Rated MA, all characters owned by Marvel, though the story is mine it is based on the actual Seige of Rhodes that occurred in 1480AD. The bottom picture was drawn by the very clever Dennis Medri who did a series of medieval Avengers. Read, comment, enjoy!
Continued from http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/virtutem-dei/710871/#9
Papal Chambers, Rome
Pope Kurt Joseph I appeared in his room in a cloud of sulphur and brimstone. He coughed as he steadied himself. Teleporting was not the easy jaunt it once was. He sat and wiped his mouth, flecks of blood appeared on his sleeve. Kurt shook his head and sighed.
“Is everything alright Your Holiness?”
Kurt looked up to see a man sitting on the window ledge, the sun backlighting him to make him an even more angelic looking figure. The Pope crossed himself.
“Yes Warren, everything is alright”
The handsome man unfurled his wings and floated down “I wish you wouldn’t do that”
“You are an angel” smiled Kurt
“No, I am a mutantis who LOOKS like an angel.” replied Warren “Just as you are a mutantis…”
“Who looks like a devil!”
Warren looked at the furry blue man with three-fingered hands, pointed ears, a blue tail with a point “No Your Holiness, the devil is red” Kurt smiled and the pair burst into laughter.
City of Rhodes
“You’re mad!” stated Captain LeBeau as he stoked the fire.
Sir Percy smiled as he twirled his ebony blade on its point into the dirt “No, I’m daring!”
“It is possibly suicide”
“We all die,” said Sir Percy “Just ask Piotr”
Captain LeBeau chuckled “One day that armoured lummox will fall off the castle wall, hopefully crushing the armies of the Sultan…with…him” He paused and listened to the night. A faint but distinct whistling sound could be heard.
“Sound the alarm!” roared LeBeau as he drew his sword “WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!”
Beach of Rhodes
“FIRE!”
The lines bombardiers let loose with their cannons, pelting city’s gates with shot. The troops inside Rhodes sprang to life from the Turkish attack. En Sabah Nur smiled as they fell for his ruse.
“Maximillian! DuQuesne! Marko!”
A bald man dressed in green robes stepped up, his eyes crackling with energy; as did a knight in purple brandishing a sword. Eerily the sand began shifting and pulled itself into a man-sized shape. En Sabah Nur looked the trio over and smiled a cruel smile
“Gather your men!” growled Nur as he drew his wicked looking sword “We take the tower!”
Port of Naples
The hooded man stepped off the boat, nodding to the captain and tossing him a pouch of coin. He untied a pair of horses and mounted one of them.
“You will not reach your master Bartolomeo” came a hollow, spectral voice
The hooded man rolled off the horse, throwing back his hood, his bow knocked, drawn and ready in a heartbeat “Keep talking, so I can send you to hell!”
A dark skinned man stepped from the shadows, his left hand held a scimitar; his right an Egyptian sceptre “I have already killed the knight of the moon!”
Bartolomeo scowled “What?”
“For all his posturing, he died just like any other man!”
“Bushman, I am on a holy quest, charged by divine right to deliver this message to his holiness Pope Kurt Joseph the First in Rome,” stated Bartolomeo as he loosed a trio of arrows “By all that is holy, you will not stop me!”
“Little hawk” sneered Bushman as he ducked the barrage “Maybe I will not stop you, but WE will stop you!” Two more figures stepped from the darkness to flank Bushman on the dock; a large ebony man dressed in the skin of a white ape and another man carrying a spear dressed in the skin of a lion. Bartolomeo looked down at his quiver, seven arrows remained.
Bartolomeo kissed the rosary wrapped around his wrist as he shot off a quick prayer “Our Father, who art in heaven…”
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