The Grey Cavalry

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Lord Brighton watched as his holy blade clashed with the glowing sword that now hovered over John Newman. That green color and the energy beam could only mean one thing: the ancient heretics had finally come out of hiding and allied with the warlock.

“JEDI SCUM! KILL THEM ALL!” roared Lord Brighton as he attempted to recover from the surprise deflection. His eyes followed the lightsaber as it flew back to its master, a young girl who had 19 other Jedi behind her, all entering the fray. The lord watched as a sudden appearance of allies for the enemy caught them off guard as the blue and green blades twirled through the air, slicing in half many of his most loyal soldiers. Others still were struck down by powerful blasts of lighting from the tips of the fingers as the heretics rushed to his location. Large blasts of what felt like wind swept across the battlefield, any soldiers in its path sent flying. Lord Brighton looked as this sudden cavalry broke his ranks and he needed his men to regroup.

“All soldiers, regroup to me! We shall reform ranks and crush all our enemies!” commanded Lord Brighton. His troops that were not dead, passed out, or in active combat, rushed from their position to rally around their leader. His eyes scanned the battlefield and saw a most dissatisfying display: his two daughters locked in mortal combat, both attempting fatal strikes on the other. Dammit girls! You were supposed to bring out the best in each other, not the worst! Perhaps if my dear wife were still here, you’d both be that pondered Lord Brighton as his troops finalized around him. Across the battlefield, Lord Brighton locked eyes with his enemy, John Newman, and saw a familiar look in his eyes. A look that told him everything he needed to know. So you have no intention to surrender. You are a man of your convictions, even if they are incorrect. You will fight with everything you have to protect what you have. I can respect that. Let us see who’s convictions are stronger, your heretical teachings or my Holy Crusade.

“Come John Newman, let us end this battle once and for all! Let the light of the Lady wash over you and your heretical followers and grant you a swift ****! For we are the Order of the Golden Rose, blessed by the Lady herself, to purify this world of its corruption and make it a world worth her blessing!” preached Lord Brighton, to the cheers of his soldiers. The commander of this holy army raised his blade into the air and let it hang there for a few moments before he thrust his arm down while he yelled “CHARGE!” Lord Brighton was at the front for as soon as the first letter escaped his lips, he felt his feet push himself forward, his troops right on his heels. Lord Brighton had a look of conviction on his face as he planned to end this battle here and now, once and for all, on his enemy’s own doorsteps to prove his crusade worthy.

His head turned to the side and his eyes tightly shut, John waited for the inevitable pain to come from the stab as the weapon would bypass his armor and tear through his neck to attack his very spirit it felt like. Instead, John heard a strange buzzing noise as he timidly opened his left eye. To his amazement, which caused him to turn his head and bare witness with both eyes open wide and mouth agape, John looked as a green lightsaber hovered in the air mere inches above him, its green blade blocked the path of Lord Brighton’s terrifying rapier. His thoughts were more or less confirmed when Lord Brighton’s angry outburst yelled out a familiar name.

“They actually came!” John shouted in joy as he quickly scuttled back, away from Lord Brighton. John watched his enemy retreated back away as the Grey Jedi quickly flanked John with Idena and Miho also coming to his side.

“Master, are you alright?!” asked a very concerned Idena. John raised his hand to her cheek and with a smile on his face replied to his kingsguard.

“I’m better now that our reinforcements have shown up,” John said in an enthusiastic voice. “Trying to play hero and show up at the last second?” he asked the leader of the group, a stoic looking young lady.

“Do you remember me? My name is Raina Zathria, and I command these Grey Jedi volunteers,” she said to John followed by a quick bow. “While or Jedi brethren may be too afraid to confront one of our oldest and greatest enemies, we will not hesitate at this chance to drive the Order out of the Americas. It is one of the last bastions of freedom from their tyranny, and we wish to keep it that way.” She said as she raised her hand towards John’s weapon, which laid a good distance from where they were. John looked on as his weapon rattled on the ground for a few moments before it flew across the battlefield and into her hand. “I believe this is yours?” she said as she handed it to John.

