new piece... written a while ago hey guys - just thought i'd put in my piece and see what response i get. fyi bit of a david gemmel (druss the warrior) and robert jordan (wheel of time) fan. trying to decide whether to write this one up properly or just leave it at the few paragraphs. i haven't titled it or anything yet 'cause i wasn't sure whether i'd finish it. -- Darr motioned Narad to follow him further into the tomb. Faceless statues towered, intimidating, on either side of the tomb entrance, far above the rock wall. Narad gripped his halberd, crossed himself for luck, and hurried into the yawning opening. Darrâ€™s hands were already on his swords as Naradâ€™s eyes were adjusting to the light. Suddenly the sandy tomb floor kicked up in a flurry of motion. ****. Darrâ€™s voice roared above the echoic din of shuffling and scraping, sending out an odd encouragement, whilst in the darkness Narad could make out a gigantic black shape, an eye-rending darkness moving toward them over the heads of many skeletal figures. In the flickering torchlight, Darrâ€™s gigantic, shadowy form reached behind his shoulders and began to slowly unsheathe the gleaming twin broadswords scabbarded across his back. Suddenly the great man sprang into a leap, and Naradâ€™s heart soared with him. It was an incredible sight â€“ howling in titanic rage, Darr seemed to float across an endless legion of twisted, bony, tortured entities. His landing sent up a great cloud of sandy debris, knocking some of the enemy back into its ghastly own. But it was the gigantic shape that seemed to be Darrâ€™s aim. He had delivered a blow, left-handed, striking across the creatureâ€™s bony head and twisted upon landing, right arm snaking for the killing thrust. His sword splintered a bone claw as tall as a man and barely avoided the other claw, aimed at his head. Naradâ€™s eyes widened as he perceived the Darrâ€™s speed â€“ he was already inside the creatureâ€™s range. In a flash of steel, Darrâ€™s swords reached out simultaneously through the creatureâ€™s chest and sent a vile, blackened fluid pouring out onto the sand. Abruptly, Narad was occupied with barely seen figures striking out with ancient, rusted weapons from the shadows. It took all of Naradâ€™s presence of mind to avoid being struck. His halberd whirled down onto a bone figureâ€™s head, splitting it in two. Still the horror shambled forward for a moment before the dark magic that held sway over it disintegrated, felling the foul creation. Another two came, and Narad danced the dance that held life in his right and death in his left hand, in perfect balance. Spinning, chopping and battering in all directions, Narad knew he would be overwhelmed eventually. The gentle golden radiance that emanated from under Naradâ€™s feet pulsed brightly. He remembered Griezâ€™s words. He hadnâ€™t been afraid of saying them in front of Darr, though he would have been a good three heads shorter and about half as wide across the shoulders. â€œThere have been a lot of good adventurers come to sticky ends out in that demonic desert. Watch your own back as much as you watch his.â€ With a final appraisal of Darr, sun-strained grey eyes alight in his swarthy face, he stumped back inside, jingling the coin pouch that Darr had paid him with. Darr grunted to himself, glimmering brown eyes watching him go. â€œLetâ€™s go. We have a lot of work to do.â€ He eyed Naradâ€™s old long spear. â€œYou need to learn more about your style of weapon. I have seen many different variations.â€ Before Narad could protest, Darr had walked off. Before he could think about what he was supposed to do next, Darr had called him over to a wooden chest near the blacksmith. A jolt told Narad that something had made contact with his right shoulder. It felt hot. The axehead of the halberd hit the floor and wedged in a crack between two heavy floorstones. Right arm now numb, Narad rolled under the handle of his weapon to protect himself from a downward slash. The rusty broadsword hit the wooden shaft. It held. Far behind the sword and the rotting face that held it, the hall was aglow with bright red light â€“ a resurrected mage. As Narad watched, a ball of pure, white-hot flame erupted out of its hand and over Naradâ€™s head toward where he supposed Darr must be. It tore into silence, as blackness swept through Naradâ€™s head. -- if that brings a smile or relieves boredom for anyone for a little while, my job is done. thanks guys - feel free to leave critiques, etc.