Amet Revfold - Shepherd of Fire

This is the battle trailer for the OC Amet Revfold, leader of Team ARAM. This page is property of User:Amet Revfold. Please do not plagiarize, but feel free to leave a comment.

Shepherd of Fire
There he sat, legs crossed, arms rested with his hands in a circular position, meditating. He sat, eyes closed, breathing slowly, music blaring through his headphones.

"...Tend your light, 'cause on this night, I'll be coming home..."

Still he sat, meditating, not acknowledging the shadows that crept around him slinking silently through the stillness of the night. They formed around him, bonding into a circle of darkness in the dimness of the moonlight. A figure emerged from the blackness, words coming forth from its lips like a hiss.

"Amet Revfold of the Kiyng clan.  We have been looking for you, scum.  You see, your pitiful little excuse of a clan is gone, burnt into ash and then burnt once more.  We can't just have brats like you run about, now can we?"

Amet slowly removed his earbuds and media player, and tucked them away neatly into his pocket. Amet stood, arms still at rest with elbows bowed outward, hands forming a circle, eyes still closed. Revfold spoke:

"Hm...androids, voice recording.  Very well, machine.  Record this: This mouth has not spoken a word of my fallen kin.  Nor will it until I have found what I look for.  Let my enemies search for me, for I shall welcome them with unyielding arms.  Whether you live or not is your foolish choice, just like the choice you made to not make a difference in our tainted society.  If I am but scum, how are you no better?  The one who longs for freedom is deserving of worship, but woe is the man that believes in false hope.

"Advance, if you must, enemy.  However, I do not believe you nor your crew of androids before me will survive.  If you're a religious man, I suggest you pray - This boy wields an ancient secret, and the courage of a thousand souls.

"And android, please record and transmit this until you are terminated.  I would like it very much if your master were to see who he's up against."

The shadowed figure stepped out and hissed like a snake. The android was taller than Amet - well over six feet tall. The android was soon joined by more machines. Amet did not attack - he tended to wait for his opponent to move and plan accordingly from there. He knelt, focusing and planning, while the crew in front of him drew their arms. With a slight whir, the androids cued the attack.

Three rushed at Amet in a staggered position, blades drawn, going for a low-right, mid-left, and high-middle slash. Amet drew his blade, a brilliant red-gold alloy sword that blazed like fire in the moonlight. He feigned right, using the energy to propel him over the left strike. Grabbing the blade, Amet twisted the hilt, ripping the sword from the machine's arm, taking the appendage with it, and shoved the android towards the middle attacker.

The attacker somersaulted and pulled up, pistols drawn, firing. Amet rolled away, sending a small fireball towards the enemy. It connected with the ground. sending the attacker reeling away from the heat. Amet kicked into high gear. He changed stance like an Olympic runner and shot forward, blade drawn. The attacker didn't have time to respond - Potenza di Fenice cut through the metal like butter, leaving a trail of hydraulic fluid and spark in the night. Amet slid to a stop, head up, and crouched like a tiger. With another whir, the remaining enemies rushed at Revfold. In some cases, 15-to-one would be a bad thing. To Amet, it was simply another exercise.

Amet took them all, blocking, dodging, and countering when he could. He used the enemies' momentum to keep him going, careening between them with minimal effort, sparks flying. Revfold kept twisting and turning until what lied before him was a mess of twisted steel. The lead android stood, processing what had happened. Its body shifted, dual-blades formed from its arms, sending pressure to its legs. Amet slammed the butt of Fenice, transforming the sword into the launcher, and let loose a giant ball of fire towards the machine. It hit the ground only feet away from the android, sending the machine flying backwards. What was once a field of grass was now a charred wasteland. Amet walked over, cloak and hair fluttering in the wind, ground smoldering behind Amet. He ejected the dust ball, loading a fresh one into Fenice's hilt.

Revfold waited, using his aura to sense for disturbances. Suddenly, Amet wheeled around in a defensive stance, preparing for the android. Moments later, the machine blasted through the smoke, still fixed on Amet. Revfold sidestepped and slashed, cutting off one of the machine's arms. It launched back, ready to strike once more. Amet took defensive position once more, and locked the swords by the hilt. He struggled to push against the machine, who was slowly winning. For a moment, Amet thought the was done for. But the Kiyng tactics kicked in once more.

Amet finally had enough. His golden eyes blazed with a thousand suns, determined to live - to find the answers to his clan's dissapearance. Potenza di Fenice lit up, sparks rippling across the blade, blinding the foe. The machine backed off slightly, and Amet took the opportunity. Revfold locked his left leg around the androids left leg, pulled, and brought Fenice crashing down onto the attacker's other arm, severing it clean off the body. The machine fell to the ground, and Amet stood on top of it, staring it dead in the eyes.

"Tell this to your master: I have been blessed.  Blessed with family, grace, status, and wealth.  It has been seized from me.  I know now what it means to be humble, and I will not stand to see others suffer the same plight.  I was at the top, and now, I am at the bottom.

"With my power and the aid of Fenice, we will find the answers, and bring them to their knees.

"Know me by name, Shepherd of Fire."

With that, Amet cut off the android's head, loaded a fresh ball into the hilt, and sheathed his sword, walking off into the dark.