((Thanks for you comment BlueMage. As for you question, this is an orgnial fic. It may seem like something from sonic, but it's not.))
Chapter Two: Brothers of War
Keitaro yawned loudly, making some of the bird fly away. He stood at the gates of Holy Oak, well if you can call broken tree trunks and rotting corpse gates. It was mid morning, barely any of Cross men would be out, and allowing Keitaro to meet them before the KOS could recruit them. He leaned back on a trunk, soaking up some rays. He wore his hair tied back, showing his burning red eyes and X shape scar. He had on a plain white t-shirt, with baggy black jeans; and two pistols around his waist. He looked at his watch, checking to see if he had came early. No, he was on time, but the arrivals were no where to be seen.
“Hmm…this is strange. I hope Lenvias didn’t get the information wrong again.”
He closed his eyes and breath sharply, hoping that wasn’t the case. It was then that he heard the roaring of an engine, along with several gun shots. His eyes snapped open, and he drew his pistols to turn and face who ever were around. No one was there, but the sound of the engine and gun shots increased. He turned his direction towards the outside of town, his eyes widening at what he saw.
The bike curved to left, dodging six rains of bullets. It was black looking, with red chromed out on the top and the sides. On the bike, sat one hedgehog and one echidna, both trying the best tired out their opponent. Behind them, their precursor flew through the skies with his wings, shooting off a round of fire each time he got a shot.
The person driving the bike was a dark green head hog with a large hood jacket that cover his face and slightly baggy blue jeans. He wears white gloves and black and blue kicks. His name was Atticus Nahoto Hinsoma, and he was at all pleased with this turn of events. He hit the breaks on the bike, right as his enemy flew downward and right in the back of the bike. Atticus then hit the gas, nearly tosses of the second rider.
“Nice job, if you trying to get me killed, Atticus!”
The echidna replied coolly, glaring at Atticus with deep ocean blue eyes.
“At least I did something, other than some people I know.”
Atticus retorted, though his voice held not malice in it. This was just the way his partner acted sometimes. He turned around to look at the other rider, his eyes looking up to see their enemy release a blast of fire. He increases the throttle, turning sharp left, and seeing the gates of Holy Oak.
The second rider started to chant, his black dreadlocks floating in the air. His skin was pale, palely than most echidna. He wore a black headband across his forehead, with a red X marked on the center. He had on a shirtless black jacket with black jeans and gloves with X marked on them. He stopped chanting, several ghostly images appearing behind the bike, as it speed in the direction of the gates.
“I hope you die.”
Zarv replied sharply to enemy, turning his attention back at the gates.
The young liondragon’s eyes widen. He hadn’t expected his opponents to summon the dead to help them with their escape. His solemn blue eyes darken, knowing this wasn’t going to be an easy fight. He allowed his thick, gold mane to flow in the wind, taking a deep breath. He had a snout of lion, and the build of one too. However he hade a dragon tail and wings, talons sharp enough to rip a person in half. He wore hard leather armor with a chainmail mesh attached along with leather boots and two sheaths for his rapiers. He drew his weapons, and charge forward towards the first ghostly echidna. His name was Dragzer Pridemane Dragoon.
It held a large black spear which it thrusted forward at the beast, which was parried by the rapier. Dragzer slashed across his opponent’s chest, going straight through with no damage. Another spirit charge from behind, but Dragzer sensed this and flipped over him, allowing the other echidna
to be speared by his comrade.
“So, it looks like I can’t hurt you, but your allies can.”
He grinned, showing his fangs. He roared, charging in once more at the spirit, his other comrades, moving in with cautions. The second spirit held twin scimitars, spinning them around to show off his skill. He spins them around his neck, off his arms and on his foot before catching them in his palms. That made Dragzer jaw drop.
“Oh, this is going to be a long day.”
To be continued…