Far away on a distant planet called Celeste, a great battle ensues. Four young female warriors head the attack in the defense of the empire in which they serve.
The cries of battle echoed across the barren plains, as the spirited young woman struck down an enemy general. The fierce warrior steeled herself for the next onslaught of attacks from a group of enemy soldiers, which she countered effortlessly. She then turned around with a vicious smile curled upon her lips, and dispatched them all with a flurry of quick lethal blows from her dual sabers. She paused momentarily to admire her work, and was about to continue pressing the attack, when another young woman caught up with her.
The well endowed, strawberry blonde woman wore a white spaghetti strap halter with noticeable cleavage, a red and light blue sarong wrapped skirt, adornded with precious jewels of topaz, and magically imbued gems fashioned around her forearms.
She had maroon colored eyes, and wore a golden, metal choker with a ruby; crafted into a broken heart around her neck.
"This is going to take forever. They just keep coming." she complained, as the burgundy haired female turned to face her comrade.
"No, they'll let up soon. Skarlit won't keep this game up for long. Even someone like her will tire of losing men unnecessarily." she replied, flicking her blades clean of the crimson stream that had gathered upon them. The wild eyed young woman then surveyed the immediate area, a look of confusion evident on her face.
"Soohyeung, where's Miyake and Setsuna?" she finally asked. The woman addressed as Soohyeung shifted her gaze to the direction she had just come from.
"They're clearing out the South Gates still. You want me to go help them?" she offered.
"That's okay, they'll be fine." she replied, seeing their missing comrades charging through the horizon.
"Here they come now."
Two young women of varying heights, soon joined the first pair.
"The South is all clear Harata. Master Junkai and Master Toshi's units are advancing from the East and West. Emiko and Shintai are-- well, being Emiko and Shintai..." the taller of the duo reported, sounding rather downtrodden upon mention of her eccentric older sibling. Harata bore a hesitant and unsure expression, quite reflective of her thoughts on her friend's last statement.
"Thanks, Miyake..." Harata trailed off at a loss for words momentarily. Thinking about what her and Miyake's strange, psychotic older sisters could possibly be doing to illicit a response like that from the ever calm Miyake.
"We'll continue advancing for now. Everyone else is going to charge the enemy main camp anyway." Harata said, as the four young women prepared to storm the battlefield once more.
Their swift momentum eventually carried them toward an entourage of enemy soldiers and five generals. At the very back, stood an older woman dressed in exotic garb reminiscent of a priest. She didn't look too pleased to see them, and raised her hand up to her head slightly, then quickly back down and outward; giving the 'go ahead' to her men to attack.
As the enemy launched into their assault, the four young women took a firm stance, and charged forward to engage the enemy. On one of the enemy general's cue, his men moved to surround the girls. All at once, the soldiers attempted to strike out at the coordinated swordswomen, but were suddenly hit by a blinding red-orange light.
Harata had ignited her body into a fiery mass of flames, which both blinded and forced the enemy forces back; allowing her time for a counterattack. Annoyed by the enemy general's cheap tactic, she charged directly toward him, and beheaded him with one swift lunge; his body falling limp to the ground. "Well that was an idiotic move." she muttered to herself; the slain general's men retreating back to the older woman's side, as she stared the young swordswomen down maliciously.
"Hara, look out!" Soohyeung shouted from in back of her. Harata turned around in time to see Setsuna, the youngest and smallest of the group disemboweling two other enemy generals who tried to sneak attack her. All the while wearing a gleeful, oblivious smile on her little face, as she twisted her blades deeper into the abdomens of her targets, removing them only after her older cousin Miyake lopped off their heads.
"Thanks Setsuna." Harata said playfully, giving the petite swordswoman a gentle pat on the head, then returning her attention back to the task at hand.
The older woman frowned up with disgust; displeased with the failures of her slain allies.
"Can't you do better than that? You worthless imbeciles are so incompetent. Why must I always clean up after you?" she barked in an outrage; the older general however remained unphased seemingly quite use to the old woman's verbal abuse.
The other general however, appeared to have lost the nerve to fight upon seeing over half of his comrades eliminated in seconds.
"Very well, it seems I alone must discipline these impudent brats myself." she hissed; a crude, evil smirk slowly forming on her callous face as the remaining two generals looked to her for further orders.
She then whispered something to both of the generals, fairly satisfied with whatever plan she had conceived. The men both nodded in agreement, eager to secure a victory. They all seemed very confident that their next move would seal the fate of the four young women.
Suddenly, one of the two generals began charging in a full on assault, while the other ordered his men to join the attack. The enemy appeared to be attempting to isolate them by launching a Pincer attack.
"I sincerely hope they don't think we'll fall for such an obvious ploy. It didn't go too well for them last time."
Miyake thought aloud, readying herself for a fight.
"Okay, I guess we're playing this game again."
Harata said as she raised her blades in defense and once again engaged in battle. Only this time, it was more coordinated, with the old enemy general finally joining in the attack seconds later. He seemed to be more skilled than the others, as he lunged directly toward Harata.
Having only a split second to react, Harata focused her attention on the veteran general she was now locked in a duel with.
"He has to be the commanding officer, he's more skilled than the rest of them" she thought to herself, as the two traded blows.
Dispatching the fourth general, Miyake, Soohyeung, and Setsuna turned their attention toward the remaining horde of soldiers who were trying to attack Harata.
Though the way the enemy was attacking seemed strange to Miyake, she continued to fight. But something was bothering her. "Why had they tried another ambush-oriented attack like that if it didn't work the first time?" Something was off, but she just couldn't place what it was.
...Then it happened...
All at once, the very ground beneath them began to shake, like the planet itself was crumbling on its very foundation. A brilliant light emanated from all around them, but something was strange about it, it almost appeared to be; following some sort of pattern. Noticing the strange way the light snaked around them, Soohyeung became wary and looked down to see where it was going, only to realize too late that it was a pentagram associated with black magic. At this revelation, she felt her heart sink, finally figuring out what was going on. But before she could warn the others, all four of them vanished into thin air.
As the swordswomen disappeared, the hardened general lowered his blade, and stared at the spot where his opponent had stood only seconds ago.
"That's what happens when you're too wreckless. You fought well young ones, but you were too overconfident." he said to himself as he retreated back to the older woman's side with the few remaining troops he had left.
Feeling satisfied with her scheme, the older woman ordered her men to withdraw from the battlefield, and scurried back to the enemy main camp.
The last thing Soohyeung could make out, was the self accomplished look on the face of the woman she now realized was another sorceress. Feeling at fault for not realizing the trap they walked into earlier, she closed her eyes, and let the light envelope and caress her skin. It was warm, and painless.
"Is this what death felt like?" She mulled this over in her head until she lost consciousness.
In the brief time Harata had to notice something was wrong, she could only portray a look of disbelief and bewilderment; watching her allies fade away. She looked toward her opponent one last time as the oddly calming aura encompassed the four of them, beginning to interfere with her vision.
"What was happening?"
she thought in a panic, unable to see anything anymore. All she could feel now was the peaceful sensation of becoming weightless and strangely fatigued. And at that moment she realized...that she made a mistake.