"A warrior?" Stan questioned "A warrior of what?"
"Have you ever heard of the warriors of the great castle?" The man said
Stan shook his head. He wanted to learn about these warriors.
"By george's beard!" The man exclaimed. "If you accept this invitation, we have a lot of work to do!"
"Tell me about this." Stan said "Is there a commander involved?"
"Yes, in the great castle there are three squads which makes up a unit." He said "Wait I almost forgot, my name is Splitter." "And yours is?"
" Oh, my name is Stan, Stan Richards."
"I am pleased to met you Stan." " Okay now, lets finish this talk inside."
Splitter pointed to the barber shop with a finger.
"No way that is a death trap!" Stan yelled.
"Come you will see." He said
Walking towards the shop. At once he was gone. Vanished into thin air. Stan starred mouth gapping.
"Are you..." Something cut Splitter off. The next thing he knew was Splitter was standing before him sword in hand.
"Get behind me!" He yelled over the wind. And Stan obeyed.
"Leave us you beast" Splitter yelled
Although he saw nothing Splitter started slicing and hacking at what seemed to be the wind. He grunted in pain as something sliced him. The wound bleeding. He sliced again the wind growing louder.
"What are you doing?" Stan said
"Do you accepted the invitation!" He screamed
"Yeah, I do!" Stan yelled back.
And all at once he saw it. A monster that was a least ten feet tall. It welded a battle ax. That sliced through the air missing Splitter by inchs.
The creature roared in rage as Splitter hacked one of its legs off. The monster swayed a little then started to fall towards them. It roaring all the while.
"Stan, move!" Splitter yelled from behind him. Stan looked from him to the monster. He dove hitting his head on the wall of the barber shop. The rest seamed blurred. He could barely make out splitter racing towards him yelling words that he couldn't quite hear. Then blackout.
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