offtopic: Robots weren't my first choice, but hey it's better than what i had planned.
Clar led himself and his army of robots over a small hill that levelled out onto a plain and flat field. Clar was saddled comfortably into a robotic horse, it's red eyes scanning the field. It had spotted fastlegs and her army of ninja a mile across from them, a dusty cloud billowing in their wake. Clar had ordered a small contingent of high-tech robots for a little skirmish attack. The group of fourty-five robots, equiped with high-velocity plasma rifles, retractable claws, ten plasma-injected grenades capable of incenrating anything weaker than titanium alloy marched faithfully towards the enemy. Clar had another group of robots prepare to bombard the enemy from afar. Clar himself would lead the main charge. He had also sent a large group of androids with robotic horses away from the battle, when he gave the signal they would ride towards the rear of the enemy line.
The androids were his best fighters, they had been programme to be skillfull on horseback, have great accuracy using ranged weapons (which include traditional weapons like bows and arrows), are adept users of the ninjato, katana, broadsword, sabre and lightsabre. Clar hated lightsabres because you couldn't hold the blade without burning your hand off.
"Air support!" Clar yelled behind him, a whizzing and buzzing sound came towards him. It seemed there were hundreds of little fliying orbs hovering around him. Theses things seemed harmless, but if you get too close, they sprout robotic spiderlegs and attack using its pinning razor blades. they also had lasers attached.
Clar knew this would be too much for fastlegs. Her meager army of bamboo armoured ninja, bradishing steel blades would be no match for clar's Technology. But he could not underestimate her.
Clar's younger brother appeared fom behind, he said he would be leaving, saying something about not being a good fighter, but clar hardly cared, he hated his brother. As his borhter left the army clar gave the signal for the skirmishing to begin.
The samll group of skirmishers' march suddenly gained speed, turning from a trot to a flat oput sprint reaching speeds of 35kmph. All in straight rows of ten, they began to toss their pointed javellins into fastlegs screaming rabble and each time, ten men would fall. When the javelin/spears ran out, they fired their plasma rifles, melting the skin of fastlegs minions. Their screams of pain echoed across the battefield as clar watched safely from his hill. Clar lifted a hand, ordered his skirmishers back and ordered his Rangebots to send a hail of plasma bombs down on his enemies...
offtopic:Your turn now...
Sorry I got carried away. After stabing her eyes, burning it with hot embers and pushing her off a cliff she seomhow survived, So I push a large boulder off the cliff to crush her just that little bit extra. ehehe
This post was edited by clar380 (2007-05-10 16:50, 10 years ago)