He was walking through a grassy field...
His broadsword on his back, as his ebony longbow...
He looked around, and saw many, any burned spots in the field.
The wind went over the field.
Rain started to fall down..
Thunder stroke in the forest, next to the field...
He looked up into the sky, and took off his hat.
As his face became wet, he moved his hand to the handle of his sword.
He swung it out, from his back, and cutted off the tips of the remaining grass.
"I'm up next..", he whispered...
He took out arrows, and stook them into the ground...
Then he held up his sword...
"What are you waiting for, you half-assed thundergod?!", he shouted.
Immediatly thunderstrokes came down, but none seemed to hit him.
"I'm not impressed!"
More thunderstrokes, and now they came dangerously close.
"What are you trying to do?!"
Several miniature strokes combined in the sky, and directly hit his sword..
But he, being as powerfull as he were, merely swung his sword...
The strokes seperated and stroke the ground around him.
The wind stopped for a moment...
Silence, apart from the rain drop hitting the man in his shining armor.
Suddenly, thousands of small strokes combined in the air, forming a huge stroke.
They flew down with miraculous strength, and they, once again, stroke his sword.
But this time, the sword contained it, and he Slid it past all of his arrowheads.
He then fired them all in the direction of the moon, and they exploded on impact.
That day, history was written.
"-Sinchao too-"
Stumble!