HFPE
The villa stands silent, even the rain having paused for a brief, rare moment. Rays of sun shine over the mountains in the north, illuminating the snowy peaks. The silence is disturbed by a rumbling noise, and a shuttle appears in the sky. It circles the villa twice before descending to hover just above the landing pad. The passenger door slides open, and a man steps out. He surveys the scene, scanning the windows of the house, and then motions through the door of the ship. Four more people emerge - two men and two women. The blonde woman closes her eyes and exhales, remaining still for several moments. She opens her eyes and gives an all-clear signal, and the party walks forward, their turquoise cloaks flapping in the light breeze.
About ten metres from the door, the leader - whose cloak has two gold stripes along the neck - holds his hand up and then signals to the group. From under their cloaks their draw swords, each of them engraved with an ultramarine heptagram, and form up around the door. The blonde and a broad-shouldered man, who draws a thin wand in his other hand, plaster themselves against the left wall, while the leader and a thinner man line up on the other side. The brunette, who carries a staff, stands in front of the door.
On a count of three, the brunette strikes the door with her sword, and the hinges shatter, dropping the heavy oak to the ground with a thud. The high pitched whine of a repeating blaster sounds from inside the house, and the brunette dodges to the side just in time to avoid the hail of plasma. The broad-shouldered man points his wand around the corner and mutters a series of spells. Lights flash from the tip of the wand and the din of blaster fire subsides, replaced by a clang of falling metal.
04-Oct-2014 21:32:26
