The fate of the universe.

[Sharzademar]

As the tranport lands, Sharzademar feels his stomach aching, his heart racing. He brought with him his weapons, and two friends. He looks at their ID's, thinking in his head all the consequences of bringing them. <I shouldn't of brought them. Why did I bring them? I know they're gonna get killed if I don't do everything right. This is too serious of a battle to bring people who I don't even know there strenght! Maybe i sho....>
"Randal, were leaving" says one friend. <I never even had time to get dressed properly. I was informed of three terrorists causing havoc in Karthna, so I went there immediatly, in my worn out leather jacket, and faded blue jeans. *Sigh*. Damn it, what was I thinking?!> The spaceport was filled with ships rocketing off, and the noisy sound of veichle carriers loading and unloading tanks, jets, ect. Certain sections were cut off due to the emergency in the capital city of Mensoa, 4234 miles from Randal's present location.
The whole ride there was silent. They all knew what was coming up. The three of them never said what they were really there for. They said they were elite troops taking care of a terroist problem in Mensoa. But it was much more than that. These people in Mensoa threatned the very existence of the universe. This is the decisive battle. The battle for the fate of the universe.
The city, once a great metropolis with skyscrapers reaching the very boundary of the atmoshpere, was now in ruins, with explosions and smoke filling the sky, buildings demolished, and there they saw them. "All right peole, tell them who you are."

Name: Randal Scott Harrington (Sharzademar)
Race: SArtogian (Radiated Human)
Class: Flaming Swordsman
Armor: Clad in SArtogian Rock, which as little armor purpose, but shows his heritage and tradition.
Weapons: Quickblade - "My first weapon back in the day, oh the memories. Not too powerful, but as fast as lighting." Kiathe-Maelor- "The sword forged by the spirits of the fire demon and lightning demon. Now forgiven for their sins and holy preists, I recived their dual-edged fire-lighting emitting sword as an apology for the evil they brought upon me and to help me with further evils. I forgave them a long time ago..." Sephiriam (Angel of God, I think). - "The long hard fight with the very devil himself. So much joy in fighting him, but i thank god every time i lay eyes for the Sephiriam, the Holy Sword of Extreme light. Without it, i may have became one of the devil's slaves to burn in hell forever. Plasma-Machine Gun- "A simple machine gun. Sometimes the damn thing gets jammed."
Radiation: Blaze, Mind, Freze , Bolt.
Note: "A can survive very fatal cuts, but not always. Depends on the opponet's skill."

[Sharzademar]

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