So hey this one started off light and quickly turned darker than I intended, (I'm looking at you Shudder) but it's based on that line in LSoDM where Saracen rolled into an enemy camp and Shudder had to go and rescue him xD

We're here on a scouting mission only Saracen, remember? So don't go talking to people in the camp. Especially women." Shudder emphasized this last point with an warning glare that sent shivers through Saracen, making him second guess looking for that brunette in the blue gear he had spotted earlier.
"Fine, fine I promise not to go after anyone." He muttered, standing up to stretch. It really was a majestic view in early morning. The sky continued to lighten with the rising of the sun; seemingly endless voids of black giving way to calming shades of turquoisey blue. The treetops and grass stems alike glinted faintly, a small haven of natural land untempered by man. Not yet anyway. Saracen adjusted his footing slightly, and felt the rock beneath him give way.

"Shi-"

He tumbled down the slope, rolling to a painful stop coated in dust and gravel. Anton shudder leapt down after him, landing with a sharp grunt.
"Get up."
"Hsheifejurme." Rue mumbled.
"I said get up."
"I'm a little busy."
"Get the fuck up." An edge had formed to his voice, but Saracen missed it.
"I said I'm a little busy."
Shudder looked down at him. Saracen looked back. He got up.
A cough sounded behind them. The leader of the camp now starting to surround them stood in front, the morning sunlight glinting off his armour.
"Well what do we have here? You two lost your way?" He said, chuckling nastily.
The group echoed his reaction until Shudder and Saracen turned around, at which point silence fell, apart from a choking sound from the back.
Shudder spoke in calm tones, "We were not sent to take you down, so back off and we won't hurt you. You don't have to lose this day"
"Anton, there is no denying your not a formidable foe, but I have over 100 men in this camp. I'm afraid this just isn't your day."
"Even so, I'm could easily take down 40, and not all of them look as eager to die as you." Shudder was tensed, ready to run or fight any moment, but only Saracen could have guessed so, such was the extent of his suppression. Unease rippled throughout the camp at such words spoken from a man of few, and many unconsciously took steps back, not that it would do them any good was Shudder to unleash his magic. The leader, a man looking more and more disheveled by the second, considered the proposal. Saracen could see him begin to second guess taking on Anton, even with his numbers.
"I'm afraid I can't let you go. These are my soldiers after all, and they'll just have to do wha-"
The gist tore through his torso with an incomparable ferocity, a steam off darkness and light trailing after it, the dark of the creature slowly overwhelming the light of the user. But not yet. It was still good for another minute or so, and that was all he needed to end this. The sorcerers still stunned at the sudden loss of their general were rooted to the spot and fell first, the rapidly forming blades tearing viciously through bone and flesh with equal ease, making no distinction other than that between those still alive, and the corpses now strewn across the ground.

The two men walked away from a field no longer covered in luscious green, but instead one of one gleaming crimson in the bright midday light. Another mission accomplished. Another peaceful place of nature corrupted by the violence of man, and another 112 lives snuffed out in less than a minute. Another piece of his soul lost to the darkness within. Another day in the life of Anton Shudder.

Thanks for reading all the way down to here, any and all reviews/suggestions for new fanfics welcome :)