The Florentine Sniper

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The Florentine Sniper, Part II

As Peyrite breathed out, he let fly his arrow, messenger of his vicious words, and surely as he said he words, the arrow rang, bringing a sense of keening to the men around the bomb. A collosal fireball blew outwards, and rained hellfire and cadavers in scores. From the belfry, where Peyrite was shooting, he took a black robe and hood, and put them over his armor. He dove off the belltower, and after a series of pulverizing hits on the shingles of the chapel, he dropped in a hay bale at breakneck speed, turning the air into a yellow puff of vapor. Peyrite noticed however, that already Florence was in ruins. He took a iron warhammer, and proceeded to the town square. Riotous acts continued, and he got to the top of the plaza, and rang the City Bell, which froze the citizens in their tracks. "Listen! This was an assassaination attempt, and it suceeded. I know all of you have lost a lot, but I need you to listen. Vonorious was my father! I lost the most! Upset as I may have been, I realize what must be done. If we, the denizens of Florence, can unite under one banner, we can save our way of life, our heritage, our country, and our people. Riot if that suits thee! Shake thy fists in anger if it still thy heart! But if we unite, under my rule, we can change the course of history, and save Italy as we know it!". As he finished, thunderous applause rang out, and he had every man and woman arm themselves, and, leading a sea of iron and chainmail, and an ocean of warriors, Peyrite had them march towards the Holy City of Rome. Upon arriving, two thousand score warriors laid siege to the evil onslaught of Rome by Sacro Odio. Sacro Odio well outnumbered the Florentine army, having four hundred thousand warriors, two hundred siege engines, and a single massive Siege Battery. Peyrite grabbed a steel sword from nearby, and stabbed it over and over into a siege engine's backing, as he leap up with well-refined acrobacy and agility. As he reached it's peak, he lay on his belly, having his arms on his bow. As his sweat flowed like the Nile as it runneth over, he looked for the weakest target. He saw a series of catapults, and saw people directly under them, operating them. He let forth an arrow, head replaced with a razor blade, and he let it fly towards the rope holding the first catapult. It severed it in a way perfect, and the catapult broke in half the bodies of the soldiers below it. One by one, catapults be taken down by it. When he finished, he headed downwards, proceeded to kill the crew, and got down to the boiler room working the machine. He found hollowed out cannonballs, and used these as bombs. He put lava from the boiler, sand from the glass forge, and black powder from the armory, and made twenty bombs. He placed them gently in a cart, along with some Orichalcum arrows and an Orichalcum dagger. He carted them out to the battlefield, and wading through bodies and blood, a macabre site indeed, treading through entrails and past pikes with decapitated heads on them. He then had a thousand warriors approach him with weapons armed, and he sent bomb after bomb flying, shredding the very air with shockwaves of glass and hellfire. Then, like no being of the earth had before, he fired off arrows by the hundreds, his hands running like streamwater through the air, sending forth volleys of arrows, endless needles raining into the flesh of his foes. In what seem like a blink, he killed scores, driven by both anger and instinct. For long endless days, fortnights pass like seconds seemingly, the battle raged on, for the fate of the entire Holy Roman Empire. As the fields cleared, Peyrite attached a dagger to a long chain, and slung it towards the Siege Battery itself. Swing after swing it took, but he mounteth the Battery nonetheless. He roared out to his troops to focus on the machinacha that perilously loometh of the Holy City of Rome, and he proceedeth to defeat the crew, and go into the depths of the boiler room. After placing a lone bomb in the boiler, the machine violently roared and shattered at every rivet. Peyrite, his feet be galeforce and even more, heavenly whirlwind drive his feet, ran like no being had before, leaping across endless chasms caused by the entire machine falling to shambles. With not a grain of solid ground beneath his toes, he leapt from the disintegrating machine, onto a platform no less than two score feet from him. He rallied the Roman soldiers and the centurions, and made haste to the Palace. But, true as his intentions and thought blindeth him, he saw a sliver of the man he was sure assassinated his father. He peeled off course of his destiny, to pursue the man, his vow be accomplished thither. He ran the cloaked man into a guardtower, long abandoned, grabbed him, and shoved him into the wall. "Who are you, and why did you kill my father, Vonorius?", Peyrite screamed. As the moon slowly passeth across the window and lit the room with the most wizened of beam of moonlight that could be, he saw the man's face, and realized who it was, in horror. It was Garundiarano! The very man who helped him pursue these daemons, be a traitor? A murderer? Peyrite thought it could not be, until Garundiarano explained, "True, I killed him. Honestly it was my assignment. You see, I have been with them since the start, the Sacro Odio. But, you see, I took a personal joy in killing your father. I reveled in plunging that knife in his throat so greatly!". Peyrite snapped, and plunged his Orichalcum dagger in Garundiarano's heart. As Garundiarano limply fell to the floor, Peyrite spat on him and said, "Godetevi l'inferno, demonio". Peyrite left, and ran to the palace, where Matteo I Visconti, Holy Roman Emperor, sit with a knife pressed against his throat, by a treacherous assailant. The assailant was none other than Giora, that most treacherous of villains, the bane of holiness. Peyrite removed his robe, and like lightning be imbued in his hands, drew his bow and nocked an arrow. Giona said treacherously, "Release that arrow, and I kill this gluttonous swine.". Peyrite said with a bold and courageous heart, yet a tinge of spite, "This is the day you die. Stay thy hand, thou will die, and I shalt send thy soul to the icy pit of hell. Kill him, thou art going to die still, and I shalt send thy soul to the very pit of the Void, cold as the winter of the north but black as the mightnight sky starless, the blackness of which doth be the cruelest mixture of Malebolge and the Abyss itself, where no hope becon thee, and no light reach thy hand.". At that moment, Peyrite let fly an arrow, wounding Giora's shoulder. Giora, enraged, throws Visconti to the ground, grabs Peyrite, and throws him into the furnace of the Palace. Be it divine fate, extraordinary will, or the Hand of Heaven, Peyrite grabbed the lone rusty iron rail that lie above the furnace with a single hand, and swung over and up, onto the rail. And Peyrite remarked, "Thou must do better than that, for I am no easy target.". But Giora merely laughed with sanguine intent, and said, "You are still going to die.".

