following the years of horrible wasteland chaos, one sought to make everything right. Hajakala, master of the ICE TOWEZ, would rise. Tis was a brisk windy day, perfect weather to swish the cape of the for-now lone master. 3:00PM, time for him to head out. The lone wanderer worked his way over to the southeast, entering into the Fort.
- "Please forfeit your weapons"
- "suck my dick"
hajakala replied as he pulled out his jacket pocket shooting the legionary in the head. The other legionaries attempted to pull their weapons out but found themselves suddenly frozen. A sudden chill had come over them, freezing them and the nearby lake.
The lone masked man walked up the wooden steps, built from the hands of people who saw greater futures, but they were now dead. As hajakala worked his way up he noticed a guard at the front door watching him as he walked towards him.
- "Halt. You cannot step in unless Caesar has requested you."
- "How do you know he hasn't"
- "Because he would never order such Legion killing scum into his own camp, prepare to die!"
As hajakala turn round he noticed he was suddenly surrounded. He simply put up his hands and smiled. A nearby legionary walked towards him Distabler Glove on hand, as he reached hajakala he asked
- "why are you smiling, your gonna die you fuckin punk"
- "look children to the eastern sky's where the young take hold where the bodies have fried"
- "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT"
The Legionary decided he had lived long enough, putting hajakalas head to the ground he readied to punch it flat.
- "STOP"
A legionary said. There was a change in the wind.
- "Its probably --"
The legionaries voice was unheard through the roar of bombs coming down. They had begun to rain down upon the lower section of the Fort, and were slowly working their way up, at the rate of climb, it would be a matter of seconds until the legionaries were dead.
- "why, you will die too! you fool!"
- "Cause fuck you, that's why"
Hajakala immediately proceeded to get up and run straight into the bomb shed. Baffled at first the battle frenzied legionaries decided it must be some sort of hoax and ran into the bomb shed with him.
Hajakala got up, having survived the blast as planned. He started to walk up to where Caesars Camp, the last part of the Fort untouched by the bombs rigged to blast within 20 minutes of activating. On his way up the desert and barren he noticed a body. Severed hands, missing a leg, shakily breathing.
- "you.. you did this.. you.. cant.. win..why"
- "the ice towers shall rise, and i cant have measly threats stand idly by"
- "you.. cant win.. chaos.. never prevails.."
"never say never"
And so he walked, leaving the body to burn in away, a symbol of the what would come of the faction that was Caesars legion. Caesars tent, stained red wth the blood of his enemies, lay flap open. Caesar knew he was coming, and sent his guards away, this is a battle between equals. There they stood, the bull and the tower.
- "You have come such a long ways for a small feat"
- "are you implying you realize your army is small"
- good armies don't need to be big"
- "Lanius is dead"
- "the legion cannot die, as long as there in conformity there is anarchy in response"
- "well that wont be a problem much longer"
- "Let us see if the Blade of the West can be taken down by a simple cold heart"
Caesar drew hiw weapon of choice, a big curved sword, similar to a rapier in shape, tied to it, a sacred hand knitted flag bearing the bull. To show respect, hajakala drew hi best weapon. His weapon of choice, a long poll, one inch in diameter, made of a solid alloy, a mixture between Carbon diamond and Carbon fiber, lightweight and very powerful.