The Nomads Guardian Fortress

The Nomads Gaudian Fortress

In a village in the rainforests of the Congo a boy of sixteen years old laid down in a puddle of blood with a spear and an AK47 rifle on the ground near him, soaking in all the blood as the boy slowly bleeds out, a man in a gilly suit with an ar15 in his hands, stood over the boy with a angry look on his face the man scoffed in disgust as he begins speaking not paying attention to the dying boy at his feet captain the rabbles are dead this fucking little bastard kept yelling this is Sparta as he killed our people, the captain of the gilly suit wearing man a man in his fifties with a handle bar moustache and tinted ray ben glasses shouted to his men make sure their all dead especially that little psychopath.

(The boys pov)"death was so painful and wet, oh wait that's my blood ha-ha the spartan of Congo, who was I kidding I was just a boy who knew nothing more than killing and fighting if only I was born richer maybe I would have been in school now laughing and playing with my friends ahh maybe, I would have had a girlfriend by now instead of looking up the barrel of a gun, well I killed enough of them they don't see me as a child anymore well fuck him I'm definitely taking this one with me thought the boy with a malicious bloody grin" .

As a last ditch effort the body on the ground held the spear near his hands and used the last of his strength to thrust the spear through the man in the Gilley suits groin as the man shot the boy immediately after losing his balls and bleeding out a few seconds later the grim picture of a boy whose head was blown up and a grown man with a spear going through his crotch area was a beautifully macabre picture.

 In a village of tents and huts in what looked like the iron age ,an army was burning and pillaging, as they killed and raped as they pleased roars of pain, and depraved laughter, screams of desperation from women in leather dresses , a group of men at the entrance of the village a man stood in ornate armor and a sword 3 feet long on his waste the man thought to himself when are we going to be rid of these beasts if we cant use these bastards what right do they have to exist in our great Romani empire the men spat in disgust as a horn blew with in the burning village.

The boys pov) well death is quite loud or is it hell yeah hell wouldn't let you rest is that heat oh yeah hell must be hot of cause its what its known for ha-ha I can still make jokes in this situation well lets see what demon is going to torture me 1st oh what am I looking at is that a man forcing himself on that black woman no his trying but failing miserably a scoff came out of my mouth they both stopped and stared at me wow am I really that terrifying I took a look around me and on my right a shiny shield showed a white haired man with dreadlocks and greyish pupils well that's a handsome man as I said to myself I grabbed the shield and I looked to my left ah a Masai spear or more like a roman legionary spear but it was all made of one piece of metal well this thing has to be heavy I reached for the spear and it had a very nice design of horses running on a field and mean spear fishing and leading a charge to attack a castle it's a nice spear I held the 7ft3 or so spear it really was nice but not that heavy oh yeah I turned and stabbed the shocked horny old man with a quick thrust the spear went straight through his mouth severing his spine and killing him instantly I looked at the woman hey there can I ask what circle of hell are we in the woman was still shocked and stared at me at my wait I looked down and the 1st thing I see is what I can only describe as a magnificent elephant trunk oh yeah I'm naked oh well I shrugged and bent over to look at her face to face my eyes are up hear she stutters I don't know about hell but were in the wild of step of the nomads of ok I thought to myself I don't know where that is anyway what's going on I asked as I looked around looking for clothes the woman started were being attacked by the Romani lords of the west and they want to take us as slaves oh gotcha I said

Well that's fucked so want to run away with me I asked the woman she looked at me with a blank look well I guess not she shouted no take me with you but they have us surrounded and there are a lot of them, how much is a lot I asked well around one hundred or so okay then I say let's go I managed to find a leather skirt looking thing and belt that had a centaur design on it as I walked out I asked well then who am I to you since I was in your I looked behind me oh hut tent thing she looked at me and said no one I found at the river earlier today oh good to know well then where's their boss I asked her what she asked never mind where's the gate she looked in a direction okay then that way it is then.

As I started walking men with sword s and spears looked at me in shock stopping their raping and killing poke I said thrusting my spear to a man who was mid stroke raping a woman poor girl oh well poke another man found himself eating my spear well that sounded wrong the shocked men started attacking him and honestly it was still very easy to poke them you damn barbarian die a man said and well poke he couldn't react to my thrust as I pierced him through the throat ah nice sword lady please pick them up as we go I looked behind me to see 5 women following me they scrambled to grab the swords and spears from the idiots I poked I continued killing I mean poking dudes as I went along she was right the are a hundred or so I hear swords clashing and roars of men fighting well time to turn as I rounded the corner the 1st thing I see I s a group of ten men standing back to back as they fought around thirty other men who were wearing ornate armor with feathered helmets well lets poke shall we the now thirteen women that where following me started poking men from behind trying to save their husbands of brothers I guess well two of the women remained beside me well lets go shall we when the men saw their women fighting their blood was boiling and they started fighting even harder and I started poking men left and right when only ten men remained they started looking at me and one of the feather heads took a horn from his waist and blew on it and a few seconds later another horn sounded followed by a galloping sound and a dust cloud rose behind the feather heads and a man with a bigger feathered helmet riding a white horse stopped behind his men and started talking.

 My name is captain Gerrard Sylvestris Cress the second who are you barbarian and why are you fighting on the side of the nomad scum, I look around who me I pointed at myself and everyone looks to my direction well I look to my left the woman looks at me uhm I start well I'm I thought to myself should keep my old name no ill just come up with another before I start the woman next to me shouts to the men his name is Karak Khai my mate I look down at her oh mate well that's unexpected well you heard her feather man I'm her mate I mean I'm Karak Khai the man looked at me in shock and before he spoke I through my spear directly to him killing him instantly and causing his horse to buck and go wild the men around me roared and attacked the riders 30 minutes later two of the ten men died and they where being taken to their funeral preparations a man looked at me and bowed and thanked me for my assistance well then I asked the women my mate I guess from now on so what's your name anyway the woman blushed and stuttered uhm my name Sharratza Kahina-Khai beautiful name I said.