Unstoppable
A look of satisfaction was exchanged between each of them. Sweat still beaded up on their brow from the fight. Standing there on what was the battlefield, everything seemed devoid of sound or any real emotion. Only raw force was brought with them that day in lieu of anger or sadness. Coming with emotion at the tip of their sword would result in defeat...a word unknown to them not due to the absence of ever losing, but because they would not accept it.
The light rustle of leaves at their feet was the only whisper to remind them the world was still moving. North. South. East. West. From the four corners of the world they each came with a cold competitive nature that most people could not understand. This was cumulative moment following every confrontation. It only lasted seconds, indiscernible to anyone outside of their quartet. Each gripped their blade tightly, the glow of armor and weapons imbued with protective or offensive magic reached toward their eyes. Were there any bystanders, it would be impossible to tell if the magic was in their tools of the trade or their own eyes. The Bowmen turned and lined up to face one direction, stepping in unison into formation.
“Do each of you still have supplies?” North spoke with assuredness, clearly the voice of authority. Each nodded without having to look. They were careful to keep themselves informed. In many cases this pertained to strategy for battle, but this particular moment meant of their own maintenance.
“Everyone is ready for the next fight, brother.” East looked toward the towering structure before them. The beacon’s light stretched toward the sky and into the heavens.
“Then what are we waiting for? We can’t all live forever.” North smiled curtly as he glanced at the other three Bowmen and stepped forward. The gesture was answered with the same. All four men moved forward and broke into a sprint. The sound of lightning could be heard on the horizon and also nearby. The inhibitor seemed to smoke as more members of the Argus alliance poured through to support the fight. Every one of them landed in full stride, running toward the Protectors before them.
Metal met iron, sparks lighting every dark corner of the Generator before them. When the Bowmen collided against three Protectors on the opposite side of the structure from the inhibitor it was like the force of a storm pressing against the stonework and iron behemoths. Each of them, hailing from the Four Corners, was a devastating fighter...but together they seemed to be only one thing.
Unstoppable.