“I-uh...thanks. Yeah, I remember you. That was so cool to see in real life...” John stammered to speak after a first hand witness of the ****.

As she spoke, John couldn’t help but give the girl a once over. She wore rather simple knee high boots, both of which had two straps at the top that seemed to help keep them form fitting. Speaking of form fitting, her skin tight body suit hugged her in all the right places. While she did not have an ass as big as some of his companions, Raina had a tight ass that John was sure he could bounce a quarter off of. At least, John was pretty sure that’s what her ass looked like. It was hard to tell from the glances he stole since her tunic she wore over her body suit did extend down to nearly the ground at the back. From what John could see, however, he was happy with the sight. The body suit and tunic did cover her breasts, which seemed to be smaller than compared to most of the girls he’s been with and has around him. Still, her chest was larger than either of the twins, probably a B-Cup if John had to guess. The tunic made it harder to guess than if she just had on the body suit. The one thing John really enjoyed from his new ally was her two silver streaks in an otherwise brunette sea of hair. John quickly snapped back to his duties as a warrior king when the Grey Jedi brought his weapon back to him.

“I see. Well, I thank you for your assistance in this endeavor. With our might combined, I’m sure we can overcome our enemies and bring victory, RIGHT EVERYBODY?!” John asked with extra emphasis on the last part of his statement. While John listened to his new ally speak and his eyes checked her out, the various troops on the battlefield had rallied behind where John, Miho, Idena, and the Grey Jedi had gone. The soldiers, Grey Jedi included, all let out a hearty cheer to answer his call to arms.

John looked over, his eyes locked with Lord Brighton as the sinister man began to speak to him. He listened to the words his adversary spoke to him and he could feel a primordial anger start to build in him. Heretics? Blessed by the Lady? Purify corruption? John took in the words the man said, but could not believe he actually spoke them. You are the heretics! John thought as that anger continued to rise. You claim to be blessed by the Lady yet I’m the one with her most OP abilities! Your Warden Blessing doesn’t stand a chance against my Gamer powers! I’ll show you who is truly corrupt when I drive my axe through your chest! John said as the anger finally boiled over. Raina gave John a quizzical look as she felt a particular presence in her new ally for a few moments before dispersing after he spoke.

“We will stand against your crusade, Lord Brighton, for it is corrupt itself. We will end your stain on the Abyssal world and I’ll show you what a true blessing of Gaia looks like! Onward my allies, my friends, and together we shall free these zealots of their lives!” roared John as he raised his battleaxe and charged forth, flanked by Idena, Miho, and Raina, her eyes darting between him and her upcoming opponents.

The two armies raced towards each other, with a renewed sense of valor and justice on both group’s side. Mere feet before the two armies were to clash into one another, a second grand explosion came from atop John’s already ruined castle. Bits and pieces of the stone structure were sent flying in all directions. The Grey Jedi quickly used their strength in the **** to stop and deflect the pieces of John’s castle around them. The Order’s remaining mages performed a similar feat, hastily erecting a shield bubble around the Order troops that deflected the giant blocks from the troops. Both John and Lord Brighton looked on as his two behemoth demons were engulfed in flames. While the two men could not hear, they assumed the beasts roared in agony before what remained of floor they were on collapsed and the two demons fell through the castle. Puffs of dirt and debris could be seen as it was pushed out the windows of the castle as the two monsters fell from floor to floor until the dust settled. A full minute went by as both sides looked on, anxious to see if X and Y had survived. When there was no movement, the answer was known.

“NO! MY LOYAL MINIONS!” cried out Lord Brighton. “I spent years rehabilitating those demons! Showing that the creatures themselves were not locked into their ways, but rather, they could be changed! Showed the way of the Lady! And you murdered them! You, John Newman, are more of a monster than they are. And you shall pay for your crimes with blood!” Lord Brighton roared at John, who locked eyes with the older man as he spoke.

“The only monster here,” John started, a fire in his eyes to end all this once and for all, “is you!” finished John as he signaled for his army to continue their charge.