Macca

I was once a feared and brave warrior, who's legend throughout the land was epic. They called me..... "The Assasin".... or stopper, if you like. Hords of attacks would come against my village. With pace and persistance they would try to destroy that which I had to protect. My band of merry men were known as "The Raiders". With individual skill granted to us from above, we could further the gospel of our land and seek revenge on those who had come against us and tormented us in the past. There was Granton Holmes, whose agility allowed him to dance through the front line and inflict damage to the enemy. Kane, whose ability to leap to immense heights allowed us to overpower their front line. Jacob, son of Tom, who would defy gravity to protect any weapons coming toward him. Scott of the Keys, who's experience in battle calmed those who had fear. Joshua Of The Valley, who could battle in defence or attack and morph into different positions. And then there was our fearless leader. Sparkes Of the Mountain. He lead us into battle with our heads held high, ready to sacrifice ourselves for the cause. To this day these men are reverred in their home town, for everything they gave, when they overcame The City of The Harbour, and walked away from the battle in the knowledge that what they had achieved, would been scribed into history, and be a lesson to anyone who ever doubted them again.href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=28823037615175084 5&cy=ms&tt=0&at=1&map=1" target="_blank"