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War Post #5 - Beginning of the end

Jan 13, 2006 22:30

[Day 14, 10 amBlood reeks as it coagulates and dries out. I scrub my hands in the bucket of cold water, too eager to get out of the tent to waste even a second warming the water. The healers are all either gone or sleeping on the now-empty cots, hair matted with sweat and hands still rusty with dried blood. We have saved many lives but many are too ( Read more... )

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anonymous January 13 2006, 22:57:52 UTC

The men have been waiting almost all night.

The demons' new leader is the most monsterous demon any have seen. Rumours are already flying that this is the king of the demons or some monster clad in human form. The commander could only offer garbled accounts of a shadowy blond with hellish powers.

They've narrowed it down to the three tents and after a night of watching, a tall blond in black steps out. He stretches, one hand hooking an elbow, exposed and off-guard.

There is no hesitation as the men attack, a crossbow twangs but the men closest to the target draw their swords...

maou_cupid January 14 2006, 01:27:53 UTC

He hears the crossbow fire and reflex hurls him sideways, spinning to face his attackers just as the first swordsman charges out of the bushes. He ducks the first wild swing, temper smouldering.

The man barely has time to spit a curse before the blast of power turns him into a red mist of blood and tissue fragments.

Aki snarls wordlessly as the others close in, eyes wide but hands still clutching their swords.

maou_cupid January 14 2006, 17:19:51 UTC

The men are brave and obviously have some experience. Their minds taste like flint - the brittle insability of a fanatic. He shifts his stance, alert and wary as they circle him.

His right hand curls and he has to fight the urge to reach for Morgif. The sword isn't there. He knows that but on a deeper level, he instinctively depends on the sword being there ( ... )