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Gilbert placed his feathered hat upon his head and glanced at his devilish reflection in the mirror. He ran a long index finger along the length of his jaw and then turned his own face in his hands, he was good looking and he knew it, but now wasn't the time to care about whether he was good looking or not, it was the time to care about his fighting skills and his unchallenged strength.
As leader and commander of the Prussian army he had to always be ready, ready for attack, for an ambush, for treason. Anything.
Just the thought of his being unprepared brought a frown upon his face, he was far to young for this and he knew it, at only the age of sixteen he was in charge of one of the most powerful and determined armies in all the world. Gulping he fixed his hat and straightened out his jacket, today was no time for second guesses, he would lead his first attack today and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Slowly he managed to drag himself from his tent and begin wandering about the camp double checking that all of the preparations for the future battle were set and ready to go at a moments notice. Gilbert ran a slender pale hand through his pure white hair and looked around,
Everything was accounted for and ready. He began to go through a list of prayers aloud to his men to prepare them for the battle before them. He clutched the cross around his neck and held it up for the men to see,
"This is why we fight!" He finished his speech with a yell and sent his men off, he hopped on a horse himself and aloud his bird, Gilbird, to fly atop his head before he was to set out to battle.
Enemy flags filed the Prussian's view as they neared the enemy camp, Gilbert lifted his sword and yelled something inaudible, but the men understood what it meant. They all lurched forward and began attacking the camps in front of them. Gilbert sat upon his horse for a long while, sitting, contemplating the battle that was unraveling before him. Finally he found a weak spot in their defense, or what seemed to be a weak spot. There he saw a rather scrawny fellow slashing away at men, although skilled with the sword, the blade itself seem to cover over half of the man's height and surely a soldier couldn't be that skinny or scrawny.
Gilbert cackled to himself silently as he marched forward, unnoticed by him an enemy of much smaller size then the man he was after snuck up behind him on foot and leapt on him, throwing the leader off of his horse and onto the ground below.
The albino coughed and sputtered at the sudden impact of the ground on his back but wasn't fazed for long. He rolled out of the way of a blade being thrust at him. He dodged expertly then shot up a foot in return, catching his attacker off guard the man stumbled back clutching his now injured chin.
This quickly disappeared as they yet again swung their sword to attack, Gilbert leapt at the man and grabbed his wrist, this sent them both stumbling backwards yet again. Gilbert cursed as he felt the sword make contact with his side, not piercing the armor per se but still bruising his side badly. He gave a quick prayer to God for his safety and then retaliated all in the same second.
The man wasn't caught off guard again as Gilbert drew a small blade and aimed it at the helmet of the man. He dodged and lifted his sword to deflect the smaller dagger.
Fowl language once again danced off of Gilbert's tongue as he felt a thick kick place itself in his side.
A quick yell and he felt the full weight of the man he was fighting pressing against him, pushing him back yet again. Gilbert took the opertunity to spin the man around and grab hold of his neck, but much to his surprise he was hoisted up onto the man's back and tossed over his shoulder like a rag doll.
All the air was blown out of Gilbert's lungs as he made contact yet again with the ground. He looked up and noticed something that could be to his advantage, he lurched forward and snagged and a long brown lock of hair sticking out from the bottom of the helmet and pulled it straight down, meeting no resistance he was able to tug his enemy to the ground with no problem.
The man released a feminine shriek as he was forced to the ground and his face was buried in mud. Gilbert paid the scream no mind as he lifted up his enemies sword and began to thrust it towards the man's neck. Without warning the man rolled over and the sword was planted firmly in the ground. Quickly Gilbert found himself once again on the ground as his legs were kicked out from under him. He also let out a squeak as his face once again made contact with the muddy ground surrounding him. He thought fast and as a short sword almost dug itself into his neck he had rolled over and was thrusting up his head in the direction of his enemy.
The two heads collided with an ear piercing sound of flesh on metal. Gilbert bit his lip at the sudden pain erupting from his forehead, how had he forgotten he wasn't wearing a helmet?
Stunned the man staggered back and Gilbert took the opportunity to reach at his side and pull out a small hatchet, which was generally used as a last resort. He aimed it at the exposed flesh around the neck.