End of Part II

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The Florentine Sniper, Part III

Giora and Peyrite drew their weapons. A platinum katana, Giora, an Orichalcum longsword, Peyrite. Giora said bitterly, "Prepare thyself, baco". Peyrite, tauntingly, said in return, "Donna Primo!". An angry Giora charged at Peyrite, who deflected innumerable hits. As Giora swung his hardest yet, Peyrite dodged and went on the other side of him, having done an extravagant flip. Giora pivoted too late, and was disarmed. His katana was caught by Peyrite, who had lost his weapon in the disarming, and did a slice of terrible fury, razing off Giora's left arm. Peyrite tripped him while leaving, and Giora fell into the furnace. As Peyrite left, he told the Emperor of the news, who knighted him, as Defender of the Holy Roman Empire. Slowly, Peyrite went to Florence, to find his beautiful Belami Fusilliano, a beauty beyond compare. Peyrite walked to her door, to find something awful. A note, stuck to the door with a bloody dagger:

"Dear Peyrite,

As you can tell I'm alive, more importantly, I have your maiden. You come to me, I kill you, then I kill her. Stay away, I kill her. Now that I am writing to you, I'll reveal my motives. Your maiden is a virgin. Meaning she is a proper human sacrifice. I am going to use her to perform a ritual to open a portal to the realm of daemons, who shall serve as my loyal minions for eternity. You see, In my left hand I have fused to me some of the scales of Lucifer, making me able to control daemons. I will use them to have evil dominion over the entire world!

Signed,
Giora"

