Thanks for the support guys! Chapter 2 is in development! The first chapter has a few errors, and I'd have to rewrite it to fix them, but I'm too lazy to do that,me promise chapter two will be longer and better!

Writing schedule: Chapters will be posted at the end of every day. If I'm having writers block, or being lazy, or just making an extra long chapter, it will be several days.

So... I'm trying to figure out how to start the next chapter. I think I'll try to pick it up with some action. We'll see where that takes me.

EDIT: I forgot to say. Armors don't matter. It completely ends on how thick the armor is, what it's made of, and etc.

Say, the chaos set. It wouldn't protect very well, but it gives great dexterity. The heavy plate armors, as usual, provides great defense but lacks dexterity.

You would not want to be caught wearing a hallow draped armor.

Thanks Psych, it means a lot to hear that. (Or read.)

Chapter 2:

A bullet slammed intro the chromalisk's skull, crushing it instantly. Blood had started to seep from its wound, eyes growing ever dim. Astran noticed none of this. While the life had pumped free from the unheard chroma, he had already killed another, and badly wounded a wolver. The Valiance that he used was slightly worn; paint had been chipped of, and there were plenty of scratches near the barrel of the gun. It didn't matter though. Astran knew that it wouldn't affect the guns aim or potency.

A wolver jumped in front of him, seemingly new to the battle, and confused. It stared at Astran for a few seconds. Confounded by the wolver coat he was wearing. The said wolver seemed to realize what it was made of, and made a ferocious lunge towards Atran, jaws spread wide. Hoping to take Astran's life force away. It was too fast for Astran to have shot then, and it was too close for him to take a shot now.

Fortunately a grand slash sounded through the air, and a knight retracted his blade from the dead wolver's head and producing an unpleasant sound. The two knights stared at each other for a few moments, until the knight said,

"What, no 'thank you?'" Cole said teasingly. Astran had no idea why they were always together. They were complete opposites. Cole was obnoxious and annoying in Astran's mind. Although he could not deny the prowess and skill of the two when they fought together.

Astran simply glared at Cole. No more words could be said between the two, for another pack of wolvers had started to spring up through the dirt ground. The two knights were located in a wolver den. Astran hated wolvers. Known as vicious creatures, wolvers did not care if they died, as long as the pack was benefited. They were mere distractions from the real enemy; the gremlins. Unfortunately, they were more than distractions. They were a threat.

Many knights have died over the years, although no genocide was more populous than the gremlin's plague that they had fought off ten months ago. Knights were spread thin, and wolvers had proved to be excellent breeders. Their number never seemed to go down, and dens seemed all the more common.

At least the Order didn't have to worry about the jellies anymore.

Cole was suddenly surrounded by wolvers, all wanting to take a bite out of him. He quickly ran through an opening, suffering from a minor bite in his backside. He turned and stabbed at the pack, not bothering to aim. Yelps could be heard but there was no way of knowing if he was killing any of them.

Knowing fully well what wolvers used as attack strategies, he ran to accompany Astran who was fighting off a few more wolvers. One wolver screeched as he was shot in the forehead. Cole decided that Astran could handle himself, so he turned back around the his competitors. They had snuck behind the area where he was before by burrowing or dashing. By now they realized where he had ran, and suddenly Cole had six wolvers running towards him.

He heard a yell behind him. "DUCK!"
Cole ducked. A giant burst of energy erupted from behind him, and Cole watched with gratitude as it struck the pack of wolvers head on. None of them had fallen over dead, but they were obviously wounded now. With a new energy, Cole got up and noticed for the first time the beauty of the clockworks. For a split second, he listened to the cogs grinding, wheels screaming. The depths of the clockworks were a beautiful mystery, always changing.

Feeling the strength in the ground below him and in his own body, he ran forward with a flurry of jabs and strikes. Wolver after wolver fell, their carcasses littering the grassy floor. As he surged forward, grass turned into metal. The rest of the wolvers had retreated onto a catwalk that hung above the clockworks below.

