Soren's Storm (part 3)

Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on October 11, 2009

Thor shouted the command.

The Carpenters slammed their tools upon the dam.

The warriors of the classes grasped the ropes in their flight from the Urgur.

The Helicopter Pilots forced their steeds upward.

The dam burst.

The Waters crashed upon the Urgurian army like an army of Zerglings on an undefended Protoss base.

"Nice obscure pop culture reference," Thor said.

The Individual Urgus screamed in pain as the water zapped them out of existance.

The water faded into the crevasses of the earth.

The field appeared exactly how it had been before the Carpenters had been there.

The Helicopters hovered over the field with their cargo.

The cargo erupted into a massive cheer.

"THE URGUR ARE DEAD FOR GOOD!" The warriors yelled, high-fiving each other and hooping like a banshee. George, IDC, and Lief and I had landed on the ground when the dam had been broken. We high-fived each other and emulated the rest of the Warriors of the classes. The Helicopter Pilots dropped their ropes and the Warriors of the Classes swarmed the field, celebrating their final, great victory. Five Vikings detached themselves from the party and ran over to the four of us.

"We won!" Chia, Omar, Gregory, and Erik cried.

"I won!" Phil cried at the same time. Everyone ignored him.

As we congratulated each other, we heard a bump. The field immediately fell silent.

A strange, crackling sound began to emanate from the very center of the field. The warriors began to back away from it, inching closer and closer to the edges.

A strange, blue, crackling light began to shine above the field.

To be continued...