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There it stood one would say he was a man but Gyros saw him as the powerful beast he was. A simple barbarian standing on a tribe of corpse, his armor made of human bones dripping in blood. In his hand he held a severed human head and pulled the jaw off with a simple tug of the other and tossed it to the ground. Gyros had never seen such raw power as his face smiled; he had found what he was looking for.
The barbarian started to slowly tear the flesh of the fresh skull in his hand tossing it to the ground, his hand then dug in pulling out the brains which he crushed in his grip and squeezed out. The skull now cleaned of human flesh was ready for the barbarian to take it and placed it on his shoulder, replacing the one that was damaged in battle. His large bloody hands griped the strip of leather and ran a piece of leather through the skull’s nose to hook it in to place.
A sound came from afar, the barbarian head lifted up looking to see where it came from as his hand pulled his axe up from one of the corpse’s face. A three man team of hunters entered the camp gasping at the pile of bodies. One of the men held a bow and aimed at the barbarian with dead on aim releasing the arrow, but without flinching the barbican sung his axe in front of him chopping the speeding arrow in half. His feet slowly shifted forward and dashed forward his speed was amazing Gyros though. The barbarian had to weight about 250 pounds with full armor but his speed was like that of a fox. The barbarian struck his axe straight up using the ball end slamming it into one of the hunter chins in a blink of and eye, the axe then sung around slicing another’s head off clean. The man with the bow shook in terror as he tried to run away but the barbarian wouldn’t have it as he tossed his axe forward having it land into the man’s side sending him tumbling to the ground.
Gyros knew this was his time, after pushing a few buttons on his wrist his body slowly faded into view. In his hand was something that looked like a gun, the barbarian turned around looking him into the eyes and dashed forward. Gyros pulled the trigger sending about a one inch metal ball flying toward the barbarian. When it hit the barbarian the ball released an electrical charge. But it wasn’t enough to drop the barbarian as he charged forward faster; Gyros fumbled to reload as the barbarian hand locked around his throat and lifted him into the air. Gyros fighting for his life pulled the trigger again this time the barbarian dropped to the ground. Gyros gasped for air and looked at the barbarian surprised at how much power he really had. Using some of his gear Gyros tied up the barbarian and walked over to the axe driving into the poor hunter. Gripping the shaft he tugged the axe with all his might, it took him both hands to pull it out. The blade was made of a black stone called obsidian and weigh about fifty pounds. Dragging it over to the barbarian he pushed a few buttons on his wrist again and they diapered.
The barbarian started to slowly tear the flesh of the fresh skull in his hand tossing it to the ground, his hand then dug in pulling out the brains which he crushed in his grip and squeezed out. The skull now cleaned of human flesh was ready for the barbarian to take it and placed it on his shoulder, replacing the one that was damaged in battle. His large bloody hands griped the strip of leather and ran a piece of leather through the skull’s nose to hook it in to place.
A sound came from afar, the barbarian head lifted up looking to see where it came from as his hand pulled his axe up from one of the corpse’s face. A three man team of hunters entered the camp gasping at the pile of bodies. One of the men held a bow and aimed at the barbarian with dead on aim releasing the arrow, but without flinching the barbican sung his axe in front of him chopping the speeding arrow in half. His feet slowly shifted forward and dashed forward his speed was amazing Gyros though. The barbarian had to weight about 250 pounds with full armor but his speed was like that of a fox. The barbarian struck his axe straight up using the ball end slamming it into one of the hunter chins in a blink of and eye, the axe then sung around slicing another’s head off clean. The man with the bow shook in terror as he tried to run away but the barbarian wouldn’t have it as he tossed his axe forward having it land into the man’s side sending him tumbling to the ground.
Gyros knew this was his time, after pushing a few buttons on his wrist his body slowly faded into view. In his hand was something that looked like a gun, the barbarian turned around looking him into the eyes and dashed forward. Gyros pulled the trigger sending about a one inch metal ball flying toward the barbarian. When it hit the barbarian the ball released an electrical charge. But it wasn’t enough to drop the barbarian as he charged forward faster; Gyros fumbled to reload as the barbarian hand locked around his throat and lifted him into the air. Gyros fighting for his life pulled the trigger again this time the barbarian dropped to the ground. Gyros gasped for air and looked at the barbarian surprised at how much power he really had. Using some of his gear Gyros tied up the barbarian and walked over to the axe driving into the poor hunter. Gripping the shaft he tugged the axe with all his might, it took him both hands to pull it out. The blade was made of a black stone called obsidian and weigh about fifty pounds. Dragging it over to the barbarian he pushed a few buttons on his wrist again and they diapered.