Amulet of Souls (The Sentinels of Wizgrad Book 1) by Pegs Hampton Page B
Authors: Pegs Hampton
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the dark sky poured rain into the hall like an overflowing river.
The commanders waited for Morgoth to appear. He walked out from the corner slowly and his large figure filled the width of the hall with ease.
"This is my fight" Plode threatened and he pushed to the front of the commanders.
"We're in this together!" The King insisted.
"NO!" Plode bellowed "This is a fight you CANNOT win, he will kill you all".
Plode pulled a massive hammer from his back. The floor shuddered as the two figures charged towards each other.
"This ENDS here!" Plode shouted. With a huge smash, the two figures collided. Plode swung his hammer around like it was a small stick; Morgoth ducked, dodged and parried Plode’s attacks. Morgoth’s sword bounced off Plode’s armour, Plode then blocked the next attack with the handle of his hammer.
They battled for several minutes, each of them dodged and blocked the others attack. Morgoth went on the full attack and started to push Plode back toward the exit.
Most of the commanders were outside in the thunderstorm to help the wounded. Mireylon, Iris and Zelkith stayed inside as they watched Plode and Morgoth battle. They moved back when the two figures got close to them, they did not want to get in the way. Morgoth peered outside and glanced at the wounded outside.
A flash of lightning revealed Morgoth’s face. He had a similar look to Plode, but his skin was dark black with menacing looking red eyes. He had a thrilled expression on his face.
"Why do you help them, when they are so weak?" Morgoth taunted. His voice was deep and gravelled, it sounded like he had a damaged throat.
"These are good people! Why did you betray us?" Plode argued.
Plode began to fight back. He swung the massive hammer in quick successive strikes, which pushed them further into the hall. They get their weapons interlocked and fiercely struggled against each other.
The two of them glared a look of hatred at each other. They battled more violently and took hits and blows from each other. Plode ducked an overhead slash and swung the huge hammer into Morgoth’s chest. The hammer barely dented the black armour, but it still knocked Morgoth to the floor. Plode stood unsteadily on his feet and deep black blood seeped through the gaps in his silver armour.
Morgoth raised his sword and uttered a spell under his breath. The darkness from the halls disappeared and the torches blazed brighter than should have been possible. Plode hurled the hammer in the air toward Morgoth, who ducked and the hammer smashed into the ground behind him.
Plode charged at Morgoth at full speed, he pushed out his shoulder and barged into Morgoth. Morgoth used Plode’s momentum against him and pushed Plode hard against the wall. Morgoth then thrust his sword through Plode’s arm, which pinned him to the wall.
The moment the sword went through, Plode’s eyes blackened, like the darkness of the night sky filled his eyes.
"You are weak, just like the rest of them, and you shall die as one of them," Morgoth said. He pulled a dagger from his side and got down ready to slice Plode’s throat.
"No!" yelled a voice. A wounded man nearby got up and stabbed the back of Morgoth’s leg. With a scream, more of anger than pain, Morgoth turned around and crushed the man with his shield, the repulsive sound of broken bones resonated down the hall.
"You monster," Plode struggled to speak.
"I congratulate you on being the first to be able to resist my spell! But it would seem that it is still not enough to save your life!" Morgoth said, with a sinister snicker in his voice. Morgoth took the knife to Plode’s neck and this time, there was nothing to stop him. He started to press deep against his neck.
With a flash of light, Mireylon reappeared on the other side of Plode and Morgoth, down the hall. In that instant, he had pulled the sword out which had pinned Plode to the wall and slashed it across Morgoth’s arm. With a thud Morgoth’s hand hit the floor,
The commanders waited for Morgoth to appear. He walked out from the corner slowly and his large figure filled the width of the hall with ease.
"This is my fight" Plode threatened and he pushed to the front of the commanders.
"We're in this together!" The King insisted.
"NO!" Plode bellowed "This is a fight you CANNOT win, he will kill you all".
Plode pulled a massive hammer from his back. The floor shuddered as the two figures charged towards each other.
"This ENDS here!" Plode shouted. With a huge smash, the two figures collided. Plode swung his hammer around like it was a small stick; Morgoth ducked, dodged and parried Plode’s attacks. Morgoth’s sword bounced off Plode’s armour, Plode then blocked the next attack with the handle of his hammer.
They battled for several minutes, each of them dodged and blocked the others attack. Morgoth went on the full attack and started to push Plode back toward the exit.
Most of the commanders were outside in the thunderstorm to help the wounded. Mireylon, Iris and Zelkith stayed inside as they watched Plode and Morgoth battle. They moved back when the two figures got close to them, they did not want to get in the way. Morgoth peered outside and glanced at the wounded outside.
A flash of lightning revealed Morgoth’s face. He had a similar look to Plode, but his skin was dark black with menacing looking red eyes. He had a thrilled expression on his face.
"Why do you help them, when they are so weak?" Morgoth taunted. His voice was deep and gravelled, it sounded like he had a damaged throat.
"These are good people! Why did you betray us?" Plode argued.
Plode began to fight back. He swung the massive hammer in quick successive strikes, which pushed them further into the hall. They get their weapons interlocked and fiercely struggled against each other.
The two of them glared a look of hatred at each other. They battled more violently and took hits and blows from each other. Plode ducked an overhead slash and swung the huge hammer into Morgoth’s chest. The hammer barely dented the black armour, but it still knocked Morgoth to the floor. Plode stood unsteadily on his feet and deep black blood seeped through the gaps in his silver armour.
Morgoth raised his sword and uttered a spell under his breath. The darkness from the halls disappeared and the torches blazed brighter than should have been possible. Plode hurled the hammer in the air toward Morgoth, who ducked and the hammer smashed into the ground behind him.
Plode charged at Morgoth at full speed, he pushed out his shoulder and barged into Morgoth. Morgoth used Plode’s momentum against him and pushed Plode hard against the wall. Morgoth then thrust his sword through Plode’s arm, which pinned him to the wall.
The moment the sword went through, Plode’s eyes blackened, like the darkness of the night sky filled his eyes.
"You are weak, just like the rest of them, and you shall die as one of them," Morgoth said. He pulled a dagger from his side and got down ready to slice Plode’s throat.
"No!" yelled a voice. A wounded man nearby got up and stabbed the back of Morgoth’s leg. With a scream, more of anger than pain, Morgoth turned around and crushed the man with his shield, the repulsive sound of broken bones resonated down the hall.
"You monster," Plode struggled to speak.
"I congratulate you on being the first to be able to resist my spell! But it would seem that it is still not enough to save your life!" Morgoth said, with a sinister snicker in his voice. Morgoth took the knife to Plode’s neck and this time, there was nothing to stop him. He started to press deep against his neck.
With a flash of light, Mireylon reappeared on the other side of Plode and Morgoth, down the hall. In that instant, he had pulled the sword out which had pinned Plode to the wall and slashed it across Morgoth’s arm. With a thud Morgoth’s hand hit the floor,
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