(Hello! This is MissBlackRock from the future, you know, post story completion. Just wanted to drop this in here. I have since edited this outdated author's note, because...It was outdated. Thanks mates.)
Author's Note:
I'm finally stepping out of my comfort zone and writing a "story" for another game. To those reading, I mostly write stories for a game called Smite, and this is my first piece of writing that won't be for that game. I like fighting and swords, making For Honor the perfect game to write about.
For those that know me from my Smite stories, hello! And welcome to...This thingy.
I'm sure I'll have this explained briefly in the summary of the Fic, but let me tell you, this story is a little weird. It is divided into 3 different Arcs, representing each faction in the game. The chapters go by every Enemy Hero, in order. There is an interesting little story-line to help provide background and meaning to the fight scenes as well. I won't spoil anything, but it gets messy later on.
I'm MissBlackRock, and I hope you don't think this story complete garbage.
Encounter Number 1: Enemy Warden (Mirror Match)
Inside the gates of a run-down Iron Legion fortress: Walked four Heroes, who were all sent from their respective leaders and commanders to check if the territory was clear for their soldiers to rush in, and loot the place for supplies and anything useful that they could salvage.
Inconveniently, four OTHER heroes had come to do the same thing, and their superiors opposed each other. The Heroes had been told to kill anyone who dared to stand in their way of their supply run on sight, and they weren't going to back down from an honorable battle.
The four Heroes walked in what seemed to be a large battlefield, right under an overhead pass that belonged to a large fortress. The ruins had come to be known as Citadel Gate.
"Well. To me it doesn't look like anyone is here at all. Everything is dead!" A Lawbringer exclaimed as he looked around at the fiery destruction that surrounded him.
"Well we have to make sure, that's why we're here. Plus, there probably IS someone around here somewhere, but you just missed them with those old eyes of yours." A cocky Gladiator snapped, she gestured towards the Lawbringer with offense.
"Old? I'll have you know that I'm not a day over forty-five. Of course, to you I'm probably quite the elder, since you clearly don't know how to dress for a fight. Or fight overall." The Lawbringer shot back, remarking the Gladiators major lack of armor, small buckler, and dirty fighting style.
"What?! I—You can't even—Oh whatever. Just shut up and keep looking, grandpa..." The Gladiator cocked her head away from the Lawbringer, the tone in her voice full of last effort sarcasm, and reeked of defeat.
The Nobushi placed her hand on the Warden's shoulder. She made her voice quiet, so the Lawbringer and Gladiator wouldn't hear what she was about to say.
"Hey...Do the Knights always fight like this?" She asked.
The Warden shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I can't say I don't fight with my fellow Knights, but I'll tell you this much, we care a lot about our pride and reputation."
The Nobushi nodded her head. "I see...We Samurai try to defend our Honor with everything we have. But...We don't really bicker and have petty little fights with each other over everything. I find it strange...As I've heard many intimidating things about the Knights."
"Like what?" The Warden asked.
"They're organized, civilized, well-populated, and smart. Their fighters are bold and courageous, capable of slaying dragons."
The Warden let out a small chuckle. "Dragons? Ha...You believe that stuff? Those are just stupid lies that story tellers make up to help our legendary and royal fighters seem like absolute Myths."
"Oh...I see." The Nobushi responded quietly, disappointment in her voice.
The Warden frowned behind her helmet. "Well, not all of us are idiots. Our superiors and high class fighters are wise and skilled in battle. Trust me on that." She said after a long pause.
The Nobushi looked up from the ground at the Warden. "Oh, okay. It's good to hear that."
As the four heroes reached the far end of the battlefield, the Gladiator suddenly raised her trident into the air.
"Hey! Over there! I saw something!"
The Warden readied her longsword. "Where? I didn't see anything.."
"Yeah, me neither—" The Nobushi began, before she cut herself off.
The four enemy Heroes emerged from the outer gate, all of them walking in formation towards The Warden and the others. They were dressed in orange and red robes, their armor tainted with the hot, warm colored paint.
