They are all lined up, now, ready to fight and die for Konoha.
And they will. Oh, they will.
They're charging now – and soon they will fall.
But, oh, they look magnificent don't they? Mouths opened in fierce war cry's and war dress flowing behind them (it'll be splattered in blood soon, and won't that shade of red look darling?)
One of them has gone now – an unidentifiable male. His face is contorted in a scream, and his eyes are widewide open (I bet his baby girl is proud of her papa).
The blonde is next to go – her long beautiful hair was cut short for the war, and what's left is red, the blood mingling with her sweat and running (pouring) down her face from the wound in her neck.
That man is running, his tears dripping down his face (how unprofessional of him, calls himself a warrior?) and he's dropped by her lifeless body – he's being pulled up by that fat man, cradled in his arms.
And now they're both dead, by the same arrow (wasn't that clever dear?)
The pink haired woman screams and screams as the blonde is killed (and doesn't he look dashing, lying in a pool of his own blood?) before she's split in half by a massive shuriken (isn't this enjoyable?)
And onebyone they're cut down, some screaming, some in silence. But they all die.
(Still think war is beautiful dearest?)
A/N
If anybody knows wtf I am talking about, please share.
I had no idea, it just came pouring out for some odd, odd reason.
Hmmm.
I have an inability to write fluff. I tried (see 'Weetabix') but I failed. So angst it is.