Expecting the sound of splitting flesh and broken bones he received the clunk of metal on wood. He looked up to find that his opponent had drawn a branch from off of the ground. With the hatchet firmly planted inside of the wooden the branch was thrown away and Gilbert was once again tackled to the ground.
Blow after blow Gilbert put up his hands to defend his face from each punch, blood from his nose and mouth leaked over both him and his foe. Yet the maniac did not cease his attacks. He thrust punch after punch, elbow after elbow into the side of Gilbert's head.
The albino cursed and finally, accepting a punch to the eye, he was able to land a thick uppercut against the side of the forehead of his opponent, throwing the smaller boy off of him and onto the ground below.
Excepting it to be his turn to punch the hell out of his dance partner Gilbert took a quick inhale of breath when he realized a flying arrow aiming at his chest. Gilbert dodged and only took it in his armored shoulder.
The man with whom he had been fighting clutched the arrow tightly in their right hand and drove it once again towards Gilbert, this time at his already bleeding face.
Gilbert snatched the arrow and blew out letting out a spray of his blood splatter upon the face of his enemy.
They staggered back quickly and Gilbert snatched the arrow from his hands and ran it quickly and without hesitation across the man's throat.
He reined unsuccessful at his attempt and only managed to scratch the very bottom of the helmet, sending piecing loud metallic rings into both of the fighter's ears.
It was just then in the moments which they were both dazed that Gilbert remembered his weapon for sticky situations. He pulled the cross from around his neck and held the string against the man's neck, tightening it rather quickly so that the man would strangle to death quickly and Gilbert could be on his way and help out his men with some more of the easy kills.
Freezing mid-choke Gilbert found his mind on his troops, what if all of this man's army was as skilled of fighters as the man he was fighting. He could only freight about the subject until he managed to kill this man.
In what seemed to be the last of the man's effort to free himself Gilbert was thrown once again over the man's shoulder and his grip loosened enough for the sender chains to slide right between his fingers and down the shirt of the man that had tossed him.
Growling to himself about how close he was to killing this man once and for all Gilbert dove towards the other man and felt hus soft skin underneath his grasp once and for all.
Yet again before the Prussian leader could react he was not only thrown over the shoulder of the enemy soldier but down a hill they had been fighting near.
Rolling and sliding along the ground Gilbert crashed into rocks and trees until he reached the bottom. Soon after Gilbert had gathered hs head he noticed that his rival now stumbled down.
Angered Gilbert lifted a shoe and promptly threw it at the clumsy brunette, knocking him off balance enough so that they fell down the hill in a similar way to Gilbert, head first.
One great thing came out of this, the helmet came off and Gilbert could finally see the man causing him so much trouble.
Laying helplessly on the ground his opponent clutched their mangled leg and moaned. Standing Gilbert kick him over to see his hace.
No not his face. HER face. Gilbert stumbled back when he saw the flawless complexion, gorgeous green eye, dazzling red lips and the most sculpted and beautiful nose he'd ever seen.
The man he had been fighting all this time was a chick? Gilbert couldn't believe it, so he gripped the moaning girl underneath the arms and began dragging her towards a tree where he could prop her up into a sitting position.
She moaned and groaned in disbelief and fury as Gilbert helped her sit up on the trunk then crouched down to get a look at her.
She was uncomfortable with the closeness between her and the man she had been battling.
"You're a girl?" He demanded in disbelief. She turned her head not wanting to say yes or no. "Damn!" He smiled, then he frowned, "I got my ass kicked by a girl?" Gilbert then turned to her and pulled on her chin so that he was facing her,
"Let go!" She hissed at him nipping at his fingers. Gilbert glared into her eyes,
"What's your name and why are you on the battle field?"
"Elizabeta." She grumbled, "and I'm here because my brother's sick and they all think I'm him." She turned, not believing how much she had just told him.
"You lied to your army?" He questioned a looked amusement now smeared across his face. Elizabeta looked away again this time straining her neck to keep her face away from the sweet breath that was being blown on her face every time he spoke.
"No." She muttered, "You know what? Why should I even tell you?" She demanded, Gilbert grabbed her chin again and knocked his forehead ungracefully into hers.
"Well I'm not someone in your army, nor am I going to tell them, I'm just curious!" Elizabeta lifted up a hand and socked Gilbert cleanly in the face, he stumbled back falling on his rear and she managed to get up using a the tree as a support. She searched her person for any more weapons and found a small blade around her ankle. She reached down and automatically held it in defense.
