The Human and the Lizard
A sunny day in Japan like any other. Getting to the High school per train meeting some friends on the way there and arriving on time in class is always a chore.
The skyline of downtown is passing by very quickly and as usual,
the ads displayed at the side of the buildings that try to sell the same products over and over again are there as well.
I arrive at the pristine white school with a friendly janitor cleaning the windows and greeting the students.
He is a great guy sometimes he brings us ice cream for free on a hot summer day.
How he finances it nobody has any clue.
The wooden hallways are always stuffed with students and are preparing themselves for class.
The classroom is quite full with 30 minutes left on the clock.
I sit down in my spot in the back, near the door, first to "run" when the bell rings.
The classroom has a whiteboard with 4 colors to write with Red, Black, Blue, Green the rest in the room is a traditional Japanese wooden floor,
a wooden door which is opened by sliding them to the side, wooden table … pretty traditional and boring.
It smells nice in here when there are rainy days so it is fine with me.
The first hours of the day were quite normal.
Well except for my best friend and sports junkie Kenta. He is showing off his glorious biceps again to the girls to woo them of course.
Great guy, even if he is sometimes too narcissistic on the other hand he is built like a tank even if he is shorter than me.
We also have Hinoka „The Walking Encyclopedia" going on and on about the importance of preserving the environment which she talks about every day,
would be 8/10 girlfriend material if it wasn't for her being annoying like this.
She has brown hair and brown eyes. Small petite frame. She is also, of course, the class best in every category except sport.
When asked how she is so good in the exams, "photographic memory and logic!" is all she answers.
Me? Well, I am just a normal dude ... mostly. I am Frederick or Freddy like some love to call me 18 years old and last year at High school.
I practiced HEMA before I switched to Kendo, Mothers wishes.
My Father got married when he was traveling for his work and met my mom.
Boom.
I am now here.
My Dad wanted me to have a western name because "If I marry into the Japanese I will carry my culture with me because we are the best in the world".
Never knew if he was joking or not, I should ask that geezer sometime.
"Attention class! The next class session is going to start very shortly please be seated now!"
that somewhat bossy voice is our class representative Hana. She is an annoying girl.
Pretty much all rules and no fun kind of personality but most classmates like that she is a hard worker.
Also, she is gorgeous looking.
Like b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l..
Black silk-like hair.
Eyes like brown pearls of Chocolate and a cute nose with high cheekbones which would make her a perfect girl,
except if she wasn't so bossy all the time.
She likes to bother the slackers of this class a lot like the poor guy with square eyeglasses in the corner of the class near the window.
Who also brings his cat sometimes to school even if it is not allowed.
I think Akira was his name if I remember correctly.
My grades aren't bad, so she doesn't bother me, but she likes to talk to the entire class to see if we are having no problems and such.
*Sigh* Well, she does bother me.
We still have some time before the next class begins, so I decided to save the girls from Kendos bad "seduction attempts".
"Yo, Kendo how was your day brother?" Kendo while fit and muscular in all areas he is a bit small like everyone in Japan compared to a westerner or
rather I am taller than them but that doesn't mean Kendo couldn't knead me into a pretzel if he wants to.
"Yo! Freddy, I am doing quite good! Shame you couldn't join me on my judo training yesterday"
Kendo says liberated while stretching himself over exaggerated.
Some girls just snicker quietly while others exhale a breath of relief.
"Kendo, I had a family matter to attend sorry." I run my hand through my short brown hair similar to a Military cut.
Father did insist that I look "Like a proper Marine!" *Sigh*
"So are you free today? I want to go to the cinema to watch the new War Infinity movie."
"Yeah man, I got time. We can go after school I got money with me as well." I reply.
"Everyone! The teach is coming!" like mind-controlled machines, we move to our seats and sit down.
"Good Day Class." my class teacher Yamauchi greats us with his monotone voice.
He is a heavily balding man in his 50s who has no family except his brothers and their kids.
