(W.I.P) [Forsaken: new beginning] :Chapter 2: The factions.

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[Forsaken: New beginning.] :Chapter 2: The factions Guest 1337 was out in a forest, somewhere at midday. He was completely lost. This wasn't a map he remembered. After 2 hours of wandering aimlessly, he finally figured out he wasn't in the Forsaken realm. That was 3 days ago. He was STILL wandering. But he had came across others. He's seen Taph, Two Time, Slasher, Noli, who was much more frequent and seemed like he was stalking Guest, and Builderman. Taph was hostile. Way to hostile. So he didn't bother to stay with her. Two Time slinked into the shadows as soon as Guest turned his back. Guest didn't bother approaching Slasher of course, and Builderman was ripped away from him by Nosferatu. Guest had tried to get Builderman back, but he was already yanked into the trees, gone from sight in an instant. Its like this realm hated him. Once more, Guest stepped through the forest alone. He found others, he just hoped he could find more. Guest wandered continuously with no stop. Eventually, he heard gunfire and moved towards it. He slowly approached the fire fight, keeping low into the undergrowth and shadows, and didn't stop until the fighting came into view. There was Slasher, fighting like a wild beast. With....Who were those guys? The people Guest stared at were men in heavy white and black armor and rifles in hand. They were shouting at each other, seeming to be trying to encircle Slasher, but the brute refused to let anyone behind him. Bullets pinged off Slashers heavily armored frame, barely denting the metal. Guest stepped forwards, itching to leap out of cover and help the soldiers. But he didn't want to get near Slashers blades, or get hit by the gunfire. But he could help in a different way. He snapped a thick small branch off of a fallen branch then threw it at Slashers head. Slasher flinched when he whipped his gaze over to Guest. One of the armored men finally managed to get behind Slasher and fired at his exposed joints. Slasher made a snarling sound then slung out a harpoon and whipped it at the armored man. The man scrambled back but wasn't fast enough. The harpoon pierced straight through his chest and he dropped dead. Guest finally leaped out of cover and sprinted past the soldiers to barrel into Slasher. Slasher snarled once more as he stumbled back from the impact. He swung his machete at Guest but Guest blocked with an arm, the blade ringing off the metal armor piece protecting Guest's forearm, then Guest kicked him in the chest. Slasher stumbled back, nearly falling over, but he stabled himself and shook himself off. Guest looked at the armored men, for a moment then noticed that up close he was much bigger than him. The Soldiers were beginning to back away, rifles still raised and pointed at both Guest and Slasher. Guest grinned at them then did a quick salute before turning back to Slasher. Slasher had recovered and was pulling his harpoon back into his hands. Guest narrowed his eyes at the bloodied tip then slipped out a small pocket knife. He had found this in his armor a few days before, but found no use for it until now. The fight is still unfair, but its more winnable now. Slasher slung his harpoon back onto his back, glaring at Guest. Guest