A man gives a wild war cry from behind
me. I barely see him past me as he slams into the power armour man.
At first glance, the new man appears to
be some sort of dragon themed knight judging by his full body armour. It’s obviously
unpowered and has suffered some serious battle damage.
My first thought is that he must be
rather strong to wear something as heavy as the armour. Not to mention tough to
take that must damage and still be fighting.
Both of them crash into the ground as
the knight yanks his sword out of the power armour. He raises it over the man
in power armour.
Before I can stop him, the knight stabs
into his opponent’s helmet.
I start to yell something, but the man
punches the knight off of him despite the blade lodge in his head. He climbs to
his feet and draws a short sword with a black blade that crackles with red
energy.
Taking my cue from the knight, I fire my
lasers full blast at him. I close my eyes the second before the lasers hit.
When I force myself to look, the man has
collapsed on the ground with two smoking holes in his chest. Surprisingly, the
lasers haven’t burn through to the other side despite being as powerful as I
can make them.
I take a step forward as what I have
done fully hits me. I just killed a
man.
I feel unsteady and wobbly. My stomach
feels gushy and my head is arching.
I drop to my knees and then on all
fours. I need to puke. I yank the front of my helmet off, breaking the seals
with the enhanced strength that my armour gives me.
I toss it aside before puking onto the
ground. I do it a few times before I notice someone standing over me.
I look up to see the dragon knight look
down on me, his expression unreadable behind his helmet despite pieces of it
being missing.
He holds out his hand and I grasp it. I
try to regain my composure as he pulls me up.
“Eikar Rin Min Worlar Err Ornorin Min
Thariloth,” says the dragon knight to me.
I notice his voice sound very feminine
despite him being a man.
Suddenly the knight bows to me. An old
fashion bow on one knee.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“Swearing an oath of loyalty to you
milord,” says the dragon knight, “Are you a superhero?”
Definitely a female voice this time. The man is a woman, I'm sure of it. It
takes me a moment to process her words as well as the fact I can her understand
this time.
“What, my lord, superhero,” I splutter,
unable to form a coherent sentence.
She cocks her head before waiting for me
to process what is going on. Frankly, I’m grateful for the distraction from my
actions moments before.
“So let me get straight,” I say as I
stand up to face her, “You can speak English, you have just sworn loyalty to me
and you know about superheroes?”
“That would be correct Verigar,” says
the knight.
“So what does Verigar mean?” I ask.
“Sentinel,” replies the knight, “That is
your title after all.”
“Right. Now ignoring how much you seem
to know,” I continue, “What is your name?”
“My name is Narszara Geous Coura,”
replies the knight as she points into the air, “And the Lantern approaches with
the Bolt and Knight of Storm. The guardsman and guardswoman are safe and mildly
harm while the other foes have been bested.”
I look to where Narszara is pointing. Sam
is flying towards us with Vance behind him and Stefan barely keeping up with
them.
“What happened?” asks Sam as he lands.
“This is Narszara,” I say indicating
her, “She is some sort of dragon themed knight from another dimension. She’s
also a badass and has just sworn loyalty to me for reason she has yet to tell
me. Inspector Oakley and Constable Melville are over there somewhere. The men
were a bunch of interdimensional invaders.”
“The %&*#!” exclaims Stefan as he
looks around.
His eyes settle on the power armour
man’s corpse. They widen as he realises what happened to the man.
“Who did that to him?” demands Stefan.
Sam and Vance both turn to look at the
body while I bend over and puke again. I straighten up as they and Stefan stare
at me.
“Verigar defeated the tokking tokk,”
explains Narszara, drawing only blank looks from myself and the others.
“I fired my lasers at full power into
him after Narszara stabbed him in the head,” I explain more clearly, “He tried
to kill me.”
“Colonel Gorlack has directly caused the
deaths of trillions and destroyed over a thousand dimensions,” snarls Narszara,
drawing more looks, “His death should be celebrated not mourned.”
Her words cheer me up a bit. I guess
knowing I didn’t take a life in vain and the guy really deserved it if not
worse.
“He and his forces also slew my entire
team,” continues Narszara, “But now he and his remaining warriors have been
defeat once and for all.”
“She’s pretty hammy,” mutters Stefan,
drawing a look from Narszara.
“So you one of the good guys,” says Sam
in a tentative attempt to make conversation with her.
“I believe in courage, honour and duty,”
replies Narszara, “Correct me if I am wrong, but are you kin of the League of
Heroes?”
“You know about the League?” says Sam,
confused.
“They are known in the Multiverse,”
answers Narszara, “Especially to people like my own.”
“And you are your people,” inquires
Vance.
“The Norgardians,” answers Narszara,
“But I doubt you heard of them.”
“No,” I cut in, “My granddad mention
them before. I’m sure he had some files on them back at base.”
“Are you okay Sentinel?” calls Oakley as
he and Melville approach us.
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