He is our math and class teacher. Unexpectedly he is a great teacher as well and very kind to everyone one of us but today seems like a day he isn't feeling well.
We stand up and greet him back.
"Good Day !" with this our math session begins.
In the middle of the math class. I feel a certain pressure in the back of my head as I close my eyes.
Oh, no. Am I getting a stroke? I hope not … a stroke is a bit far fetched … calm down.
The pressure intensifies and with it there comes a wave of pain I never felt in my life before.
A moan escapes my lips but I hear painful moaning from the class as well. I open my eyes.
I clutch my head with both hands to ease the pain somehow.
I see that the entire class is clutching their heads or holding onto something to stay upright.
"Argh! W-w-what is this? Was it the cafeterias food?" "Mr. Yamauchi I-i don't feel so good."
"T-this -is ..not normal." The entire class seems affected by something similar.
I try to stand up.
Wrong choice!
The pain becomes unbearable! I shout in pain. Startling some of my struggling classmates.
"Aaaah… I am sorry it just hurts soo much." I lay down on my stomach trying to ease the pain somehow.
The wooden floor is cool and gives me some comfort in my agony.
"Class-s-sss…. Try to *augh* calm down, please. I will ...*puh* call the ambulance right away.." tells us while dialing the emergency ambulance number.
The moment our teacher put the phone next to his ear. The pain intensifies, even more, it is just unbearable.
Humans.
You Humans. What did I tell you over millennia ago?
You either change your ways or punishment will occur.
You choose to ignore my warnings. You brushed them aside. For your own greed. This was the last chance.
I as your only and last god left have enough of this stupidity. Humankind as you know it will end here.
May the others claim the remains.
White is all I see. White is all I hear. White is all I smell. White is all I taste.
Did we all just die? So, God had enough of us and killed us. I can not believe it!
What did we do to deserve such a fate?
What did I do?!
Why punish everyone?
Why not the evil ones?!
This is not just! GOD!
Why did you do this!
WHY!
Do you hear me you stupid petty omnipotent being!
A black dot starts forming right in front of me expanding quite rapid, too rapid way too rapidly before I could even fully comprehend what happens I was swallowed by blackness.
The War was going on for a while but for the great warrior Kroq-Gar fighting 1 year or 1000 years is nothing anymore.
As he is one of the oldest Lizardman alive when you leave the Slann out of the ranking.
He is fighting to keep this world safe and purge it of the abnormalities that roam this earth, how Lord Mazdamundi the greatest living Slann ordered him centuries ago.
Still, he never would have thought the Lizardmen could be pushed so far back by Chaos and Skaven alike.
It makes him furious to know that the Skaven are responsible for the defacto death of Mazdamundi and the Slann.
The Skaven are a race of humanoid rats that spread disease and corruption across the world.
When the insane abnormalities decided to drop the moon onto the planet it forced every Slann to stop the debris from impacting and wiping out everything on this world.
This effectively knocked out every one of our strongest mages and leaders.
The winds of magic also consorting into a single point away from us didn't help either.
It still wasn't enough to stop all debris flying towards the earth but enough so we the Lizardmen guardians of this world will survive and begin rebuilding again.
So it was up to the Saurus and Skinks to defend and to make sure the great plan is still on its right course.
The masses of Skaven and Chaos flooded our lands and reached the walls of our sacred temples.
The sky was still glowing a furious red and there was still multiple massive debris falling down.
"Defend the walls! We will not let them take a single step more into the City!" Kroq-Gar shouted his orders with a deep growl.
Kroq-Gar is riding his lifelong friend Grymloq into battle and equipped with the [Hands of God] and the [Revered Spear of Tlanxla].
He braces himself against the Skaven flood.
The Skaven reached the walls and already started tunneling underneath the walls to come out the other side while at the same time trying to scale the walls.
Kroq-Gar already predicted this from his year-long campaigns against the Skaven and prepared Kroxigores massive bipedal Lizardmen with Alligator heads armed with mallets to literately wack-mole the rats back to the ground with Skinks supporting them as well.
