There could only be one word, fit to describe what was going on, at the moment and that word, was chaos. There was absolute chaos on the battlefield. The constant sound of the guns firing, accompanied by the cries of the people who were fighting to keep their lives, seemed endless.
"Retreat! Retreat!"Was the order given to all the soldiers, by the frightened captain, at the sight of the enemy advancing forward, killing many in their path. As everyone was running away, a pair of legs could be seen, going straight into the enemy. Shoulder-length, dark brown locks danced, as the tan skinned man ran, a crimson sword in hand. A blue light emerging from the sword, as the man begun attacking the advancing enemies, slicing them in half.
"They're advancing down our weak right flank." Came the deep voice of the man, who was talking to on one in particular, an amused look on his face
"For a bunch of soulless machines, they seem to know a thing or two." He said again, as he drove his blade into one of the half dead machines, "But we'll see." He added, taking hold of his sword in both hands. Not much later, some soldiers ran, following the swordsman, two men as their leaders.
"Dunban!"The blond man called out, seeing his friend and comrade sitting behind one of the fallen big machines, catching his breath, while the guns kept firing at him. Leaving the soldiers to the side, the blond man, with the other one in lead ran up to Dunban and sat beside him.
"We've been given the order to retreat." The blond man said, as he narrowed his eyes, "We're pulling back the line-"He added, only to be stopped as some of the explosive hit the ground next to where they were "-That's where we'll set the last line of defense." He finished.
"Yeah, that's a good idea." Dunban said, even if the smile on his face said otherwise."Any more time spent hanging around here and we're done for." He pointed out.
"Count me in! We've gotta get outta here." The third man, a brown haired guy with clawed gloves said
"Or, we can stay and fight?"Dunban suggested, turning to face the clawed man, the smile never leaving his lips
"What?"The man asked shocked, as another small explosion happened close by, causing him to cover his face with his arms
"We may die if we take stand here." Dunban stated calmly "But staying gives us the chance to change our destinies." He added, taking the crimson blade in his hands
"We have the Monado," He said, looking at his sword, "With this, the future is ours for the taking." He added and jumped up, ready to get back to the battle, only to be stopped by the blond man, who yanked him back.
"Stupid beat!"He yelled, "Your body can't take any more of the Monado, I can tell by just looking at you, if you go on, not even Novey will be able to fix you up!" He said to Dunban.
"Getting short sighted in your old age, Dickson?" Dunban asked the blond man, the smile always on his face, "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm still in control." He reassured the man. Dickson shock his head and sat back down with Dunban.
"I should've known I couldn't talk sense into a beast. Novey and Fiora will have our heads if we make it back, but let's do this, I'm going with you." Dickson said, looking at the gun in his own hands
"As long as you think you've still got the strength in you, old man."Dunban said, still smiling
"Oi, you two! We've been ordered to pull back! I'm leaving!"The third man stated, a frightened look on his face.
"Well I say, you're coming with is, Mumkhar."Dunban told him, with a smirk, "What would we do without those?"He asked, eyes landing on the claws
"The enemy's second wake is approaching!"Announced the scared soldier, looking over the machine he was hiding behind.
"It's now or never, Dunban." Dickson stated, getting up and looking up to the approaching enemies, "Let's show 'em what we've got." He added, with a smirk of his own, "We'll give them a warm Homs welcome." He said sarcastically ,as Dunban got up as well.
"Acknowledged." Said swordsman agreed with a nod.
With those words, both jumped over the robot and to the battle, leaving Mumkhar behind
"What're they trying to prove?" He asked himself, "I'm not throwing my life away! No point dying in some godforsaken field, nothing for it!" He said and looked over his shoulder, to see the other two men fighting. "I'll have to use Dunban as a decoy. That should give me time to escape." He said to himself and laughed, before joining the other two.
The battle was hard and seeing only the Monado could hurt Mechon, using Enchant seemed to be the most important thing to do, giving the other two the ability to damage them for a certain amount of time.
"Huh? You've got to be kidding." Mumkhar said, seeing that as the last wave of Mechon was down, many more showed up
"It's their main force," Dickson pointed out, "Looks like the Mechon are hell-bent on taking us out."He added.
"They'll have to be if they want to beat us." Dunban said, testing the grip of his right hand. "Now, let's even the odds a bit." He added and placed the Monado back in his hands.
"You heard 'im."Dickson said to Mumkhar, as he took his gun, that had been resting on his shoulder, ignoring the scared look on the other man's face.
"Dickson, Mumkhar. Let's do this!" Dunban yelled confidently, activating the Monado once again, before they all charged at the Mechon.
As the battle went on, Dunban was getting tiered out, having used the Monado so much. Dickson turned his head and saw a Mechon was trying to sneak up on Dunban, as he sat, trying to catch his breath.
"Dunban!"He called out and tackled the man, the blade on the machine hitting his back. A small cry left his lips, before he dove his gun into the Mechon, shooting it, and killing it
"I ain't going down that easily." He said to the now dead Mechon, before rushing over to Dunban. "Dunban!Are you alright?!" He asked his friend
"What does it look like?" Dunban asked, out of breath, "I'm still good to go."He lied, the pain clear in his voice.
From afar, Mumkhar watched this and laughed to himself. "Guess even a hero's gotta reach his limit eventually." He said to himself, taking a few steps backwards, before he turned around and begun running.
"Mumkhar, what are you doing?" Dunban asked, with his arm over Dickson's shoulder, "That way is-"
"Sorry brothers!"Mumkhar interrupted, "Hate to drop this on you, but it's the Monado they're after. So have fun keeping 'em occupied for me!" He added, "I'm getting the hell outta here."
"Mumkhar, you dirty..."Dickson trailed off.
"Don't worry I'll tell the girls you died protecting them and I help 'em organize your funerals!" He said with a laugh, "Well, see ya boys." He waved at them with a smirk.
"Wait!"Dickson yelled after him, but he was already gone.
A shot fired at them from the Mechon and they barely made it in time, crashing to the ground. Slowly they sat up and saw a Mechon closing in.
"If this is a joke, it ain't funny," Dickson said, "Looks like this is it. At least we know our luck can't get any worse from here." He added and missed the man next to him smirk.
"Dunban?"He called out to his friend, seeing him getting up
"Dickson, take care of the survivors," Dunban said as he activated the Monado once again.
"Dunban, what are you playing at?" Dickson asked the man in surprise. Wondering how he could even stand ignorant to the plans Mumkhar had about coming back to get the Monado once they were both dead, or the fact that the last thing he would see would be the lasers pointing at him from the shadows.
"Vile Mechon. If you think the Homs, the people of Bionis, are just waiting here for you to pick us off...you are sorely mistaken!" Dunban said, mostly to himself, then turned his eyes to Dickson.
"Say sorry to Novey for me and look after Fiora, she'll need someone to rant about Rosaline to." Dunban said with a sad smile on his lips, then charged at the Mechon, the only other thing escaping his lips being his battle cry.