"Well shit...Now I see them." The Warden sighed, she cracked her neck and raised her longsword as she began to walk forward.
The Warden's group of Heroes was dressed in blue or purple robes. The two groups' colors clearly showed that they all opposed each other.
An Orochi, an Aramusha, a Raider, and an enemy Warden stood directly across the battlefield.
The Blue Warden looked to her team of allies.
"I'd like to know your names...Just so I know who I'm fighting alongside with." She asked.
"Lurah." The Gladiator nodded her head.
"Remard!" The Lawbringer said proudly.
"I'm Airi...Airi Hakushi.." The Nobushi said firmly.
The Blue Warden nodded her head slowly, she turned back to her enemies, holding her longsword tightly.
"Name's Emora. Emora Ryon." The Warden finally said, before taking a battle stance.
As the two teams of Heroes lined up, each one was facing an enemy. The Orochi was facing Airi, the Aramusha was facing Lurah, the Raider was facing Remard, and the Warden was facing Emora.
Lurah shifted in her battle stance, she gripped and ungripped her trident constantly, her breathing was short and quick beneath her helmet. She glared at the enemy Armusha with fiery eyes he couldn't see.
"Why are you four here?" Asked the enemy Warden.
Emora kept her battle stance, but she slowly inched forward. "To check the Gate for people like you. All we want is to clear this place of its supplies, so it can be forgotten, and never returned to."
The enemy Warden let out a small chuckle. "That's funny. That's exactly what we're doing. Only we're trying to make sure people like you don't get ahold of these supplies."
Emora growled quietly, she glared at the enemy Warden intensely, holding her longsword tightly in between her hands.
"How about this: You and your three other friends can get the fuck out of here, and leave Citadel Gates to us! How's that sound?" The Warden said cheerfully, he raised his arms into the air, his sword within his left hand.
The Warden's teammates laughed at his sarcastic remark, while Emora and the others stood in their battle stances.
"Ha...Hm. What? No sense of humor in that boring head of yours?" The Warden walked forward and tapped Emora's helmet with his armored finger, making an annoying metallic noise that provoked Emora's anger.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled, she thrusted her forearm forward, striking the Warden right in the chest. He staggered back, panting from the loss of breath.
"Woah...Huh—Okay..I see you don't like to play around. Straight to the point aren't ya?"
Emora remained silent. Remard began to take slow steps toward his Raider opponent. Lurah banged her trident against her buckler, while Airi tightened her grip on her staff.
The Warden looked around. "Fine then! I guess we're doing this the hard way! Let's have some fun fellas!"
The Warden raised his sword in the air, leaving his guard open.
"RAH!" Emora rushed forward, her sword down near the ground, prepared to deliver a devastating upwards-slash attack to cut the enemy Warden's stomach open. Her scream provoked her other teammates to attack as well.
Right as Emora slashed her sword upwards, she felt a powerful vibration in her hands. Before she knew it, the Warden's hilt was right next to her cheek, and her sword was stuck into the ground. She let out a gasp as she fell victim to a guardbreak.
"What? You actually thought I let my guard down? Ha! Amateur."
The Warden smacked Emora with his hilt, then came back around and bashed her with the pommel of his sword.
"Gah!" Emora staggered back, she could feel blood already seeping from her cheek inside her helmet.
"The name's Mahron. At least now you know what name to cry out when you beg for my mercy!"
Mahron charged forward, his sword raised into the air. He brought it down in a powerful overhand attack. Emora reacted quickly and slid her blade past his, flicked her sword up, and brought it down on his chest, effectively deflecting Mahron's attack.
Right afterward, Emora dug her heel into the ground, and flexed her left arm. She boosted forward with extreme momentum, and charged into Mahron head-on.
After delivering a swift shoulder charge, Emora slashed Mahron twice with her longsword, she then used her momentum to twirl around for a powerful side heavy.
"Oh no you don't honey!" Mahron grinned as he parried her attack, and went in to break her guard. Unfortunately for him, she pushed him off, and stayed in defense.
