Thread: The Royal Guard (RyanKLeinhart and Fhallon Storm)

Ryan moved in front of Arabella. I thought I said stay in the carriage.. He said coldly. The air around them getting colder every second. Within just a minute the air around them was cold enough for their breaths to frost. Ryan bagan to walk backward, pushing Arabella towards the carriage. He stomped his foot into the ground, a small earthen pillar rising up and throwing her in the carriage. Ryan shut the door before adopting a odd fighting stance. He waited patiently, His eyes remainging closed through the whole ordeal. Then let us see you take on a blind monk.. He said cooly as one approached. Ryan took a step, drew his arms back, and extended his arms out with force, a icy wind locking around one orc, wrapping it in a pillar of Ice. Ryan shifted, bringing his hands down into a fist, black flame rising from nowhere, engulfing two or three more orcs in its hellish flame. With all but a few Dead Ryan turned to face them. His eyes finally opening. The cold gray stare seemed persistent as he dropped his robe. The bandolier of seven bells hanging delicately over his chest. Now..I will see you to do as you are told.. He said coldly. One orc turning to run, yet something grabbed his feet, the earth itself! Ryan gave a menacing smile as he drew the 6th bell from the bandolier. Saraneth..The binder.. Ryan recited to the orcs who were feverishly trying to get away. You said you chose for me to kill you in a glorious retribution of your souls.. Ryan said with a dark laugh. So allow me to show you... Ryan said as he rang the bell. Its voice deep and commanding. You two..You will do exactly as I command.. Ryan said as the orcs stopped squirming. Though they still felt fear of this small human looking male, they could not moved their limbs against the voice of Saraneth. You will take your side weapons..And you will slice open your own throats..Once you die..I will capture your souls before they transcend into death..And you will be mine to use whenever I please. The orcs began to whimper, even begging for their lives as their hands betrayed them, slowly reaching for their knives. ..Pleading now will not save your souls.. Ryan said as he watched the blades creep to their own necks. ..I said to slit your throats! Ryan roared as he rang Saraneth again, the bells tone causing their bodies to do as commanded. Ryan only smirked as he watched the black blood pour and pool at his feet. Ah..The feeling of a life slipping away.. He said to himself as he knelt down. He pulled a small green jewel from his side pouch. A black aura enveloped the orcs body for a moment, and then shot into the jewel. There we are.. He said as he moved to pick up his robe, a black flame engulfing the remaining bodies. Ryan put the robe back on over his normal outfit and bells before climbing into the carriage. HE did not speak to Arabella. He knew that he had shown a rather dark side of his person. One he had not meant to show..A side that he had long since forgotten..No, not forgotten..Misplaced. Once the carriage had began its travels again, Ryan kept his gaze outside the window of the carriage, waiting for the barrage of questions that was sure to follow.