2 Chapter 2: The Stranger in Armour
Johnathan Mansen had just said the words that would change history itself. And a shockwave hit all the men surrounding him, knocking them all to the ground, as a beam of what seemed like heavenly light shined down.
As soon as the light hit the ground, a reddish, what looked almost like liquid metal, started wrapping around Mansen coming from the hilt of the sword, and taking shape around him.
It was as if it was forming armour on him, morphing into a chest-plate around his torso, turning into a semi solid substance. It started to take the shape of metal shoulder pads. The liquid wrapped around the rest of his body, forming a layer over his legs, leaving room for his joints to move.
The last part of his body to be covered was his face, it started to wrap around his head, forming what looked like a full head covering making it so that nobody could see his face, and his eyes cut through the blackness that surrounded the visor he could see out of with a yellow colour.
"What the hell just happened? And who the hell is that?!?" said one of the four men who had originally been chasing him. There were eight of them now.
As Johnathan looked around, he realized that they thought he was someone else, not the same kid they'd been chasing. He also realized something else. He felt, almost energized, like he was hit by lighting and was powering a city with it. And stronger, he felt much stronger.
As these things ran through his head, one of the men yelled, "It doesnt matter, take him out! Our target is anyone near or at the village, remember?"
These men werent scared to take him on, even after the shockwave and the stranger in armour they had just witness appear from nowhere before them. Johnathan realized he would have to fight them, but I thought that'd be somewhat easier since he felt stronger with the armour.
The man that was closest to him on the hill started running towards him at the top. Johnathan remembered his adopted father's teachings, and waited for the man to get closer and ready his blade.
As soon as the man started to push the blade forward from his side, he side stepped, caught the man on his backside, and slashed at his back as hard as he possibly could.
He heard a short yell of pain from the man before he heard two thuds. Realizing there was something else that hit the ground, he turned around and saw the man, who he had split in half with his counter strike.
'Did I just.... how did i.... I couldn't have.....'
So many thoughts were running through his head, he didn't notice that two more men were slashing at his back like he did to the dead one. But both of their blades shattered on the armour.
After realizing they were behind him, with full confidence, he swung wide with his left fist and hit the one on the left square in the chest, sending him into a tree towards the bottom of the hill. The other man looked terrified and took off too the bottom of the hill where the others were at.
"RUN AWAY, HE TOOK BOTH OF THEM OUT!!"
And the group of killers had run away. Mansen felt a sense of accomplishment. Of power, a feeling he never really had before, now laid over him like a thick blanket.
"What the hell is this sword?" He thought to himself as he stared, but almost as soon as he finished his sentence, the armour started to liquify again, and returned to the hilt of the sword, quicker than it had formed on him.
"O....kay? Wait, fuck the village...."
After his encounter with the killers, and winning his first battle, he took off towards his home. Hoping that his adopted parents, the only ones in the village that loved him, were ok.