Peyrite, taken aback by the atrocities he layeth eyes on, ran to the one place he knew would be... the Twin Towers of Maccabees. He ran, Godspeed, to the first chapel he could find, and prayed for an answer. He went to a field, where he was told to go, and a pillar of blazing light poured down from the heavens. He saw Michael, Archangel, who said but a few words, "Through faith, thou recieveth this gift. May no strike be against the Lord your God." And he was passed Michael's very sword, the very deliverer of Justice and Righteousness. Peyrite wasteth not time to get to the towers, and ascended a cruelly long staircase. At the top, he reached the Sanctum of Lucifer, the holy site for daemon worshipers. He saw Giora, next to a bound and chained Belami, but Giora was not the same. His skin was black and darkened purple, clothed and armored in a fog of darkness and darkened blood. Peyrite knew what had happened. Giora, in a hatefully resonating and vile tone, shook the sanctum with his words, "So thou hast cometh. Sure, I wanted to bring daemons in, but I also used up my scales to turn me INTO a daemon! You will die, boca, and I shall feast on your maggot-filled entrails!". Giora summoned a whip, made of the hate released by seven hundred thousand tortured souls, and Peyrite drew Michael's sword. As hellfire flew while Giora violently slung around his whip, Peyrite slowly reduced the size of the whip by cutting through it with the pure light that emanated from his sword. When the whip was gone, Giora fought with his fists, and Peyrite lunged at him. One punch, and Peyrite was blasted to the wall with indescribable force, slinging the sword out of his hand. Giora slowly approached, as Peyrite tried to see through his bleeding eyes. Suddenly, Giora delivered in a matter of seconds thousands of blows upon Peyrite, killing Peyrite and releasing extraordinarily powerful gales that razed nearly the entire sanctum. As the final blow was delivered, the entire sanction burst into flames. Giora levitate himself over a weeping, kneeling Peyrite, and decides to do the unthinkable: Kill with the holiest sword in existence. He takes Michael's sword, and as he is about to chop Peyrite in half, an ear-shattering shriek emanates from Giora, as the Holy sword starts killing him and reverting him into a human again. Peyrite acts quickly, and plunges his half-armored hand into Giora's chest, and rips out his heart. Suddenly, Giora dies, and explodes into a shattering ball of light, which purifies the sanctum. Peyrite unbinds Belami, and he says simply, "Let's go home, mi amore.". Later, Peyrite walks blissfully through Florence, and goes up to Belami's house. He begins to serenade to her, as she once said, "Call upon me, my love. Call when thou need.", and sang:

"È una strada scarsamente percorsa, ma ho ancora andato per la mia strada. Nel buio e nella luce, angoli di giorno e di notte, tu mi ami ancora e io grazie a Dio. Se tu e io, per amore intrecciate, potrebbe avere una vita insieme, allora lì per me. E tutto, tutto in questo grande mondo antico, il mondo di sotto, e le stelle vetrata sopra non avrebbe mai potuto dire una sola cosa a cambiare la mia mente ... Io, oh io, io che sempre ti amo, sempre di più, il mio amore, il mio amore eterno"

Belami, knowing full well the tune, came out, and said, "What is it, mi amore?". Peyrite said, "I have all I want, but your hand in marriage. Marry me, and may the heavens ring true for eternity.". But Belami said, "I can't. I know the truth, Peyrite. You are the illegitimate son of a human and a dragon. You are a half-breed, and people did not look kind on any dragons but you and your father. I don't want you getting hurt, and I don't want our children getting hurt.". Peyrite said calmly, "I may be half dragon, but I have a kind heart, and I have proven myself in deed and word. Marry me, for no greater love exists amongst the peoples of earth.". With tears welling in her eyes, her hands holding Peyrite's, she says, "I wish so greatly, but it can never be.". Heartbroken, both depart, but Peyrite sees the Chancellor. The Chancellor says, "Ah, glad to see thee, Peyrite. I was wanting to say, if I could do anything for you, you will get it for your heroic deeds.". Peyrite said, "I want the hand of Belami Fusilliano in marriage.". The Chancellor agrees, and three weeks later, the ceremony is held. In the tying of souls was said by the priest, "Do thee, Peyrite, take Belami Fusilliano as thy lawfully betrothed?" to which Peyrite said, "With all my heart, soul, and love, for eternity and beyond." and the same came from Belami. And so was the end of the siege of Rome, and the beginning of the union of Peyrite and Belami Diecha.

Finis

[ganondorfchampin]

Please add some indents and paragraphs. This is a text wall.

[kuraikiba]

Yeah, sorry. I kinda ran on empty after 4 hours.

[Fireball9903]

Who wouldn't?

[Qwerty]

Ooh, this HAS received a lot of work since I last checked it (around the time of the first comment).

[kuraikiba]

Yep. Do you like it?