This took a while but here it is. I had some trouble on figuring out how I should go about writing the story but after going to bed early and belong alone with my thoughts some good ideas came out of the scary ones. Srsly don't do it. Being alone with your thoughts is some scary shit.
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There was dust; A hazy storm illuminated by strikes of the axe and blaze of the siege. It fell upon us as we drew near. It stood not a man, or machine, but a devilish construct made for desolation. It sought prey, appointing the one meant for an end. Energy crackled up the behemoth from its feet, hissing as it spun up to the apex centering on a charged point before hurtling in a burst of fire. And the shot reached its destination. My armor melts, glowing white hot, scalding flesh underneath. I swung again, my axe crying loud as it landed feebly. The beast waited in repose until the familiar hiss of mana filled the air, it's energy billowing my cloak and spurring the storm as it surged skywards. Blood beneath my gauntlets undermined my grip, denying the axe the privilege to cleave. The sky grew brighter. My axe fell to the ground. I scrambled to retrieve it but my fingers found no familiar metal. My fingers were not found. My flesh crackled as immense heat devoured me. My tabard crumbled, turning into a fine char as it fell from my mangled frame. I writhed. My allies feverishly, stealing glances at their possible future, but I had survived. My brethren carried me on. I was clutched in hands firm and perched upon shoulders as they took care not to let me fall away; There was dust.
