It was the end of nations, the beginning of tumult and change that would go on to fill the world. Some would call it the beginning of the end. But now we see it was the recreation of things once lost and broken.
Kier looked over the battlefield from the crow’s nest of a battleship floating above the warring armies below. Fire burst on the side of his vessel as an opposing battleship unleashed a torrent of cannon fire. A gryphon, caught in the fire, fell from the sky burning away to ash before it even hit the ground.
“Things are not going well,” he thought, “We can’t take more of this.” Kier muttered as a smaller vessel on the port side caught fire and crashed into the army below, killing so many. At that moment he saw it. A huge ship coming straight at his own battleship through the smoke of the fallen ship. The battering ram on the enemy ship would destroy the infrastructure of his own in a brief moment. “Not that easy.” he muttered under his breath as he began to focus all his will toward the enemy ship. The very elements began to bend to his will, creation itself began to move to his thoughts. A tingling sensation began to make the his skin crawl and his hair stand on end. His focus reached a breaking point and there was a loud clap as a bolt of plasma energy discharged from around him. It slammed into the enemy ship ripping it apart. The burning wreckage fell from the sky, smashing into the ground below.
“I have to end this” Kier thought. Surveying the death and destruction caused by a millennia of misunderstanding and false teaching. He saw a smaller ship passing under his, flying the enemy colors. It looked to be a scout, heading back to the city. Without a second thought Kier threw himself from the crows nest. The sudden rush of wind and lurch of movement shot adrenaline through Kiers body. He began to focus again, and watched as the air bent to his will. He could feel the air, not just the pressure on his face, but the currents, its desires, its very existence. He flipped above the deck of the smaller ship, turning to land on his feet. The air beneath him bunched together, and slowly pooled out from there, acting as a cone, dispersing his weight. The deck of the ship cracked and the crew under the weight were flattened to the deck.
A few light infantry rushed out of the lower decks as Kier landed lightly. One dashed in with two long bladed knives, slashing at Kiers exposed throat. His first attack was easily dodged and his life ended with a knife through his own neck. His limp body fell to the floor as three more men drew swords. They were two sided long swords, favored by the Alicians. They surrounded Kier, armed now only with a hunting knife on his belt and his Ke’Dar. The staff was smooth in his hands, the two foot blade on one end leveled at the leader of the men. One attacked, making a small jumping movement and swinging his sword horizontally through the air. Kier, in one fluid motion ducked and drove the butt of his Ke’Dar into the mans rib cage. He let out a small grunt and then a gasp as his ribs gave way, breaking under the focused pressure. Movements a blur Kier tripped the man approaching from the front and blocked an attack form the third man. Rising, Kier took him from under the chin knocking him off his feet as well. Kier ended the mans life with a swift downward strike, followed by a jab to the face of the first swordsman, with the butt of his Ke’Dar and two strikes with the blade, ending the lives of both remaining fighters.
Kier worried that it would come to this... This bitter end.
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