathe fire was up there breathing a sea of flame at the summit.

The hunters shrugged at each other and began the long climb to the top.

They reached the entrance of the top of the tower, they couldn't get in the ceiling had caved in, in front of it.

So instead the laid a small bomb next to a crack filled section of wall, it blew it right open, they climbed to the top and hid behind a pillar to scope out the situation.

The whole summit was a bowl of molten rock and in this bowl there was a black spiny beast lying in the lava it was screaming, sending a jet black stream of putrid air into the air so powerful that it smashed straight through a wall at the first touch.

The wyvern screamed so loudly the entire Tower shook. There was a "glob" like sound and a black sphere rose from the depths of the lava.
There were similar spheres floating in the molten rock.


Abaddon consulted a book on rare wyverns he had in his backpack.

"Akantor… I think... I think it's giving birth dude. With all these wyverns around we can't start an open fight without back up." He said.

Ashura grunted and started to climb down.

Abaddon said "Go ahead man I'm gunna take some sketches… this may never be seen again."

Ashura a nodded and began to climb down.

Abaddon pulled out a pencil and began to draw the amazing spectacle, both in the skies and in the birth pool.

When he finished up he packed away his sketches and pencil and pulled out a flash bomb.

He jumped onto a passing Rathian threw the flash in front of it's faced and held on for dear life.

The flash exploded and the wyvern dropped like a stone waving its wings frantically,
It landed with hardly a bump on the bridge.

"Good girl." He said, he then promptly swung his scythe downwards and brained the creature.

He waved to Ashura who was just walking out of the entrance.

Ashura looked up, leapt back in terror yelling something and pointing up.

Abaddon looked up just in time to see the Akantor land on the bridge in front of him.

Ashura ran towards the rope and started to climb down, motioning for Abaddon to do the same.

The Akantor leapt at Abaddon who rolled under it, he brought up his scythe blade.

It bit into the wyvern' stomach, tearing a massive gash into it. The Akantor swung it tail as Abaddon got up, he was swept clear of the bridge.


He fell, he fell, he stopped falling and everything turned black

I did NOT need the thought of Akantor giving birth in my head.

Nice work though.

quote The Kushala Kid

I did NOT need the thought of Akantor giving birth in my head.

Nice work though.

lol, I have to agree with ya'

Chapter 10 part 2

Abaddon opened his eyes, it was so bright.

He looked around; in the blazing light he saw Ashura's grim face.

He was faintly aware of splashing noises; Ashura was rowing their canoe upstream.

He tried to sit up, he felt really sick, he vomited over the side of the boat.

His wrist and shoulder blazed with pain.

Ashura said "Hey dude, you fell like fifty feet, how do you feel?"

Abaddon said in a hoarse voice. "I'm nauseous, my head is spinning, I'm filled with pain and I'm as thirsty as hell. The usual basically. Where's my scythe?"

Ashura grinned, but the smile faded at the question.

"It broke your fall man, and probably your collar bone too. It's wrapped up in that blanket there." He said pointing.

Abaddon made a rudimentary splint for his wrist and unwrapped the scythe, or what was left of it.

The handle was snapped in 3 places and the blade was in large, almost glass-like shards.

Abaddon felt like he had lost a brother in arms, that scythe had slain so many Guild Knights in his hands, even a few Guild Outpost Leaders, and innumerable monsters.

"D-do we have a file?" he said a tear running down his cheek.

"Sure man." Ashura handed over the said file.

Abaddon took the shard that was the point of the scythe and started to file away at its edges, giving it a blade on the convex side and blunting the side that was once attached to the rest of the blade.

When he was finished he put the shard into his backpack and wrapped up the rest of the scythe back in the blanket and helped Ashura row back to the Cave.

When they got back they had some food and Abaddon went to get his Profusion.

He slotted the filed scythe blade into the bayonet ring and admired his handiwork.

It would gut this "Matt" person nicely.

After this he grabbed some fish to eat before hitting the sack.

But something didn't feel right. He walked over to the Cave mouth and looked outside, Profusion in hand, when he stepped outside his instincts told him to move the hell away, Abaddon dove to the right.

Just in time to avoid a thrown knife, dripping in poison. Abaddon fired shot after shot at the robed figure that had jumped down from a ledge above the Cave Mouth.

One hit him in the shoulder. Abaddon's clip was empty and the enemy was off balance, He rushed in, shoving his new bayonet into His assailant's gut, Abaddon smiled grimly and ripped his gun upwards.

The assassin screamed as his entrails pooled at his feet, blood spurting from the massive wound. Abaddon smashed his nose in with Profusion's butt. He span round and decapitated his would-be murderer.

Ashura joined him and they had a quick trawl through his pockets.

They found a bag full to the brim with coins, no doubt a portion of their bounty, a few extra weapons, some survival items (Cured meat, potions, herbs, poisons etc), a note with their whereabouts and details.

And a guild card.

"Congratulations…" Abaddon scanned the note. "Ms Rivierre, you have just directly funded terrorism." He said.


This message was edited by Leviathen on Sep 07 2008.

BAAADDDDD

What is?

nice one, nikki. i thought it was pretty good.

Good work.
You'd better not break the Supremacy Blade too, or I'll kill you.