"Ha...Quite the defense you got there.." Mahron panted as he backed up.
Emora was panting too, but she struggled to suppress it.
"Well then...Time to get serious."
Mahron rushed forward with his sword raised, and went in for what seemed to be another obvious top heavy. Emora rushed to parry the attack, but she found herself in the perfect trap.
"HAH!" Mahron feinted the attack, side stepped Emora's heavy attack, and came around to deliver a strong shoulder bash. Mahron used the same technique, and slashed Emora twice across her body, he then came around for a heavy attack, just as Emora had done.
"THERE!" Emora once again rushed to parry, but she failed once again.
Mahron suddenly let his sword fall to his side, he grabbed Emora's arms, curled his own down on them, pushed them down, and elbowed her in the jaw.
"GHAAH!" Emora squealed as he head lunged back from the force of the blow, her broken guard let Mahron land a powerful side heavy attack on her ribcage.
"RAHH!" Mahron yelled out as he went in for another heavy, but feinted for a third time in a row. Emora's guard was broken yet again, this time in the form of a crushing punch to the weak spot right under her ribcage.
Mahron grabbed Emora by the throat, and threw her to the ground. He raised his sword into the air, and with a powerful yell, he brought it down on her chest. He slid it down onto her stomach, and ripped it out of her abdomen with anger, and a beautiful streak of bright red blood.
"AHHH! GAH—Dah..Ggh..." Emora rolled over onto her stomach and began to crawl away, she used her forearms to get back on all fours. She looked behind her to see Mahron laughing.
"That...Bastard..."
Emora got back on her feet, she stumbled around a bit before finally standing still, her legs quivering.
"You call yourself a Warden. You're at the level of a foot soldier! You want to keep going? Come on at me, I'll end it in one swift blow."
Emora cracked her neck, and loosened up her shoulders. She wearily got back into battle stance.
"I'll show you what I can do!" Emora growled. She let out a yell as she sprinted forward with surprising speed.
"Huh—" Before Mahron could react, his head jerked to the side violently, Emora's fist was dug into the left side of his face in the form of an obliterating punch.
Emora dug her sword into his ribcage crudely, her side heavy provoked her to do another one, but she mimicked Mahron's own technique, and feinted it. Mahron fell for the feint, and Emora parried the attack, being able to land a clean light attack to Mahron's helmet.
"Te Secabo!" Emora yelled out, Mahron gasped as she slammed into his chest full power. He staggered back, unable to recover. Emora brought down her blade in a full-fledged top heavy.
"GRAAHH!" Mahron yelled out as Emora's sword made contact with his shoulder. She winded back up again to perform another one.
"I won't fall for that this time...!"
Mahron side stepped and went in for a shoulder bash, but Emora was smarter than that. She feinted her heavy, and sidestepped the shoulder bash.
"What the—"
"You're mine!"
Emora wound up her own shoulder bash, she rushed forward, grabbed Mahron by the neck, and put him in a hostage position.
Effectively dodging Mahron's shoulder bash, she returned with her own, took advantage of Mahron's exposed side, and broke his guard with a chokehold.
"Hah...Hgh...Hagh...Gh—Okay...That was a hell of a move.." Mahron panted as he dropped his longsword.
Emora gasped for air, her stamina slowly recovering after her risky moves.
"You...You're dead..It's over for you—GURAHHAGH!"
Emora gutted out in a graphic, wet scream of pain. Blood blurred her vision as it exited her mouth.
Mahron had elbowed Emora right in the liver. As she doubled over in pain, Mahron took advantage, and elbowed her on the back of the head.
"AHH!" Emora cried as she fell onto the floor face first. She lied there, coughing blood up into her own helmet.
Airi grabbed the Orochi's neck, flipped him over her shoulder, and slashed his neck open. She turned to see Emora in trouble.
"Emora! Guys, we have to help her!"
Lurah turned around, she nodded her head and turned back to the Aramusha.
She parried the Samurai's dash attack, swiftly stuck her trident through his gut, and bashed him backwards into the floor with her buckler, sending his hat flying.