The fighting continued with Kroq-Gar cutting through the ranks of the Skaven like a hot knife through butter.
They were pushing them back with the combined might of tactics and pure prowess of every single Lizardman.
"Arggh!" A Saurus Warrior cut a Skaven in half and pressuring the next rat while a Skink was on his back making sure nobody got the jump on him.
A Kroxigore broke his mallet while fighting a Mutated rat ogre and continued to fight him with bare claws in a battle of raw power.
A Skink priest noticed the struggle and started casting reinforcement magic on the weaponless Kroxigore while another Kroxigore ate a Skaven whole.
The fighting continued mercilessly with casualties mounting on both sides.
A Stagadon was getting nearly grounded by the sheer mass of Skaven on its back and the wounds already adding up.
With his Skink escort killed the massive Stagadon dies a slow death but not without killing hundreds of Skaven.
The tide slowly turns in favor of the rats.
With them releasing a huge Warpstone bomb in the middle of the fight. Kroq-Gar knew he needs to find their commander to turn this around.
While searching for the commander in the midst of the sea of pure gray rat fur.
Grymloq turned in a quick motion nearly throwing Kroq-Gar off.
He hears the sizzling of flesh.
He feels Grymloq shaking and completely buckling down.
"What is wro-" before he could realize what has happened Grymloq was dissolving into a green slick puddle.
"Grymloq! WHO DARES!"Kroq-Gar looks around his eyes full of rage.
"Aahaha Yes-yes the big lizzad dead-dead Yeahaha!" A grayish robed rat with a weird looking device in his sickly looking hands spoke.
"And y-you are n-neeext yes-yes!" The rat turns running back into the mass of clanrats.
Kroq-Gar looks at his half dissolved friend and swears revenge and in the next moment, he dives into the mass of rats with a mighty roar swinging his Sunspear mid-air.
"PURGE THE RATS! KILL THEM ALL!" Kroq-Gar is pursuing the gray robed rat with all of his might hundreds of Clanrats, Stormvermin, and Ratorges try to stop him desperately trying to protect their leader.
Kroq-Gar cuts through with no mercy. His battle instincts of 8000 years forged him into one of the most deadly warriors on this earth.
After nearly half an hour of the slaughter he finally has reached the gray robed rat.
It shouted at the nearby clanrats to protect him.
They followed suit and engaged in battle only to be cut down like nothing the leader points the green device at him and a beam of sick looking energy came flying at Kroq-Gar,
still engaged in combat sliced a rat in half and slapped the corpse with his tail to absorb the green glowing energy shot.
This continued for only 10 seconds until Kroq-Gar reached him and grabbed the rat by the throat.
"No-no please I do-not fight anymore- I go-go run away!" the rats grasping at his throat desperate for the sweet air.
"Please, I give-give everything!"
"You abominations must be purged," Kroq-Gar responded in his coldest tone yet.
Stormvermins are already rushing towards him he knew he doesn't have the time to revenge Grymloq properly.
"You will die in the name of the great plan and Grymloq".
He activated the [Hand of gods] and burned the rat alive in a bright fire that could rival the suns brightness.
The moment the rat died the enemy army lost all their cohesion as they didn't have a leader to rally behind.
A massive explosion rattled the air. He looked up only to see a massive burning continent-sized debris fly towards him.
The skink priests tried to stop the stupidly massive debris from impacting the earth.
Concentrating as an unyielding collective and even influencing the geomantic net to help them.
It only slowed the debris just by a little bit.
The priests were growing restless and purred everything they had into stopping the debris.
The massive debris was slowing down!
Bit by bit it slowed down but then one of the priests collapsed then another and another with every other priest collapsing the burning continent started falling faster and faster.
Kroq-Gar was helpless to stop it. He gave the order to retreat to the temple the moment the priests began but it was too late.
After that, he saw only a bright whiteness claim him.