Dak(White fire)
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I was feeling good. Despite the circumstances, it was going well tooday. Stole a little extra gruel, had a good sleep, found my key out of this place, who had never done it before.
"You've NEVER fought in the arena!?" I asked. "No, is that a problem?" Spike answered. "The hell? Okay, look, there are 8 Yu Yan archers on the walls. Three on the left side, three on the right, and one at each end. The fire lord has an addition two elite Yu Yan archers at his side. Those are??your targets." I replied.
"That's all I do? Take out 10 archers? Why couldn't you do this alone again?" He asked. "Because I need cover while I'm ripping the gate open and fighting who knows how??many gladiators.". "Alright, where's my bow?" Spike asked. "Here," I handed him a bow, "Use this, a cellmate stole it for me." I replied.
"Close knit group of friends, even in prison. Thats cool." he said. "I told him if he didn't get it I'd rip his head off." I stated. "Oh." he replied.
"The gates are opening, you ready?" I questioned. "Always." he answered. As the gates opened I saw a sight that would make this the hardest fight ever, an entire legion of fire nation elite soldiers and three catapaults. My heightened senses picked up a floating word, "FIRE!" Crap. "Run to the side and take out those Yu Yans!" I ordered as he ran out of the path of projectiles.
The first thing to reach me was a flaming ball of tar. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw one of the archers fall of the wall and smiled. With a quick double-fisted thrust and equally fast retraction, I imploded the ball of fire and charged the front line. I swerved in between arrows and fireballs with reflexes a cat would envy. Just before I reached the line, I heard it screaming for blood.
Kill them! Hahahahah! I smiled. It knew how to throw a party. I stabbed the first soldier in the stomach with my now burning hands. Another jumped and slashed at me with his spear, only to have the weapon ripped out of his hands and shoved through his chest. I leapt onto another soldier and grabbed his face, pulling his neck out of socket.
I heard another Yu Yan drop. Good. I swung around and sliced a man's windpipe, and in the same spin cut through another's forehead. Some soldiers were backing off now, I killed them easier. Another Yu Yan sounding thump.
Each soldier willingly stepped into a 'line' to get a piece at me. One fell, missing a lung. Another from having a freak stick his burning hands into his chest and swirl the contents up. Now the soldiers were really scared. Don't run. Stay, have a piece of your DOOM! It cackled again.
The next fool swung his glaive at me, and missed. I jumped on his back, cupped my hands around his chin, and swung both feet into his back, snapping every bone, all the way down. One tackled me to the ground, I shoved his head into his chest. Another sliced my shoulder, I broke his arm and smashed his head into the steel wall of the arena.
Four more thumps, twenty soldiers, and one broken catapult later, I was standing at the gate. "Finally! I'm free! 8 Years!" I shoved my hands through the gate and felt a soldier near me, I turned to see him fall with an arrow in his back. I gave a look of thanks as another Yu Yan fell over top of my head.
"The elites! Kill them!" I yelled. A little more and I was out! Spike looked up as a bomb-laden arrow came screaming towards him. He ducked, rolled, and shot an arrow all in a second. He was good. The last archer shot an arrow I had seen before many times. It was a shirshu arrow, not lethal, but it would knock you out cold. "Dodge!" I yelled. He looked up too late. I left the door and shot a candle flame-sized ball of fire that incinerated the arrow and the poison. "Can't always be saving your @$$ Spike." I said. "I saved yours, so??we're even." he replied. "Got it." I said as I finished the door off.
He threw me a charge of powder from the Yu Yan's belt. I placed it on the door, stepped back, and fired.
I was free.
Told you it was violent. Don't hate me. I introduced 'it' in this part. That is a voice in his head, sinister, smart, saadistic. Good times. NOTE: A glaive is like a spear but instead of a spearhead, it has like half of a broadsword on it. Or a scimitar, whatever you call it. It's like a giant axe, but with a sword head on it.
EDIT-Fixed grammar.