"On the Warden!"
Remard lifted the Raider into the air using his poleaxe. He laughed as the Raider screamed painfully. He kicked the poleaxe, and the Raider's body fell lifeless into the dirt.
"Assist Ryon!"
At once, Airi, Lurah, and Remard were attacking Mahron.
"Impudent...Bastards!" Mahron yelled as he staggered back, struggling to block the flurry of attacks hitting his blade.
Emora slowly began to recover. She took her helmet off, wiped her eyes and mouth clean of her own blood, and wiped her visor clear. She held her stomach, moaning with a pain that never seemed to cease.
Mahron parried Remard's obvious heavy attack, he turned and parried Lurah's blunt light attack, which sent her on her back.
"Idiot!"
"NO!"
Airi stuck her staff's blade into Mahron's ribcage, causing him to lash out in pain, and stagger back.
Lurah got back up angry, she charged at Mahron with her trident raised.
"TAKE THIS!"
"HAH!"
Adrenaline surged through the Orange Warden, he raised his sword in the air and yelled out in power.
Lurah fell on her back as Mahron knocked her away with sheer strength.
"What the—Huh!?"
Mahron laughed heavily, almost wheezing.
"Time for REVENGE!"
Mahron grabbed Lurah by her shirt-rags, and threw her against Remard. He turned to shoulder charge Airi onto the ground.
"Time to die!"
Mahron grabbed Lurah, extended her right arm, and slammed his elbow down on the center of it.
"AHHHH!" Lurah cried out as her arm shattered.
Mahron elbowed Lurah in the jaw, then wound up a finishing right hook. A loud metallic bang went off as Lurah fell to the floor, her neck snapped from the force of the punch.
"Idiot!" Remard charged forward, he poked Mahron's head with the tip of his axe, and brought it down for a heavy.
Mahron stepped aside, grabbed the Lawbringer's forearm, and held it in place. He looked into Remard's eyes as he slid his longsword through his chest.
"G—Gngh...Guh..." Remard groaned as the sword exited, and impaled his entire body.
Mahron laughed as he slashed his sword out forward, making Remard fall forward, lifless.
Airi watched in horror as Mahron walked towards her, his bloody sword ready to kill her.
Just then, a fully recovered Emora slammed into Mahron's side. The Warden's strength seemed to disappear as his body crippled as soon as he slammed into a stone wall.
"It's OVER FOR YOU!"
"N-NO!"
"PERI!"
Emora slashed down through Mahron's shoulder, down to the center of his chest. She tore her sword out, and spun around with extreme momentum.
With a loud crunch, and a metal klink, Mahron's head hit the ground next to him. Emora didn't move into his headless body fell to the floor in front of her.
Airi watched in silence as Emora dropped her longsword, threw off her helmet, and leaned against the wall in exhaustion.
The Nobushi sat up, and stared at Emora, who was panting like a tired dog.
"Warden...Uh—Emora. Y-You saved my life..." Airi said. Her voice gentle.
Emora looked up, still panting. Her hazel eyes looked gold in the orange light of the sunset.
"Yeah...Don't mention it..." She responded after a long session of inhaling and exhaling.
Airi carefully removed her mask, revealing a young woman with dark eyes and dark brown hair.
"Well. We should get back. We don't want to get caught out here in the dark." Airi said as she stood up and brushed herself off.
Emora took a deep breath and nodded her head.
"Yeah. Good idea."
Emora held her helmet in her hand, she looked at it. Bloody, dirty, dented, and scratched. She glanced over at Mahron's head and body.
"You put up a great fight...Mahron."
So...As my old readers already know. And as any new readers may have figured out...I really like to write and choreograph fighting scenes. I make them really graphic, and detailed. I try to make it so people can read it, and understand what movements each character is doing to progress the fight.
So! That's stupid little take on fighting a Warden!
For anyone who made it to the end...Thanks, I can't believe you made it through my shitty writing. Don't be shy to tell me what you thought! And other stuff...Yeah.
I'm gonna be making another one soon enough. Until then though, goodbye!