A sudden fear overtook Cole. He didn't like heights. He hated them, actually. Fortunately the wolvers couldn't burrow away here, so he could get Astran. Astran wasn't fond of heights either, although he wasn't as scared as Cole. He could simply pick them off from afar. When looking at the wolvers, he realized that they weren't going to the next grassy platform. Perhaps they wanted the territory the knights were currently in.

Cole looked back Astran. With a completely stoic expression, he was shooting a dead wolver in the head, over and over again. There was a bite mark, and a small red stain on Astran's armor.
When he finished, he stalked over to Cole with not a single shred of gladness for the wolver's defeat. He simply looked ahead, assessed the situation, and continued to shoot them from his current position.

The two wolvers yelped as the barrage of bullets grazed their bodies. One of them leapt forward as the other one was shot dead. Before it reached Cole, he swung his sword from right to left. It hit the wolver in the stomach area, and in effect the wolver careened over the side of the platform. Although it's scream was painfully frightening, a savage part of him roared in triumph after hearing a loud 'splat.'

He promptly backed away from the edge.

"Why didn't you back me up?" Astran said sourly, visibly upset about his wound.

Cole dismissed him with a wave of the hand. "You handled yourself fine. Kirsch will be able to fix that right up." Kirsch was a medic located back in Haven. Back in the old days, there was enough supplies and knights for medics to be able to accompany them into the clockworks. But with so few medics left, they were all in Haven, with a single medic assigned to maybe a dozen squads.

"Will Kirsch be able fix you up after that?" he said angrily, pointing to where the wolver had fallen below. In fear, Cole stepped back even further.

"What's wrong with you? Why would you even think of doing that?" Cole knew that Astran was completely capable of murder. No one would know that he would have done it. Eventually the reasonable part of his brain realized that no matter how much Astran hated Cole, he would not kill such an experienced knight. If times had been different, and the knight population was flourishing, he might have done it.

Astran sighed heavily. Turning back the place of the battle, Cole observed the scene. Multiple dead wolvers were scattered across the area, a chromalisk here or there. It had been completely cleared out. Good

It annoyed the two knights that the Order had to send knights out to try to stop the spreading of wolvers, rather than fight the gremlins and their Crimson Order. This seemed like a foolish task, and they weren't making a dent in the wolver's numbers.

There was only one thing left to do. Astran had left several charges around the area. These charges wouldn't destroy the metal, but it would practically vaporize anything organic. Grass and foliage, mainly. If the wolvers or any beasts tried to settle here, they would have a tough time finding food and shelter.

Refraining from grinning, Astran pulled a wireless remote out of a pocket in his coat.

"Woah woah woah" Cole panicked. "Wait 'till we get clear at least. If you want to blow me up, that's fine, but at least spare yourself." he said, attempting to create a joking mood.

Disgusted, Astran shook his head. "It's not even charged, moron. Besides. If I ever to decide to kill myself, it'll be in a burst of flaming glory." Cole shrugged.

To charge the remote, someone had to press a green button at the bottom of it. This starred the charging. After a full five minutes, the charge would be full, and you could press a big red button at the top of the remote. To the order, safety was a top priority when it came to explosive charges. Couldn't have any accidental deaths.

Astran pressed the green button, and the timer started.

"Well, nothing to do now but w-" Before Cole could finish, a wolver burst from the ground before him and clamped it jaws to his arm He let off a yell, and slashed it's throat open. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a wolver on Astran's back, and two more attacking him from the front. Expert marksman though he was, the wolver digging into him was throwing off his aim.

Before Cole could help him, four more wolvers erupted around him. He could hear them letting out howls from a short distance away.

"Frag it all!" Cole cursed. Did a wolver escape from before and get help? Or was this a separate pack hoping to claim the dead pack's old land? It didn't matter now. He parried and lunged, carrying on a psychotic dance with the wolvers. For every one that he fell, two more took its place.

'Two minutes.' an internal voice told him. Frag. Had it already been that long? If they didn't get to a safe location soon, they'd have to abandon the charges. The remote would short out if the red button wasn't pressed soon after, to help prevent enemies from recovering them.

