The night began with a prime dagger striking into the heart of all enemies, thrust from behind the supreme line, the warrior Derek Fisher broke his streak of eight missed three pointers to find the first points of the game. The ally and axis armies raged with a fury; slash, arrow fire, retaliation, screams, nerves colliding in the air. The ally army dominated the field, securing the pivotal locations, but with their longbows drawn and their eyes filled with tears, sight became difficult; their arrows swerved left, right, short, long... accuracy had become their nemesis. The deficiency had been taken advantage of by the axis members and the first battle was going to be theirs; their army and its snipers successfully targeted enough vital ally locations, while also avoiding too many of their own casualties.Suddenly it hit. In that moment their came a strong wind, a hurricane, one that blew from the east to the west and claimed the lives of all those in its path, destruction was evident, attempts shot out to stop the storm were lamps attempting to light dark skies. Death prevailed and only two struggling bodies remained standing for the allies; General Artest and Colonel Odom of the Eastern lands. No hope remained for the allied army. Grey skies clutched the throat of the nation.
But no, what was that noise? A bird chirped against the calmed skies then, the clouds cleared from sight, and the great moon awakened; beaming its delicate influence onto the battle field. A starting heartbeat could be heard over the faraway cliffs, no wait, they were hoofs bearing the combined sound of renewed strength. A cavalry had come from the west, the soldiers on the battlefield had been revived by the strength of their incoming aid. The intense struggle for ultimate victory began. The allies battled back the cold intense iron slashing at them from their enemies. The axis strength would not quite, their battle bells ringing, they tried time and time again to gather their arms, to renew their ties. Winning the war was within their grasp, their advantage over the allies though dissipating, had still remained in slight. Axis leaders fueled the hearts of their subordinates with quite palms. But the ally cavalry riders were from the far off elite Lakes and their soldiers were of the best trained, specializing in attacks of close quarters. Then their longbow shooters finally came through; General Fisher and Artest amongst them. Both sides continued to clash. High General Gasol of the ally army, a Spaniard, attacked fervently with unrelenting strength and precision dwindling down the field.
The allies had established advantage. As the fighting prowled the Field Marshall finally began to shine through the night as the Twilight hour continued its movement closer to dawn light. Field Marshall Bryant was of a great family lineage and had proved on many occasions to be one of the best soldiers his country had ever seen in its storied history. While his struggles were documented in this farce, he didn't relent and with blood lining his body he continued to attack. His blood splashing and pouring. The axis would not give up however, blow after blow they would take and slash after slash they would respond. The energy in the air was palpable, the struggle trying. With it all on the line, the allied unit turned to the least likeliest weapon, the MACHINE! Two well placed wrecking balls thundered through the skies, exploded well deep into enemy territory, destroying their final infrastructure. The axis could not retreat now so they picked up their swords and rushed the middle of the field with the last of their fervor; arrows flew to their positions, the western cavalry too headed for them. This battle would be over here and now and only one side would prevail. One side would remain. Both sides rushed. The final clash, the last blood streaks, the most humbling death awaited. A fog of death encircled the shared advance....
Silence befell the battle field. Who had survived? What was the outcome? The fog began to slowly clear. Huffing and puffing were soldiers. Coughing could be heard. Tears were shed. Then the surreal had hit. As the soldiers looked around and saw the sights of their own standing strong. Rejoice hit the waves. Which side had prevailed? The colors of Purple and Gold could be seen dominating the field. It was the allies, they had won the battle! All of their hard work and diligence had finally been answered and the light of the moon greeted them as they prevailed. The Lakers had faced their demon from two years ago and prevailed in seven games! All those of the Lakers nation rejoiced in emphatic jubilance, the journey had been completed! The repeat achieved! Congratulations earned, the Los Angeles Lakers were, no ARE the 2010 NBA Champions! Check out the journey below...
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