nov/11/2007 BM
In a coastal temperate forest, winter stuck hard this year. Soldiers sit around a fire in a deep trench, waiting for their next orders as the blizzard brings a chill to their bones. Their eyes never settle on a single thing looking for threats that hide just outside their view. Thoughts filled with regret as their comrades litter the battlefield as the cold tempted their minds with permanent sleep. *SCREEEE-BANG* one soldier screamed, looking at the platoon leader as the bombardment drowns out any other sound.
“This isn’t looking good platoon leader, Smith!”
“I know! Retreat is our only option, but they’re right in our faces.”
One man was sitting on a giant blade stabbed into the side of the trench to make a seat, left arm crossed and his right hand on his cheek. He was olive skinned, with brown eyes and hair, his athletic build stood at 6’3 current age 27”. He wore simple black clothes and a trench coat. His eyes were changing directions with his thoughts as he loses his patience. Standing up in frustration.
*Sighs*
“Smith, I am all out of ideas. I’ll distract them until foxtrot and Golf squads arrive. Follow the estuaries, you’ll be fine.”
“John! you’re retired, you aren’t in charge. I know who you are! You can’t die here!”
“If the queen heard you, excommunication is all that awaits you.”
*TSK*
Smith rolled his eyes as he was waving over the communications expert. The communications expert raised his forearm to the commander’s view as a hard light screen appeared. Once he put in some information, he spoke into his wrist.
“All crescent squads prepare for retreat in 15, execute crimson raven.”
Smith’s eyes furrowed in anger as he looked at John, but at once his body resigned from his tension.
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“John, don’t die. You finally have a family to go back to. Your child needs you.”
“Smith, as if I wouldn’t know what I am doing right now. My life is my second most important thing that I would never give up.”
John pulled his sword out from the dirt wall. He straightened his giant blade while grabbing a metallic device with a gem, slamming it into his blade. The gem became a glowing battery cell, charging the blade with lightning as he coated the blade with crimson blood. The blood itself was a power belonging to John himself. Suddenly, with an intense stare, he crystalized the blood with the lightning. The cell dissipated so much heat that the air blew out, melting the surrounding snow.
“I’ll see you later, Smith.”
Smith couldn’t say a thing before John leaped into the battlefield. He couldn’t help but feel unsure about his decision with him. His last view of John was him leaping down the hill as mortar fire filled the sky with purple plasma trails.
John used his blood art to skate the path ahead of him at an astonishing speed, scrunching his face at the wasted lives he could have prevented if it wasn’t for his hesitation.
“I was only here to monitor the situation, but to think we would do an all out war like this. I am glad the capital lies quite far from home.”
He could see his opposition running in like a tide and leaped into the air to prepare a swing with all his force. [Crimson tide: executioner’s pulse] blood spewed to the ground, crystalizing to transmit its energy, greeting the blade as blood flowed out from it, creating a tidal wave sweeping away his enemies. His attack was wide, spanning about a mile wide, but its travel was short.
“PULSE!”
Plasma surged the blood, crystalizing it, while electrocuting any of the renowned grunts in the rushing tide. He pulled his blade back, ready to jab the ground.
“EXECUTIONER’S STRIKE!”
The crystal ground shattered apart, making lousy foot holds for the approaching renowned army. He again skated across the land with his blood art to make his next attack. [Crimson tide: crescent moon] his blade struck the ground, creating a crimson wave in front of him, reaching a mile ahead of him, ruining the surrounding forest. His blade was stuck to the ground, but he sprinted forward, ripping the blade from the ground, swinging overhead, and striking another wave to his right. He repeated this again to his left. Suddenly his senses screamed danger as an evil presence flew straight at him. He hopped back, and actually a few pods crashed in front of him as the doors blasted open.
“Woah, S grade Renowned soldiers. Did you do all this just for me?”
John mocked the Renowned soldiers, even holding his hand to his chest.
“When you lose comrades, of course we have to do something. Death will not come so soon for you, Crimson Raven.”
“Hush now, I am just a retired soldier. But I’m no pushover. You’ll have to work extra hard to kill me.”
The battle was over before he knew it.