We are Soldiers Stand or Die
D/C: I do not own Lord of the Rings or Inuyasha. They belong to J.R.R Tolkein and Rumiko Takahashi. Or, for that matter, The Vampire Chronicals. That belongs to Anne Rice. I'm just using a few things from that loveable series.
"Kagome!" Sango called out, leaning forward on Kirara so she would be able to reach down and catch hold of her friend. The rages of battle went on around them, the screams of dying youkai and humans alike.
Kagome reached upwards, her hand grasping Sango's as the slayer pulled her up behind her. "Where is Naraku?" she called above the winds, her blue eyes scanning their surroundings for the enemy.
"He is engaged by Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru!" the slayer said, gripping hiriakotsu tightly in her hands. "Have you seen Miroku?" she asked.
Kagome thought back, trying to see if she had passed her monk friend in battle. "No!"
Her hands, slippery with blood and grime, gripped the bow tightly as she reached for an arrow from her quiver. She notched the wooden shaft and aimed towards a small horde of youkai that were charging towards their allies. "Hit the mark!" she whispered, releasing the arrow. A spark of pink emanated from the tip of her arrow as the wooden weapon was engulfed in the pink light that spelled the end for anything impure. A creams of anguish were heard as the purification burnt their flesh, the scent wafting upwards.
"Nice shot." Sango murmured under her breath. "I'm going to let you down!" she cried out, nudging Kirara downwards. The neko youkai roared loudly, her large voice carrying through the crowds. The girls grip simply tightened in response to the drop in altitude. The closer they were to the ground, the more Kagome let go of the older girls waist. Kouga, spotting them not 5 feet from where he was, quickly beat his opponent into the ground with a well placed kick and jumped to catch Kagome as she slid from Kirara's back.
She landed with a little less grace than she'd like in the ookami's arms. He kicked back a stray youkai as they landed. With a thankful bow in his direction, she took off to the middle of the din, hoping that the prince would survive throughout the ordeal.
A demon jumped into her path and she screamed, falling back into another demons arms. A very human snarl was torn from her mouth as she fought to remove herself from its grasp. "Look out, human." snarled a voice. She ducked her head in time as a flash of silver shone in her peripheral vision. The demons now headless body fell to the ground. Wide chocolate eyes flashed upwards and met those of the western lords'. His impassive face was above hers. He stabbed the smoking tokijin into the ground and reached down with his one arm. His slender fingers wrapped around her arm and yanked her to a standing position.
"Thank you, Lord Sesshoumaru!" she said, bowing.
He gave her a curt nod as he leapt into battle once more, tokijin long forgotten. She watched as he gracefully-if one could call such a thing grace-slaughtered those who opposed him. She heard the laughter of the one they hunted near her and knew the time had come. It was to be the end.