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The Story of Jax

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Bloodredice

Member

02-27-2011

Don't leave us hanging.


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Pasty Muffin

Member

02-28-2011

cool story bro

keep writing pl0x


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AlejoTheBear

Senior Member

03-02-2011

moar pl0x!!!


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Roostah

Recruiter

03-03-2011

I love it!


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Wrenchman Golin

Senior Wrenchmen

03-04-2011

Everything becomes silent. The gentle gust rustles a few brown leaves on the ground. Suddenly, the quietness of nature shatters as heavy footsteps quickly crunch through the brown leaves.

Where is it coming from? From behind. It's moving quickly... Jong Xuan can feel the presence of a disturbing force and the blood lust associated with it; not only that, he can feel his own blood starting to rush into his head as he starts to get excited.

He quickly jabs the end of the spear into Homer's plated armor and quickly side steps as Stubbo charges in from behind. The yellow-clad Ionian turns on his heel and spins around the bald brute's body; he uses his own momentum to execute a swift spinning jump kick into Stubbo's back. The Noxian brute charges forward uncontrollably into the butt of the spear; the combined momentum of Jong Xuan's kick, the mercenary's weight, and his acceleration sends the spear right into Homer's chest.

The light-skinned mercenary's body feels a jolt invade his entire body as his hands tights around the spear. Suddenly it becomes harder to breathe for him and his life flash before his eyes.

Stubbo falls down backwards with his arms cross over his chest as a similar non-lethal force extinguishes the air from his lungs. He starts rolling around in agony.

Jong Xuan looks over his shoulder and readjusts his straw rice hat. The other three mercenaries step backward although they were already a few yards away. A force originating from the Ionian's body seems to be enough to fend off the remaining three mercenaries; Jong Xuan's aura seems to suffocate them making it hard to breathe as well as weigh down on their soul and body.

"None of you are strong enough to kill her..." Jong Xuan mumbles to himself.

He turns around and faces the three Noxians.

Within the group are two warriors and a mage. The two brown-headed warriors are dressed in leather vests and pants; under their vests are long cloth shirts--one blue and one red. They both have the same type of long sword fastened to their waist. Between the two warriors, the blond mage dons a simple light blue cloak. A simple hemp belt secures his waist and two rods hang on his sides.

“Where is your leader?” Jong Xuan asks.

“Don’t worry about that,” says the mage as he gets defensive, “You’ll never get the chance to see him.”

Although his goal is clear in his mind, Jong Xuan’s blood starts to boil; it does not boil with anger, however, but with excitement.

“I’m a quick learner,” says the mage as he raises his two rods into the air, “You’re quite dangerous with any weapon, it seems, luckily you’re armless now.”

“I’ll show you just how dangerous I can be,” the Ionian says as he stomps toward the three mercenaries.

“Raging flames and frigid frosts, imbue these blades all your might!” the mage chants.

Swirling blue and orange magic wisps away from the mage’s rods. The two warriors raises their blades as they charge toward Jong Xuan from both sides. The colored magic swirls around his allies swords and imbues the blades with elemental powers.

Jong Xuan quickly rushes the blue-shirt warrior and kicks him in the midsection as the red-shirt warrior swings his sword. The yellow-clad Ionian grabs the ice blade and deflects the fiery blade with ease; he pulls the blue-shirt warrior in close and pushes the ice blade into the stomach of the fiery swordsman.

“Ugh!” cries the red-shirt warrior as the cold imbued steel enters his body; his organs start to freeze as soon as the blade touches them.

Jong Xuan kicks away the blue-shirt warrior and grabs the fiery blade from the dead swordsman’s hand. The blue-shirt warrior starts to scoot away with his blood-soaked blade as the large Ionian walks up to him.

“Don’t!” cries the Noxian warrior.

The yellow-clad man grabs his opponent by the shirt and picks him up. He leans his head close to him and says, “Your life is forfeit.”

Suddenly, a large orange glow starts to spill light onto Jong Xuan’s back. He quickly swaps places with his opponent and uses the body as a shield against a large flash of orange light.

A cloud of black smoke floats above several feet of scorched earth. As the smoke starts to clear, a body drops onto the ground. The mage looks on with both of his rods held up in the air.

A large body darts out of the remaining smoke and knocks the mage off of his feet. Jong Xuan stands tall over the blonde mage with his eyes staring down the mage’s; as if his gaze was piercing his opponent’s soul.

Jong Xuan quickly side steps away as Stubbo’s large axe slams into the ground where he once stood. He turns around and backs away as Stubbo takes another leap at the Ionian. He watches closely as Stubbo crashes into the ground and swings his axe down into the ground.

“Amazing,” the yellow-glad Ionian thinks to himself, “He’s able to draw so much power and unleash it so quickly...”

The Ionian takes several minutes to dodge and study his opponent’s leap attack. Soon, however, he finds himself in a situation having to dodge both Stubbo and the Noxian mage’s fiery spells.

He waits for Stubbo’s next leap and quickly rushes pass the brute. Jong Xuan charges at the mage and quickly strafes away from another blast of fire. Finally, he catches up to the mage and grabs him by the face with his three fingers.

The Noxian mage’s sense of time slows down to a crawl as the large hands come at his face. He tries his best to react accordingly, but his body seems to move at a snail’s pace compared to the Ionian monster. The Ionian clutch put pressures over his entire face before his sense of time returns to normal.

Jong Xuan slams the mage’s faces into the Ionian ground; he takes away the two rods from the motionless body and twirls one of the rods with his right hand.

“Come,” Jong Xuan commands as he waves in his opponent with the rods.

[To Be Continued - Thank you for all the support guys.]


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homeskilit

Senior Member

03-05-2011

worth the wait


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Bloodredice

Member

03-05-2011

Quote:
homeskilit:
worth the wait


Yes it was.


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Trollzz

Recruiter

03-06-2011

KEEP GOING, the story is chock full of epicness.


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Ja1me

Member

03-07-2011

awesome


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AlejoTheBear

Senior Member

03-07-2011

Bring
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