Gilbert was taken aback as he jumped up and found a knife in his face.
"What'd I say?" He demanded Elizabeta sighed then slightly lowered her blade to his throat. Gilbert took the opportunity and lunged at her, dodging the knife thrust at his expertly he managed to push Elizabeta against the tree and pin her arms above her head in his hands and put a knee across her thigh so she couldn't kick him. "Okay, so give me one god reason that I shouldn't snap your neck here and now!" Elizabeta dipped her head and didn't say anything.
Truth be told Gilbert was rather uncomfortable in this position, stand with his girl and forcing her against a tree against her will. He almost felt like he was the bad guy here, but then he would remind himself that it was because of self-protection not because he wanted to kiss her or anything.
Really Gilbert felt like he should release her and let her slit his throat but he had come much to far to simply give up now.
"Because I know you wont." Elizabeta finally said, her voice breaking through the silence that surrounded them. Gilbert cursed, she was smarter than she looked,
"Now listen, I'm going to let you go, but you make a single move and I swear I'll kill you." She yet again understood that this was a hollow threat and he wouldn't go through with it even if she did try to kill him.
Ever so slowly Gilbert released her legs, then her left hand, then her right hand. Elizabeta shook out her working limbs to rid themselves of the newfound stiffness. Gilbert watched her with great wonder, she was absolutely gorgeous, maybe that's why he couldn't kill her.
Elizabeta noticed her being watched and turned once again to face him, "I wont make another move, but I am going to ask you to do something." Gilbert's interest was perked as he nodded his head for her to continue. "I can't move back up that hill on my own." She told him quietly, "I need help," She took a deep breath, "I either need you to help me, or for one of my men to help me," Gilbert sighed, she wasn't wearing her helmet and the battle was still raging like mad up on top of that hill.
"After the fighting dies down." Gilbert told her, Elizabeta looked up as Gilbert sat her down and then took the open space next to her, "For now, we'll just have to wait and hope no one sees us." Elizabeta nodded slowly and began looking at the ground trying to find a nice blade of grass to mutilate. Gilbert watched her every move as she tore the grass from top to bottom several times she then sprinkled the pieces over the ground. She repeated this until she yet again noticed Gilbert watching her. Then she stopped and curled her knees up to her chest defensively.
"Why are you watching me?" She demanded Gilbert was taken by surprise when she spoke,
"Sorry, you're just kind of pretty I guess." Gilbert caught himself then, "But of course the awesomeness that is me doesn't need a pretty girl he just needs his awesomeness and I was bored so ha." Elizabeta raised an eyebrow, that was a sudden change of attitude from the serious and very quite attitude before.
"Well I'll have you know I'll jab out your eyes if you try to touch me, I have done so before." Gilbert scooted a bit to the side so he wasn't so close to her.
The sun was setting fast but there were still cries of battle and fighting going on around them. Both Gilbert and Elizabeta were growing tired but neither of them wanted to finally close their eyes in fear of what the other would do while they were asleep:
For Gilbert he believed that Elizabeta would kill him,
For Elizabeta she through Gilbert would run away and dodge out on their one-sided deal.
But regardless Elizabeta had it worst, she had been on night patrol and had just gotten to sleep so exhaustion still clawed at her body and the adrenaline from the fight had long since worn off. Her eyes fluttered and Gilbert watched her as they did. Slowly and very quietly Gilbert began to sing a lullaby to her which had had sung to his little brother before he had left,
"Sorgfältige lieben Frau, Sehen, wo Sie sich ausruhen, die morgen Will, wenn Sie schlafen, jetzt, dass ich hier sitze, allein mit Ihnen, bitte erkennen, gibt es keine Harms, Sie können mir glauben, denn ich Pflege für Sie, jetzt sehen, wo Sie sich Liebe ausruhen, Morgen wird bald kommen, dann Sie weckt, sicher in meinen Armen."
She returned his with a glance and told him:
"Kérjük sir legyen óvatos, mert én nem értem, akkor a kárt. Nézze meg az adott meg aludni ma este. Reggel által képes lélegzetet, én hagyom egyedül a sötétben." Gilbert chuckled and placed his hand on her head as she finally went to sleep in his arms.
"Good night." He whispered to her and also closed his eyes but only for a moment.