She was still.
In between the battle cries and over the stench of singed flesh, he noticed the priestess standing within the chaos like a white statue, as unmoving as the sun beating down on the carnage below. Her muscles were tense, her back straight. Smoke rose from the ashes of their campfire; their belongings lay strewn around the camp: a backpack, a dress, a bar of soap.
The monk fell.
A tentacle crept up behind Kikyo; before the purple appendage could bloat with acid she whipped around and shot it, burning the limb into a fine ash which drifted towards the ground like fog. Purifying energy twisted around her like a shield. Sesshomaru swung and pierced Naraku's flesh; it sizzled and burnt to his sword as the demon let forth a shrill cry and convulsed. The fighters ignored their fallen comrade and continued their assault. Survive survive survive—
The demon slayer fell.
The priestess turned and watched the fight progress, her features sinking into a cold detachment. The sun glinted off of her hair and lit up her robes. Screams echoed throughout the forest, curling into furrows and sliding over rocks. The charred grass was spotted with blood, pooling in spots beneath bodies.
The kitsune fell.
Every few seconds a pink blur would burrow into Naraku's flesh. In between shots Kikyo stood calmly, arms at her sides; she could find peace even in the heat of war. Those are not bodies, they are objects. This is not death, this is sport. Win. Sesshomaru counted his breaths and continued slashing. Naraku was slowing as they were dying. The jewel fragments pounded as if they had one heartbeat.
The half-demon fell.
The sun was sinking. Red rays of light shone across the meadow, and the clouds looked lined with blood. The birds were silent. Naraku's manic laughter reverberated off of tree trunks stripped of their leaves and bark, burnt to the bone. Kikyo closed her eyes to the orange sky and prayed.
The human girl fell.
The demon and priestess, side by side, drew their weapons and advanced upon their enemy. The taiyoukai focused on her clay-scent to block out the stench of death. Kikyo side-stepped Inuyasha's body without emotion. Sesshomaru blocked off the fear squeezing his heart. His half-brother's corpse looked so much like him lying lifeless in the earth. Naraku lashed out, missed, then coiled again. The Taiyoukai leapt at the demon, his hair stained red as the sunset's warmth curled protectively around them. Pray for me—
Sesshomaru fell.
A/N: your thoughts? :)