Rise of Dorn
Rise of an Emperor Series
This is the tale of Dorn Bruce. He will later become the father of Caleb Bruce and Captain of the President's Elite Guard. This prequel will follow this legends rise from the bottom, to become the most famous and feared warrior of his time.
Shooting had become as natural as breathing for the sharp shooters of St Dominic.
As one, they squeezed off rounds from their rifles that had been blessed by Brother Matthew only hours before. All of the shooters were concealed cunningly under snow or among rock formations. No one would see them as they spat death upon the cursed advanced training academy.
The attack had at last had begun. Brother Matthew watched on without compassion, when the perimeter guards dropped in unison. Their snipers boasts had proved warranted after all. He knew of course, that greater heavenly powers had assisted their deadly aims.
There had been so much importance on this part of the plan. Without the sentries on the wall being removed, their force of believers could not hope to even get a hundred meters from their insertion point.
No one uttered a sound as thousands of them rose up from the snow and advanced onwards to destroy the mightiest warriors the people known to man. Their enemy’s skill would not save them from the wrath of the Lord though.
They carried with them ladders that they’d put into position in the dead of the previous night. Matthew gave a wave to another monk holding a launcher, which was fired on his command to detonate over the wall. It's crude but effective ball bearing payload would shower any further defenders with white hot fury, if God was merciful. Then the besieging force would spread throughout the complex in total surprise and anarchy.
They would prove to the unbelievers that even their greatest warriors would fall to the will of their holy will.
‘Brother Simon stood at his side. His excited breath came out in a frosty mist, making the view difficult. He pulled an enormous axe from where it had been strapped to his back. Only a man of extraordinary strength could wield such a weapon. Taking a few swings to warm his chilled muscles, Simon roared to the heavens a battle cry that was taken up by the advancing army.
‘God wills it!’ He screamed out, causing spittle to fly from his mouth. The echo in the valley is music to Matthews’s ears. The call to war resonates through him. He had said his prayers before they set out on this mission. Matthew still asks for blessing for their righteous endeavor, and kisses a silver cross that is worn like a talisman of protection.
The plan of attack had been prepared and rehearsed for months now. Simon and Matthew were supposed to of orchestrated the attack from where they stood on the valleys edges. It was a sensible plan. The monks of St Dominic were skilled. But they would need a certain amount of direction from their generals. Nowhere in the plan had them attacking with the rest of the first wave.
It was Simon that broke ranks first. It was if something divine had called him to charge into battle. The wall was now open, and the Guards had seemingly been taken by surprise. This and the lust to bury their blades into the heathens caused them both to charge behind the horde. They would add the weight of their own force to this slaughter.
Matthew drew his more nimble sword from its sheath. He also carried a pistol and an assault rifle was slung over his back like the rest of the attacking force. They ran with reckless abandon at the walls. The deep snow they ran through flew up from their feet as they kicked their way to the ladders.
Warriors of the faith were even now climbing over the facilities medieval style battlements. They were like a wave of destruction, which would sweep across the galaxy. But it would be here where it would all begin.
Simon pushed some of the warriors out of the way, so eager was he to ascend the ladders. Battle fury had taken him. No one obstructed him in case he decided to start taking heads early.
Right behind the big warrior, Matthew scurried up the ladder like a spider monkey. His hands had been kept warm by wearing a pair of thermal gloves. He was glad he wore them now. A climb on a ladder like this would have been treacherous with numb and wet hands.
Simon, who was glove-less, did not seem at all inhibited by the cold and slippery climb. When he reached the top of the wall he roared again, swinging his axe, which whistled through the air. Matthew had at least expected to see some opposition to their attack. But as Matthew joined the Simon, who had begun to froth at the mouth, he realised the insertion point had been virtually cleared of any enemy. He could see the several dead sentries among the slain in the courtyard below.
Had this fighting force, which called themselves elite, become so soft over the peaceful years? Mathew could not believe how easy it had been to attack this facility. Even in his wildest dreams, he had allowed for large amounts of casualties among his faithful. But not one of his order had fallen so far.
He scanned the courtyard for threats. Fortunately there was only one guardsmen still standing from the explosive incendiary which had been launched over the wall. He stood there, just staring up at them with hatred etched on his face. It was clear by the blood and dirt on he was covered in, that he had survived the explosion.
Matthew pulled his pistol to shoot the young guardsmen dead. But his shots hit the floor where his target had been standing. The young guardsmen had dived behind a statue, narrowly saving his life. It would be a temporary reprieve. For soon they would all die.
Others had seen the young guardsmen, who wore none of their famed Armour. If he had been, then he would have been much harder target to kill. Four of the faithful rushed to slaughter the isolated enemy. Then all of a sudden he rolled out from cover and crouched into a defensive last stand.
‘Kill them all.’ Boomed Brother Simon from the battlements. The four men threw themselves at the lone warrior together. With blades they thrust and cut at him murderously. But the young man just spun quickly from each attack, and delivered a single blow to each of the attackers as he passed them. They dropped one by one as the skill of this youth overwhelmed them.
Matthew had honed his body for most of his life to become a living weapon of God. But even he had to admire the skill of the young man, who dispatched the four attackers with minimal ease. He hardly seemed to move much from the attacks that were aimed at him. But when he did move, it was with the economy of efficiency. Every block was accompanied by one lethal strike.
Perhaps they were not so soft after all. He conceded, now all of the four lay prone around the defender. Some were even twitching in their death throws. God would welcome his first martyrs with open arms he knew. Matthew jumped down into the courtyard along with Brother Simon and the rest of the men that had made it to the top of the parapet.
The lone warrior looked at the endless numbers that streamed over the walls. The frustration he was experiencing was obvious. In the end he did the only thing available to him. He ran. It would make no difference though to Matthew. They would all burn on the pyres soon.
The courtyard was becoming full with men now. Again they had assumed that they would have been met here with greater force. But only broken bodies and death met the warriors of God.
Over at the eastern wall within the courtyard was a large set of oak doors. That was the direction the young guardsmen had run. Matthew had given his men strict instructions that they were to consolidate this courtyard before they moved out to swarm the rest of the facility.
Now emptied of threats, he gave the order to move on. They reached the large doors and pulled the mighty golden leafed handles to no avail. The running guardsmen must have locked it from the other side.
‘Brother Simon! Bring your axe! Matthew shouted over the frantic noise of his followers who had already begun to shoot the door with shot and bullets. It splintered into pieces from the barrage of gunfire hurled at it.
Smoke and debris filled the entrance. The way it seemed had now become clear into the facility proper. Simon was again shoving men out of his way, but the press of men was too much for even his brute size to push through.
‘Out of my way damn you!’ He cursed at them as they rushed through the smog filled breach.
It was then that they met their first resistance. The men of the Elite Guard had finally arrived.