A scream sounded to his right. Or his left. Maybe it was behind him? His body was so tired. Each swing of the light sword felt like he was lifting an anvil. The adrenaline had worn off, and the wolvers were advancing on him. For a brief second, Cole looked to his right and saw the origin of the scream.. Astran was down on the ground, limp. Wolvers crawling all over him.
Spurred on by his comrade's fall, A new wave of adrenaline kicked in. With a mighty heave, Cole lifted his sword and ran to Astran. He knocked aside the wolvers off of his friend, but he couldn't keep them at bay. He reached for Astran and lifted him up, silently begging that that was all he needed, a push.

He was terribly wounded. Chunks of him were missing. Blood stained on his coat. But he fought again.

Ten seconds.

Several things happened at once. First, Astran realized how much time they had, and started to run, dodging wolvers that were throwing their bodies at him.
At the same time, wolvers pushed Cole back. Closer to the edge than he would like.

Then, one brave wolver hurled itself at Cole. Dropping his weapon, a gnashing, snarling wolver was in his arms. His body swayed. He was falling after swinging precariously for a second..

His worst fear had come alive. The wolver flew away from him. He was falling. How was this happening? It felt so surreal. Lights flashed by him, too quick to decipher. Before the pressure got to him and knocked Cole out, all he could see on the level he had fallen from was the silhouette of Astran running.

There was a massive 'boom.' And smoke engulfed Astran.

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I want to say that I'm sorry. I meant for this chapter to be better and longer, but I had to rush it. I have lots of schoolwork tonight, and I must not fail. Next time will be better, I swear. :3 also, there are some errors in this chapter. I'm in too much of a hurry to fix them.

Make sure to leave your praise, criticism and suggestions in the comments below! It lets me know that you're reading and gives insight on what direction I should take!

Thanks Psych!

Everyone, there will be no chapter tomorrow. Production isn't going as smoothly as I hoped, so I'm taking the day off to think about the plot and where I want to go with it. Maybe write a little.

They're dead. I decided that I didn't need them, but i still wanted to include them. This incident will fit into the story.

*Sigh* I'm terrible at keeping secrets. I was lying, guys. I don't plan for either of them to die. Thin, your /bored made me burst into tears. Don't worry guys, they were never planned to die, I was only joking with you.

If I say something like that and it's not in a chapter or OP, then it's not true.

EDIT: When I saw Cole's post saying that he really hoped his char didn't die, I couldn't resist. :3

EDIT: Tried to fix as many errors as I could.

You can find out in the next chapter, Mr. Sonosuks.

Alright guys, working on the next chapter! Normally I would try to finish tonight, and I still might. Otherwise, I'll probably end up posting a longer one tomorrow.

@Thinslayer and Colray
Oops. I guess that's why I'm in a guild called Impulse. >_<
Anyways, sorry about hurting your feelings. I'll make sure to shut up next time.

Anyways, everyone. I'm hoping to get a few posts to keep a discussion going. What are your thoughts of the story so far? There's not much to talk about yet, but still.
How can I improve? More character development? More details on the setting? Less of either of those? More dialogue? More action? What are your thoughts?

I can't give spoilers, Psychnade. ^_^

EDIT: Don't expect them to be coming so soon. It's only the second chapter, after all.

Sorry. Imp just so lazy. I can't seem to find the energy to write.

I PROMISE the next chapter will be out tonight. Probably won't be much action in it, though.

@Feline and Psych

They're both going to be in the story. As for when, you'll just have to be patient.

Psychnade
My App!
Name: Psychord
Gender: Male
Armor: Skolver Coat, Shadowsun Stetson
Weapons: Argent Peacemaker, Sentenza
Personality: A bipolar knight, his two guns represent his ever changing mind.

Psych, can you explain his two personalities a little more? What personalities do his two guns represent?

Well Malk, I always make up the plot on the go. Things are always changing, and whatever pops into my head first is usually the direction I take.

All I can say is that I encourage you read the next chapter, and keep posting your guesses and hopes. :D

EDIT: I may be able to work with that, Psych. Hopefully.

Any chance you could post a link for anyone else who may want to read?

@Betrayus

An interesting app to be sure. I doubt I'll be able to fit you in however.